Chapter 204: Rain Bell



The first mock exam had just passed, and the senior students of Ruxu No. 2 Middle School had no time to take a good rest, and once again put all their energy into intensive study.

In the classroom of Senior Grade 3 (27), a loud and clear voice came out from the classroom.

"Many people say that ancient Chinese poetry is too difficult to understand. We have to translate ancient Chinese poetry into vernacular Chinese and understand its meaning. Sometimes it is really difficult to understand!"

In the classroom of Grade 3 (27) in Ruxu No. 2 Middle School, Zhou Yu was holding a piece of chalk in one hand and leaning on the podium with the other, and he was lecturing to the students in an imposing manner. “So, how can we better understand the classical Chinese and ancient poems that we are going to learn?”

Zhou Yu didn't keep the audience in suspense and started explaining the key points directly. "What is the most important thing to better understand classical Chinese poetry?"

"The key is that before we study an article, we must first understand the background, origin and other factors of the article, and then put ourselves into the author's environment at the time. In this way, you can better understand the article."

What Zhou Yu said was certainly not groundless. This was what his Chinese teacher had told them. He also took Prime Minister Zhuge Liang's "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital" to explain to them. When he got to the point of expressing his deepest feelings, he even shed tears and felt sad for Prime Minister Zhuge Liang.

However, Zhou Yu did not intend to use the Prime Minister's "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital" as an example to explain today like his teacher did.

"Take the example of the ancient poem "Rain on the Bells, Cold Chans Sad" written by Liu Yong, a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty," Zhou Yu said as he turned around and wrote down the name of the ci tune of the poem on the blackboard. "Rain on the Bells, Cold Chans Sad" is the name of the ci tune of this poem. If we want to understand Song Dynasty poetry, we must first understand the origin of Song Dynasty poetry and what the ci tune name is."

Song Ci originated in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It was originally a popular folk song called "Quzi Ci" and was closely integrated with music. The introduction of music from the Western Regions and the popularity of folk music provided the basis for the development of Song Ci. Song Ci was formed in the Tang Dynasty and reached its peak in the Northern Song Dynasty.

The name of the ci tune is the name of a standard melody of ci, that is, the original name of a roughly fixed part of music that was often used to write ci in the Tang and Song dynasties. It has a fixed format and rhythm, which determines the rhythm and melody of the ci.

These seemed like very basic knowledge to Zhou Yu, but Zhou Yu didn't know whether these students' previous teachers had ever mentioned them, so he mentioned them anyway.

However, judging by the reactions of the students below, this has probably never been mentioned before.

Of course, it is possible that the teacher has explained it, but the students have forgotten it later.

"So, do you know the background and origin of the name of the tune of the poem 'Yu Lin Ling'?" After briefly introducing the history of Song Dynasty poetry and the names of tunes, Zhou Yu changed the subject and asked about the origin of the tune name 'Yu Lin Ling'.

After hearing Zhou Yu's question, everyone under the podium looked at each other, their eyes wide open, and seemed completely confused by the question the teacher asked.

Yu Lin Ling is the name of a Tang Dynasty Jiaofang song. It is also known as "Yu Lin Ling". It was during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang. After Emperor Xuanzong Li Longji lost his beloved concubine Yang Yuhuan in the Mawei Incident, he often cried because he missed Yang Guifei. It rained for several days, and Li Longji heard the sound of a bell in Langdang Posthouse. Emperor Xuanzong Li Longji then used the sound to compose the song "Yu Lin Ling" to express his remembrance.

Unlike other Chinese teachers who find classical Chinese texts extremely boring when they teach them, Zhou Yu covers every detail. He tells stories about the background and origin of the text, and then explains the structure of the text in detail, helping everyone understand the text.

Therefore, in Zhou Yu's class, everyone listened very seriously, even with gusto and eagerness, and they wished that if possible, Teacher Zhou could teach the class in two consecutive periods.

"Now, let's take a look at the background of the creation of this poem," Zhou Yu turned around, faced the blackboard, wrote a few words on the blackboard in his hand, and continued, "In the second year of Tiansheng in the Northern Song Dynasty, that is, in 1024 AD, Emperor Renzong Zhao Zhen of the Song Dynasty crossed out Liu Yong's imperial examination results because of his poem "He Chongtian". This year was the fourth time that Liu Yong and Liu Sanbian failed the imperial examination."

"Liu Yong, who was over 40, was inevitably a little discouraged after this experience. So that year, Liu Yong decided to leave Bianjing and travel around the world. Therefore, Liu Yong said goodbye to his lover Chongniang and wrote this poem "Rainy Bell" when they parted."

"So after we fully understand the background, history and the environment in which this poem was created, when we recite this poem again, do you have a new understanding of this poem in your mind and heart?"

Zhou Yu threw down the chalk in his hand and joked, "If I were to start with this poem "Rainy Bells, Cold Cicadas Sorrowful" and ask everyone what kind of thoughts the author had when he wrote it, you wouldn't write an answer like 'it expresses the author's homesickness', right?"

After hearing Zhou Yu's joke, the audience below the podium burst into laughter.

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Zhou Yu was speaking eloquently at the podium, and the students below were listening with great interest. Soon, the sound of the bell for the end of get out of class reached the ears of many teachers and students in the classroom from outside the window, and a class period had passed just like that.

Hearing the bell, Zhou Yu, who was still lecturing, immediately stopped and threw the chalk back to the podium. "That's it for this lesson. We'll continue tomorrow."

As soon as these words came out, the students in the class wailed, and everyone tried to persuade Zhou Yu to stay, "Teacher, please talk a little more! There are still 20 minutes between classes!"

"Yes, teacher, please tell me more! We won't go to the morning exercises, please don't leave, teacher!"

"Teacher, please, please talk for another twenty minutes. Twenty minutes, no, ten minutes, ten minutes is fine! Please, I won't make trouble again, teacher, I'm really itchy, please, I'll be obedient, I won't make trouble again, please, teacher, I feel like there are ants crawling inside my body now, it's too itchy, please talk a little more, this is the last time, I swear, this is really the last time!"

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Ignoring the antics of the other students, Zhou Yu just smiled and waved his hand, then packed up his things and ran away.

Seeing Teacher Zhou leave, everyone in the classroom stopped, packed up their things, and prepared to go to the playground to do morning exercises.

"Hey, what have you been doing for so long!" Gong Jinkang just stood up and prepared to leave, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Peng Bolin still sitting there in a daze, "What are you thinking about? Go downstairs and do your morning exercises. After that, you can go to the supermarket in the cafeteria to buy something to eat."

"I wasn't in a daze, I just felt that Teacher Zhou's lectures were really good! Every time I listen to Teacher Zhou's lectures, I have different feelings. In today's class, I felt that those teachers from famous schools were no better than Teacher Zhou!" Peng Bolin seemed to have been immersed in Zhou Yu's lecture and just came back to his senses, and said with emotion.

"Really?" Gong Jinkang's eyes turned when he heard Peng Bolin say that. He immediately became interested and looked at Peng Bolin with a sly smile and asked, "Compared to Teacher Zhou's class and Teacher Zhao's class, which one do you think is better?"

The teacher Zhao that Gong Jinkang mentioned was his and Peng Bolin's Chinese teacher when they were in Class 25. He didn't know what Peng Bolin was thinking, but Gong Jinkang felt dizzy and wanted to sleep as soon as he attended Teacher Zhao's class.

As if he didn't notice the "trap" in Gong Jinkang's words, Peng Bolin actually thought about it seriously when he heard Gong Jinkang say that, then looked at Gong Jinkang seriously and said,

"Listening to Mr. Zhou's class is like enjoying a full banquet. It is colorful, fragrant and delicious, and there are so many varieties that you will never get tired of it and you will always have a different experience."

"What about Teacher Zhao's class?" Gong Jinkang asked curiously, wanting to know how his friend would describe Teacher Zhao.

Peng Bolin thought for a moment and said, "I feel like Mr. Zhao's class is like a pot of mushrooms."

"Mushrooms?"

Peng Bolin nodded, "Yes, mushrooms. It's like eating a pot of uncooked mushrooms. At first there's no reaction, but after a while you start to feel dizzy and see all kinds of bizarre scenery."

"After watching all of them, it felt like a dream. I was still very moved even after waking up for a long time."

Gong Jinkang stood there in a daze, looking at Peng Bolin stupidly.

It took a long time for Gong Jinkang to react, and then he held his stomach and laughed like crazy.

"Hahahahahahahahaha, Old Peng you fucking ......"


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