Reborn Conceited Soldier

It had to be said that this Zhao Pu really had some skill in analyzing the poem from the beginning to the end. From the author's life to the meaning contained in the poem, he had already made it clear that this kid understood this poem very well!    

    

"I didn't expect this kid to be so capable, not bad!" The top student in your class, right? " Sikong Banyu asked with a smile.    

    

Tang Wei'er replied, "Zhao Pu is one of the top five students in our year. He is highly regarded by the teachers and has a solid knowledge of the specialized courses. I heard that he was chosen as the main member of the exchange at the last National Academy Exchange."    

    

"Is that so?" Sikong Banyu smiled. What was the score? He had never heard of it before. After all, the two of them were not on the same level of existence.    

    

"So this poem is for us to read the aspirations of the ancients, to learn their noble and upright style, and to use it to plan and interpret our own lives. Professor... I'm done. " As Zhao Pu spoke, he bowed slightly towards the old professor. At the same time, a round of applause rose from the audience.    

    

The old professor said softly, "You have a deep understanding of this poem. Even I don't know as much about certain places as you do. You speak very well."    

    

Zhao Pu glanced at Sikong Banyu provocatively and said humbly, "I still have a lot of things I don't understand. I only know a few books. Professor, you are too kind."    

    

The old professor chuckled, "You know your own limits! "Very good, you have to remember, poetry is literature, only art, but humans are life, you have to interpret poetry as human life, not as poetry. All along, there has been a person who has said that all books are useless, not because scholars are useless, but because scholars who only know how to read are useless, because reading is like looking at an object. They completely do not understand the value of this item.    

    

"Yes, this student will remember." Zhao Pu bowed honestly. He had to admit that this old professor was rather admirable to Sikong Banyu. Only an old scholar like him would be able to recognize this knowledge!    

    

"Good …" Go down! Next classmate, please come on stage. " As the old professor spoke, he left the stage again and looked in Sikong Banyu's direction.    

    

Sikong Banyu nodded. He ignored Zhao Pu's sneer and slowly walked up to the stage. He slightly nodded at the old professor, then turned to look at the poem on the blackboard. Then he wiped away the poem with the eraser, leaving behind the poem's name — "Cicada". Everyone looked at Sikong Banyu's actions and was puzzled. They didn't understand what he meant.    

    

"Truly, there is no desire, only joy and a long chant. His voice was like the voice of a chaste man. "Does anyone know where these words came from?" Sikong Banyu scanned the crowd and asked. Everyone looked at each other, not understanding what was going on. Even Zhao Pu frowned, not knowing where these lines came from.    

    

"I understand why you erased the poem, hehe … This is Cao Zhi's Encyclopedia of a Cicada . It uses a cicada as an example to explain a cicada from another direction. This student, you're saying that everyone has a different cicada, right? " The old professor looked at Sikong Banyu in surprise. Although Cao Zhi was the most dazzling poet since ancient times, the people who could read his "Encyclopedia of the cicada" were not there. They never expected that this young man in front of them could blurt it out so casually.    

    

Sikong Banyu slightly nodded and said, "The professor is knowledgeable. This is Cao Zhi's' Ode to the cicada '. And in this article, the cicada is not pure, nor is it that it hopes to become famous. Therefore, a cicada is a cicada. It is not some symbol of nobility, nor is it a substitute for being aloof from worldly affairs. All it has is a person's understanding of a cicada. "    

    

The words of the poet are all about themselves, but not everyone. There are many people who think that they understand the meaning behind this, and they start to use this name to trick and mislead others, saying what should be done, what should be done, how to be right, how to be truly promising. In short, they say things that are far more than what they can do, in short, they say that the hundreds of useless scholars that the old professor spoke of just now are all scholars, and they know it's like that, but they don't know why it is like that.    

    

"Every person's understanding of cicadas comes from their own experiences and encounters. A beautiful lotus flower, in front of a poet who roamed the mountains and rivers, is like a cool breeze reflecting the red flowers in the water. A poem, a word, it describes static, but the classroom is dynamic. Even if you know where they come from and where they come from, you still don't understand where you are. So what's the point of knowing and knowing those things? Therefore, I think, poetry as a theory, life thinking. "Anything noble and noble on the trap is undesirable. In my eyes, such a cicada is a long chant and the arrival of Xu Xi and Qi Yi."    

    

When Tang Wei'er heard Sikong Banyu's straightforward words of love, she lowered her head so much that it almost reached the bottom of the table. How could this guy be so thick-skinned! He dared to say such words in front of so many people.    

    

Zhao Pu was so angry that his face turned red. Although Sikong Banyu was talking about a kind of philosophy, taking nature as his teacher and life as the main body of the classroom, but between the lines, he was criticizing his existence as a dead student. How could he be happy about this?    

    

The crowd looked at each other in dismay. This was the first time they had heard such a theory, unique and irrefutable. However, they felt very contradictory, causing them to feel very confused.    

    

"Haha …" "Alright, alright, alright …" The old professor laughed out loud and looked at Sikong Banyu with admiration. This insight sounded like a dialectics, but this dialectics was like one plus one equals two. When no one brought it up, everything was in chaos.    

    

"This student, what's your name?"    

    

Sikong Banyu said with a smile, "My name is Sikong Banyu."    

    

"Ah …" He is Sikong Banyu? The person who beat Sima Yanzi in Go? "    

    

"It's him?" I heard that you're talking about the person who even the top players of the board game felt inferior to? "    

    

"Hiss …" The Monarch Chess game, the one that played the Monarch Chess game. "