Yu Dong was not surprised that Feng Ming could decipher the meaning of this poem so quickly. This very rough-looking physical education teacher was a person who really liked poetry.
It can be said that, except for Yu Dong, the eight people here are all people who really like poetry, otherwise they would not become permanent members of the poetry reading club.
He Yu, who had not spoken much, touched his chin and said: "I think the past life here should refer to the poet-Teacher Yu's own dream or subconscious. And these trees represent friends who have not seen each other for a long time, in Teacher Yu's subconscious."
In fact, I am afraid that my friends have forgotten me."
Feng Ming nodded, "That's what you mean by that. Teacher Yu, what do you think?"
Yu Dong spread his hands and said, "I wrote it casually without thinking too much."
He Yu smiled and said, "It's better to keep some thoughts in mind. Doesn't the meaning of poetry lie in different people's interpretations?"
"I think He Yu is right. Poetry lies in the different experiences of different people." Liu Changmin pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, "In fact, Teacher Yu's poem gave me a strong sense of time and space, and the purpose
It’s very sexual, and it seems like I just want to say one thing in a few words, but I still can’t figure out what I want to say.”
"Yes, I feel the same way..." Liu Meiqin echoed.
Yu Dong watched his old friends discussing his poems and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. In fact, he composed this poem immediately when he saw them.
The trees in the poem are them.
As the poem says, his old friends regarded him as a stranger.
…
Yu Dong's poem was a small episode. After everyone had finished discussing it, other teachers began to share the poems they had been reading recently.
There are many poems that Yu Dong has never heard of.
A large number of excellent poetry works appeared in the 1980s and 1990s, and it was impossible for Yu Dong to have heard all of them, but whether he had heard of them or not, he would join in their discussions.
After all, he graduated from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature. Among other things, there are naturally a lot of theories about literature, including various poetry schools, creative history, literary techniques... Liu Changmin and the others were stunned for a moment.
Feng Ming couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "No wonder the poems are so well written, Teacher Yu is a professional."
In fact, Feng Ming’s statement is still people’s prejudice against Chinese language students. In fact, literature majors do not cultivate writers or poets, but more applied talents, such as Chinese teachers and literary critics, or literary editors and journalists.
reporter.
A writer can become a writer not only because of the things learned in school.
Of course, there are differences between different types of writers. Take novelists and poets as examples. The latter seems to be more closely related to literature-related majors.
When Yu Dong was in school, he could feel that some of his classmates could write some poetry or prose, but very few could write novels or even novels.
This is because the talents required for the two are different.
However, Yu Dong did not correct Feng Ming's words because they were just casual remarks and there was no need to be so serious.
The poetry meeting ended at half past five. Although it was time for dinner, no one suggested having dinner together. Their poetry reading meetings were just like this. They only read poems every time and did not have dinner together.
When everyone was about to leave, Liu Meiqin walked up to Yu Dong and asked, "Teacher Yu, can you write me a copy of your poem? I can't remember it."
Yu Dong didn't think anything of it and nodded, "Of course."
Taking the pen and paper from Liu Meiqin's hand, Yu Dong transcribed "Tree" and then handed it to Liu Meiqin.
Liu Meiqin looked at the pen and paper in her hand, her eyes sparkling, "Teacher Yu, your handwriting is so beautiful."
Zhu Yu, who was following her, laughed and imitated Liu Meiqin's tone, "Teacher Yu's handwriting is so beautiful."
Liu Meiqi's face suddenly turned red, and she slapped Zhu Yu in shame, "Sister Yu, you are so annoying."
After saying that, she ran away. Zhu Yu smiled and said to Yu Dong: "Teacher Yu is so talented. You must come to poetry reading meetings more often in the future, otherwise someone will be disappointed."
Yu Dong nodded, "Definitely."
"Okay, see you next time."
"Well, see you next time."
After the female teachers left, Feng Ming put a hand on the shoulder of the host Yu Dong, "Teacher Yu, you can do it. I captured Teacher Liu's heart as soon as I came here, tsk tsk."
Yu Dong glanced at Feng Ming, "I don't know about Teacher Liu, but I can see the look in your eyes with Teacher Wu just now."
Feng Ming stopped talking for a moment.
…
On Monday evening, Yu Dong was watching students in his class practice square formation. Suddenly, several girls walked over. One of them shouted to Yu Dong: "Teacher Yu, your poems are really good."
"Teacher Yu, you must write more poems in the future."
A few girls made a fuss for a while and then walked over, leaving behind a confused Yu Dong and the students from the arts and crafts class who were gossiping.
Qu Aiguo immediately came over, "Teacher Yu, what's going on?"
"I do not know."
After hearing what Yu Dong said, Qu Aiguo ran to catch up with the girls just now, chatted with them for a few words and ran back.
"Fortunately, I have helped you find out more about Teacher Yu. They are third-year oil painting students. I heard that their teacher Liu Meiqin took your poem and gave it to them as a painting topic today. Now they all know that you wrote it.
A very powerful poem." Qu Aiguo said excitedly.
The corners of Yu Dong's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
What does it mean to be lucky enough to live up to your destiny? Did I ask you to ask? You obviously ran there on your own.
What the hell is this oil painting class thing about?
I wrote a great poem?
That poem is just average...
There must be some misunderstanding here.
"Students, I have some exciting news for you. Our teacher Yu wrote a very powerful poem. Many students in the oil painting class drew pictures for this poem. They are all very artistic!"
While Yu Dong was thinking about the oil painting class, Qu Aiguo had already turned around and announced the good news to everyone.
Upon hearing the news, other students howled, causing students from other departments on the playground to look sideways.
Yu Dong quickly pressed his hands and said, "Don't talk nonsense about something that doesn't exist. It's just a very ordinary poem."
"Look, our teacher Yu is not only talented, but also very humble." Qu Aiguo said while drumming.
Yu Dong slapped his forehead hard. He was really unlucky for eight lifetimes and fell into trouble with Qu Aiguo and his group of deceitful students.
Chapter completed!