Chapter 512

In the middle row of the classroom, a boy with an eye frame raised his hand,

"You say, what's the problem?" Xia Wanyuan did not show any confusion,

"I heard that Professor Xia's famous work is a picture of fishing and animal husbandry in Songjian."

As the student said this, Xia Wanyuan showed her picture on the big screen of the platform,

"Yes, this is the painting. Literature and art are inseparable. Since Professor Xia is a teacher of our literature major, I would like to ask, when you painted this painting, did you give it any literary meaning? Or is this what you draw at random? "

This question is too big for us to answer. The boy who asked the question is Shu Jin, a famous talent in the literature department. He has read a lot of poetry,

If Xia Wanyuan found a literary allusion to support his painting, he would not be perfunctory.

Xia Wanyuan took a look at Shu Jin. In fact, if she had to talk about it seriously, she really didn't think about it so much. At that time, she just painted it casually.

But when Shu Jin asked this question, he obviously didn't want the answer,

Xia Wanyuan took a look at the prepared courseware and closed the computer directly,

"Sit down first. Are other students interested in my painting?" Xia Wanyuan stood on the stage, as always calm.

Hearing the affirmative answer, Xia Wanyuan smiles, "well, today we won't attend the course originally announced. Let's take my painting as a guide to talk about the literary meaning of Chinese landscape painting."

Xia Wanyuan's rise brought him up. He pointed to the fishing boat in the painting. "Fishing boats have always carried the emotions of countless literati in ancient Chinese works."

Xia Wanyuan took a piece of chalk, turned off the projector and showed the blackboard,

"For example, Jiangfeng fishing fire has a bad sleep," Xia Wanyuan said, quickly sketching a picture on the blackboard on a moonlit night in which a fishing boat stops alone on the shore. The lonely and cold mood is directly displayed in front of the students,

"The old man in a boat catches the snow in the cold river, and the painting boat sleeps in the rain."

While reading a few poems, Xia Wanyuan briefly explained some elegant things behind these poems,

No one noticed that there were seven or eight pictures on the blackboard,

"Starting from these eight ancient poems, let's talk about the techniques of painting in the text and writing in the painting."

Xia Wanyuan combined popular knowledge with profound theory, and his five thousand years of literary theory came with ease,

Xia Wanyuan has a strong aura of her own. She explains step by step. Her cadence is clear, and the whole classroom is immersed in her explanation,

Even the people standing outside the window were deeply attracted by her, and the corridor was quiet.

"That's it. If you have to ask about the meaning of literature, it's everywhere in this painting. Every detail can dig out innumerable allusions behind. But I have to be honest. I didn't think so much about it when I was painting."

Xia Wanyuan put down his chalk, and the bell just rang after class, and the classroom burst into applause,

Xia Wanyuan put away his computer and walked out of the classroom, leaving a lot of comments,

"Ma ye, Shu Jin, you must have someone in the literature department this time. Professor Xia is too good."

"It's really powerful," Shu Jin nodded,

Shu Jin, the most difficult talent in the literature department, was convinced by Xia Wanyuan, not to mention other people,

After class, the debate over whether Xia Wanyuan is a "goddess teacher of the Academy of Arts" or a "goddess teacher of the Academy of Arts" exploded in the school forum.

Xia Wanyuan took the computer and walked slowly to the office through the small garden in the campus.

"Sister Wan Yuan," Wei Zimu's voice suddenly came from behind,

Xia Wanyuan turns back with a stack of books and touches his smart eyes. Wei Zimu's lips rise a tiny radian,

Seeing Wei Zimu behind him, Xia Wanyuan subconsciously wants to frown,

Today, he didn't wear glasses. Even though his smile was still warm, the temperature of his whole body was lowered by his cold eyes,

"What's the matter?" Xia Wanyuan had a guess in his heart, and he didn't have much patience in front of him.

"It's OK. I just think you're good at teaching and painting." Wei Zimu said in a warm voice,

"Thank you," Xia Wanyuan said. After thanking him, he turned around and walked to the place where there were many students.

People in the garden watched Xia Wanyuan walk into the office all the time. Then they lowered their eyes and dialed out a phone,

"Hey, brother, I came to listen to your sister Wan Yuan's lecture today."

As expected, a question came from the phone,

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to her for the time being. As long as you finish the work of F state, I promise to let you come back smoothly."

It took a while for the phone to hang up,

The people in the garden gradually left, leaving a few messy flowers.

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Xia Wanyuan went back to the office, prepared the courseware, and then left Qingda.

As soon as I walked out of the gate of the Qing Dynasty, I heard a cry, "that's the woman! That's her! It's normal for her not to give me money, but I didn't do anything. She's going to send me to prison, my God! Why do you do this to me? "

Xia Wanyuan looked up and saw that he was an acquaintance,

The old lady who stopped her at the beginning was scared by Xia Wanyuan and was going to change her place. Unexpectedly, the next day, many reporters came to her,

These reporters recorded all kinds of things about her begging with her children and took countless photos, which attracted the attention of many people,

There's money from reporters and a lot of onlookers,

She can receive nearly 2000 yuan a day in this place,

Now she doesn't want to leave. She stays by Qingda every day and cries to passers-by about her experience. Although everyone is tired these days and the money she gives is not as much as before, it's still considerable.

Seeing Xia Wanyuan, the woman felt that she had another chance to make a second fortune,

He quickly got up and ran to Xia Wanyuan. The driver just drove over at this time. Seeing this, he immediately got out of the car and stopped in front of Xia Wanyuan,

"What do you want, old lady?"

"Girl, last time you scolded me, I didn't care with you. I beg you to give me some money. My son is sick and has no money to cure. Please!"

The woman kowtowed as she spoke, and there was blood on her forehead.

Xia Wanyuan was so well-dressed that he stood with the old woman, which further reflected the poor old woman,

"Oh, girl, just give her some money. You see how poor she is."

"That is, what's the matter with you? You look so well dressed that you don't have any kindness. Are young people like this now?"

"It's so cruel. You were the villain who scolded the old lady last time. How could you be so hard hearted when you were young?"

People around see the old woman kowtow pitifully, but Xia Wanyuan is standing straight, without the slightest touch appearance, began to blame Xia Wanyuan without compassion.