Chapter 164 Cheng Xuyuan’s level is good enough to be a lecturer
“Teacher Zhu, have you heard of this poem?” Hong Zicheng came to Zhu Guangqian and asked in a low voice.
As a lecturer in the Chinese Department, Hong Zicheng has read a lot of books.
Especially poetry. He didn't remember all the Tang and Song poems, but he had a very deep impression of some famous poems.
But now, he had no impression of the poem that Cheng Xuyuan read.
This is not right!
This poem is so beautiful that if I had read it, I would definitely have been impressed.
The reason why I have no impression of it now is only one reason, that is, I have not read this poem.
Hong Zicheng was still very confident in his knowledge.
But now, he began to doubt himself.
So he asked Zhu Guangqian who was beside him.
Zhu Guangqian pondered for a moment and said, "I also have no impression of this poem."
"But judging by the content of this poem, it should have been written by a monk."
"Cheng Xuyuan, this guy, really has a lot of weird things in his head."
"Come back, I want to have a good chat with him."
Hearing that Zhu Guangqian didn't know either, Hong Zicheng silently breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it was normal that he didn't know.
At this moment, a girl stood up and said, "Teacher Cheng, I really like your answer to Yuanying's question just now."
"And my favorite is the poem you just mentioned."
"Excuse me, did you write that poem?"
"Otherwise, why haven't I heard of it?"
This girl's question immediately made all the students who were immersed in the poem focus their attention on Cheng Xuyuan again.
After all, it seems that no one has heard of this poem.
With the start of the university term, the library reopened and everyone was eagerly borrowing all kinds of books.
However, when Cheng Xuyuan read out this poem that amazed everyone, they found that no one had any impression of this poem.
Therefore, many people instinctively came up with the idea that this poem was written by Cheng Xuyuan.
Otherwise, how could I not remember anything? Facing the inquiring gazes, Cheng Xuyuan coughed and said, "This poem is really not written by me. This poem is a love poem by Cangyang Gyatso."
“Cangyang Gyatso!”
When hearing this name, most students are still confused, but some history teachers and professors have begun to understand.
Cheng Xuyuan looked at the crowd below who were full of curiosity and thought, what a coincidence! I was just thinking about how to kill time. Since you want to listen, I will talk to you about it.
Then he continued: "If you want to understand Cangyang Gyatso's love poems, then you must understand his background, his life, and..."
Cheng Xuyuan stated five understandings in one breath.
In later generations, with the spread of the poem "I Will Not Let Down the Tathagata, I Will Not Let Down You", more and more research was done on Tsangyang Gyatso. Cheng Xuyuan then began to tell the story of the poet's life.
Because the lecture started with a love poem, Cheng Xuyuan's subsequent explanation fascinated many students.
When hearing the poet's last line about wanting to borrow the ability of the white crane to fly between heaven and earth, many people's expressions began to become solemn.
"There are various explanations for his passing, but one thing cannot be changed, that is, although this man is gone, his poems will continue to be passed down through the ages..."
After saying the last word, Cheng Xuyuan looked at his watch and found that the time was around five twenty.
He talked endlessly about the history of Tsangyang Gyatso for almost an hour.
As far as the lecture is concerned, this was a complete success.
"This guy is worthy of being a history student." Zhu Guangqian waited for Cheng Xuyuan to finish speaking, then said to a professor in the history department, "He was supposed to answer questions as a writer, but he ended up turning it into a history lecture."
When the history professor heard this, a smile appeared on his face.
In any case, Cheng Xuyuan, a history student, turned the lecture into a popularization of historical knowledge, which made them feel very proud.
At this moment, Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "I am very honored to be able to communicate with you all today."
"I believe we will have plenty of time to communicate in the future."
"It's getting late, and it's time for the cafeteria to open for dinner."
"Besides, the sun is about to set, why don't we go eat first."
Everyone who was feeling grief over the poet's fate was dissatisfied when they heard Cheng Xuyuan's words.
We came to your lecture this time with many questions.
You're rushing to finish this question before you've even asked two questions!
This won’t do!
What's more, who can eat now when you have just filled my stomach with sorrow? So before Cheng Xuyuan could finish his words, a tall boy stood up and said, "Teacher Cheng Xuyuan, it's still early to eat."
"Besides, no one is hungry. Why don't you communicate with us again? After all, we still have a lot of questions waiting to ask you."
"Everyone agrees, right?"
The boy was about 27 or 28 years old and had gone through a lot of hardships in life. He was quite familiar with Cheng Xuyuan's method of trying to escape.
As soon as his words came out, they immediately aroused enthusiastic response.
"We're not hungry, we have problems."
"We can eat anytime, Teacher Cheng, don't worry about us."
“We’re not tired!”
Hearing these words, although Cheng Xuyuan was somewhat unwilling, he could only say: "Okay, since everyone wants to continue the discussion, I am naturally happy to accompany you."
"If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. As long as I can answer them, I will definitely not let you down."
Following Cheng Xuyuan's words, someone immediately said, "Teacher Cheng Xuyuan, I have a question. A few days ago, I heard your song "Seeing and Not Seeing"..."
Time passed by minute by minute, accompanied by enthusiastic questions.
The sky outside the library had begun to change from sunset to nightfall.
The spring wind is still chilly, but under the lights, the students who come to listen to the lecture are full of enthusiasm.
Although his mind was filled with inspirational quotes from "Zhiyin" and "Readers", Cheng Xuyuan still felt exhausted when faced with one problem after another.
After all, he was facing a group of smart people.
Especially those students from Class 77, who were able to stand out from the competition of millions of people and become students of Yenching University or Shuimu University. They are not ordinary people.
"Classmates, it's already seven o'clock."
"Although I know that everyone is still a little unsatisfied, I still want to say that this exchange is over."
"My head is buzzing, I really can't answer any questions!"
After answering the last question, Cheng Xuyuan said to everyone with a wry smile.
Hong Zicheng had already walked up the steps of the library at the signal of the school's on-site person in charge.
The reason why he came out was because there were more students in the Chinese Department and they asked the most questions.
"Classmates, Cheng Xuyuan has been speaking here for three hours."
"During these three hours, he not only told us about his creations, but also told us about the life of a poet..."
"It's getting late, let Cheng Xuyuan take a break."
"After all, he has been standing there for more than three hours."
Hong Zicheng's words forced these students, who were still reluctant to leave, to give up in disappointment.
However, someone still said, "Teacher Hong, why don't you let Cheng Xuyuan take a rest and eat something, and then we'll continue at eight o'clock."
Hong Zicheng glared and said, "Let's stop here today. Let them rest for a while."
"Besides, all the answers that should be given have been given."
"Well, I declare this lecture to be over."
After Hong Zicheng finished speaking, some people in the audience started shouting. These were some new students who came to watch after dinner, but the show was about to end.
Seeing this situation, Hong Zicheng said: "Don't worry, Cheng Xuyuan is in our school and can give lectures at any time."
"How about this, let's do it again next week."
Cheng Xuyuan, who was standing aside, was originally full of gratitude towards Hong Zicheng, but when he heard these words, he couldn't help but take a step back.
Is this a friend or an enemy?
However, regardless of whether they were friends or foes, most of the students quieted down following Hong Zicheng's promise.
As Cheng Xuyuan left accompanied by Hong Zicheng and others, the students gathered on the grass of the library began to disperse one after another.
"Oh my god, I didn't feel hungry just now, but now I feel hungry!"
"Me too, I wonder if the cafeteria is closed."
"If it's closed, let's go to the Changzheng Canteen. This trip today will be worth it!"
"That's right. If I hadn't heard from Cheng Xuyuan, I wouldn't have known there was such a poet..."
When most of the students left, Hong Zicheng and others breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xuyuan, I think you should consider transferring to our Chinese department. Look how popular you are!" Hong Zicheng said, "Even if I were to give a lecture, there wouldn't be so many students coming to support me."
Cheng Xuyuan smiled at Hong Zicheng and said, "Teacher Hong, teachers, I'm going to the toilet."
As he spoke, Cheng Xuyuan rushed towards the toilet.
During these three hours, his legs were numb from standing! A professor from the history department was standing next to Cheng Xuyuan. After Cheng Xuyuan left, he said to Hong Zicheng, "Zicheng, you are openly poaching!"
"Professor Tao, I'm not trying to poach someone, but this guy is so suitable for our Chinese department!"
"I think that with his level, he is definitely qualified to be a lecturer here."
Hong Zicheng is a lecturer, and he said that Cheng Xuyuan could come and be a lecturer, which put Cheng Xuyuan on the same level as him.
Professor Tao knew Hong Zicheng well. He knew that although he appeared humble on the outside, he was extremely proud on the inside.
It is really rare for him to say such words.
He then said, "He has done in-depth research on history. I think he can also be a lecturer at my place after graduation."
Outside the library, Liu Hechu stretched his stiff legs and said, "Brother Feng, let's go out for a meal. There's nothing good to eat in the cafeteria now."
Fang Yuanfeng said: "Let's go, I'll treat you."
"This Cheng Xuyuan is really good at talking nonsense. I'm already hungry now."
Liu Hechu hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Feng, you...you should prepare in the future..."
"The more knowledgeable he is, the greater the risk!" Fang Yuanfeng said, "We should speed up the handling of this matter."
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