After listening to Wang Shifeng's explanation, the audience suddenly felt that the song "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" could indeed be understood in this way, especially the sentence about seeing moonlight as frost due to night blindness. It was reasonable and beautiful!

It’s the same nonsense, but Teacher Wang’s level of nonsense is different.

Suddenly, Fang Weimin felt even more like a waste.

"It seems that what I said is not right either." Wang Shifeng shook his head in self-mockery again.

When Fang Weimin saw that Wang Shifeng admitted it to himself again, he secretly rejoiced, "It is indeed wrong."

"Teacher Fang should have heard of Su Dongpo's song "Jiang Chengzi". There is a very famous line in it." Wang Shifeng asked with a smile.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation." Fang Weimin opened his mouth and replied, "You want to change this song?"

"That's right." Wang Shifeng nodded, "What does Teacher Fang think this sentence means?"

This kid is so smart that he wants the answer first?

Fang Weimin used his brain and thought of a general reply: "This is Mr. Dongpo's expression of grief for his wife."

This word, no matter how you change it, is still a sad word!

As for the details, I will just add them later.

"If I change two words, this sentence may not be a sad word." Wang Shifeng chuckled, picked up the writing board, and said, "Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you will naturally forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely grave,

There is no place to talk about your wife being cold."

The word "unforgettable" was changed to "naturally" forgotten, and the word "desolate" was changed to the word "wife" is desolate.

Seeing the impact of the words on the big screen, everyone was stunned.

This... not only can't I feel sadness, why can I also feel a hint of joy?

In this way, the meaning becomes, my wife has been dead for ten years, I can't remember it, so I forget about my wife, and then I go around looking for people to tell me that my wife is cold... At first glance, this sounds a bit supernatural.

The original poem's nostalgia for the old friend suddenly turned into an open-minded view of life and death. Combined with the ancient custom of men having three wives and four concubines, it seems reasonable and reasonable!

Wonderful! Not only has the meaning of the words changed, but the character has also changed.

From a loyal and good man who cried at his wife's grave for ten years, he suddenly turned into a romantic and uninhibited scumbag who danced in front of his wife's grave...

Looking at Wang Shifeng who once again filled the house with joy, Fang Weimin became more and more depressed.

Damn it, I should have known better and not told the answer in advance.

Who would have thought that Wang Shifeng could even reverse black and white...

Damn it, could it be that my bottom line is not low enough?

I'll think of something else...

Fang Weimin racked his brains and couldn't figure out how to round it out.

"Teacher Fang, do you think this sentence has changed the artistic conception?" Wang Shifeng asked with a smile.

Fang Weimin's headache became more and more serious. "It's barely changed, but if you change the ancient poems like this, it's simply ruining the treasure. It's inappropriate."

"Teacher Fang, let's discuss the matter, don't say it's useless. Ancient poetry itself is a way for the poet to express his own views. The real meaning of poetry is to understand from ancient poetry the living conditions of ancient people hundreds or even thousands of years ago, and

In other words, what the ancients thought was nothing more than writing diaries in classical Chinese." Wang Shifeng said unhurriedly.

Hearing what Wang Shifeng said, the audience suddenly realized that ancient poems are similar to diaries?

No wonder Mr. Du Mu is recruiting...ah no, he has to write a poem to worship his ancestors.

Thinking about it this way, if I start writing a diary now, will it be possible to include it in a textbook a few hundred years later?

Then you have to keep a good diary from now on and try to keep it longer.

But in the ears of a master like Fang Weimin, who calls himself an intellectual, this sentence is particularly harsh.

How can something as noble as poetry be compared with a diary!

This is insulting to gentlemen!

"Teacher Wang's words are like forgetting his ancestors. Ancient poems are cultural treasures left to us by our ancestors. Their value is worthy of our lifelong exploration and study. You use a diary as a metaphor, which is too disrespectful to the ancients."

Fang Weimin said angrily.

"I dare to ask Teacher Fang, when the ancients were alive, were they the ancients?" Wang Shifeng smiled slightly.

?

What's the problem?

Fang Weimin was stunned and didn't understand.

"The ancients were just ordinary people who lived in a different time and space from us. Their thoughts and ideas were also limited, and they were not omniscient and omnipotent. We must respect the sages, but it does not mean that we must blindly follow their words and regard them as golden scriptures. We must follow

We should seek common ground while reserving differences in the legacy of our predecessors, and make persistent efforts to continue to carry forward the culture. Instead of being complacent with words, we must have our own thinking and understanding." Wang Shifeng's voice was sonorous and powerful, as if a heavy hammer was hitting everyone's ears.

"Teacher Fang, times have changed."

The whole place was silent. Everyone looked at Wang Shifeng with awe and passion, as if some kind of fire had been ignited in their bodies.

The audience behind the screen were also thoughtful,

"You...you are being treasonous!" Fang Weimin was trembling all over, but his mind was blank and he didn't know how to refute.

Because Wang Shifeng's words had such a huge impact on him, it simply broke the cognitive outlook he had established for decades, which was heartbreaking.

Especially the sentence "Times have changed..." made him feel extremely frightened.

Am I...really old???

"Teacher Fang, don't be angry, I'll just say it casually." Wang Shifeng smiled and spoke easily.

The oppressive feeling from the precise words just now disappeared, and he returned to his appearance as a handsome young man.

Fang Weimin felt as if a heavy punch had hit the air, and he was very depressed.

"Just talk? Can you slander the hard work of the ancient sages by just talking? People like you are not worthy of being called scholars!" Fang Weimin scolded angrily.

"Teacher Fang, I have always said that I am a host, and I have never said that I am a scholar." Wang Shifeng looked innocent.

"Ah this..." Fang Weimin was stunned. There are still people who are unwilling to wear the glorious and noble hat of a scholar? He must be sick!

The audience also felt that there was something wrong with Fang Weimin, and that he was seriously ill.

Mr. Wang is so cultured, knowledgeable, and humorous, yet he doesn’t even open his mouth to call himself a scholar. You, an old bastard, put your money on your face every day, and real scholars will feel offended again.

"I think there is something wrong with Teacher Fang's view of poetry. It is true that poetry is an important treasure of Chinese culture, but in the final analysis, poetry is just a style that carries rhythm and format. What is really important is the information and thoughts retained in it." Wang Shifeng

smiled.

"That's nonsense. Every poem represents the author's hard work. It is unique and irreplaceable. It is a gift from God. Do you know that the article was created by nature and was accidentally obtained by a good hand!" Fang Weimin retorted.

Unexpectedly, this old dog Fang is still an idealist.

Wang Shifeng smiled, "Since Teacher Fang thinks that every ancient poem is unique, let me give you a few examples."

Lift again?

Let’s talk theory, let’s talk theory. Young people shouldn’t always give examples!

Very scary, okay?

Fang Weimin was a little panicked, "What...what example?"

"I rearranged some ancient poems that everyone is familiar with to see if they are still reasonable." Wang Shifeng said with a chuckle.

Fang Weimin frowned, could he still play like this?

Ancient poetry is not a couplet. Each sentence has a reason to connect the previous and the next. How can it be rehearsed and combined?

"Try it!" Fang Weimin snorted coldly.

"The mountains follow the plains, and the moon surges like the great river." Wang Shifeng said with a smile.

The audience was stunned for a moment after listening to it. This poem seemed a bit familiar. It should be written by Li Bai.

Is there anything wrong with this poem?

No problem...

Not only did the audience have self-doubt, but Fang Weimin was also confused. But after all, it still had some foundation. He immediately thought that this was not a poem!

"It seems that Teacher Fang also heard that this is not a poem." Wang Shifeng smiled slightly.

"The first sentence is from Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate": The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. The second sentence is from Du Fu's "Long Night Book": The stars hang down on the plains and the fields are vast, and the moon surges into the great river."

'It turns out they are two poems. If I didn't say it, I wouldn't know it at all.'

'I think this sentence is very smooth, it doesn't look like it was put together at all.'

‘The poems of Shixian and Shisheng are so compatible! They are indeed good friends.’

'I hit it, I hit it...'

'Niubi, if you think about it, ancient poetry is indeed interesting.'

The audience was aroused and talked a lot.

Fang Weimin's face turned livid, "This is just a coincidence. Li and Du are good friends, and their styles influence each other, but their artistic conceptions are completely different."
To be continued...