"Brother Xu, can my disease really be cured?" the little girl asked, with a little eagerness, a little weakness, expectation and worry, just like a little flower being attacked by the wind and rain.
White flowers.
This was the first time Xu Guangling heard the little girl speak after meeting her. He had always been like a little mute. Of course, it might be more appropriate to say she was a wooden person.
But now, the wooden man's eyes were obviously vivid.
This is actually normal. No matter how dejected you are, you are still just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Once you see hope, your heart will be dejected, just like the winter wilderness, blown by the spring breeze.
, there will be vitality and greenery everywhere.
Xu Guangling's heart became heavier and heavier.
Confidence was what he gave to the little girl, but he himself had no confidence.
Xu Guangling firmly believes that "heart" or "belief" can influence, change and determine many things, but there must be a prerequisite, that is, there are conditions on the material level as assistance and support. In other words, in the material soil, talent can
Flowers of spirit bloom.
Without this material soil, all flowers will fail and all grass will wither.
There will never be any exceptions!
But the actual situation now is that there is indeed a problem with the little girl's "material soil", and it is a big problem.
Therefore, Xu Guangling was worried.
It's just that this is naturally impossible to reveal.
"Xiao Zhou, do you know the root cause of your disease?" Xu Guangling asked with a relaxed face and a smile.
"Brother Xu, my name is Zhou Qingzhu." The little girl introduced herself first, and then said: "Brother Xu, my heart is not very good. I almost failed the physical examination before the high school entrance examination."
"There are few yellow birds in spring at the mouth of the valley, and all the flowers are gone. The apricot blossoms are flying. I pity you under the window of Youzhu Mountain, and I will not change the clear shade until I return. Qingzhu, a very good name." Xu Guangling said with a smile.
In fact, Xu Guangling doesn't think this name is good at all. The little girl is as thin as a scarecrow, so it may not be related to the name. As a person's most commonly used identification and symbol, names undoubtedly have a strong influence on people's psychology.
Inductive.
China has attached great importance to naming children since ancient times. Of course, in ancient times, in addition to names, there were also words. These are not completely without reason.
Xu Guangling just said this casually.
Unexpectedly, when the little girl heard this, she was extremely surprised, and her eyes were much brighter than before: "Brother Xu, you also know this poem, it is my favorite one!"
Xu Guangling was slightly surprised.
This is not poetry that primary and secondary school students will be exposed to inside and outside the classroom, and its popularity is not very high.
But when you consider that the little girl’s name is related to bamboo, it’s understandable.
"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Qing, um, Xiao Zhu," Xu Guangling chuckled, "Xiao Zhu, do you like poetry?"
"Yeah!" The little girl nodded fiercely, "But this one is my favorite."
"The Xinyi flowers are gone and the apricot blossoms are flying." Xu Guangling recited a line from the poem just now, and then said: "Xiaozhu, have you seen the Xinyi flowers?"
"I've seen pictures on the Internet, but never in real life." The little girl said a little embarrassed.
"What kind of flowers have you seen in real life? Three words." Xu Guangling asked.
"Well..." the little girl pondered, pouting slightly, looking a little cute, "Gardenia, Brother Xu, I have seen gardenia!"
Gardenia blooms, the name of a song.
Xu Guangling thought about it slightly, and the entire lyrics and score of the song appeared directly in his mind. But the next moment, the image dispersed and was replaced by two classical poems related to gardenias, and then,
He slowly recited one of them:
"In the rain, one or two roosters crow, and the bridge on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted. The women call each other to bathe the silkworms, and they are busy gardening in the courtyard."
"This is "Rain Over the Mountain Village" by Wang Jian, a poet from the Tang Dynasty. Xiaozhu, have you read it?"
The little girl shook her head slightly frustrated.
Xu Guangling laughed and said, "You are still a student. You often go out under the stars in the morning and return home under the moon at night. You don't have much free time. It's normal that you haven't studied."
Perhaps because the word "student dog" aroused her emotions, the little girl burst into laughter, then frowned and said, "Brother Xu, you said it too harshly."
Xu Guangling smiled: "It doesn't matter if you haven't read this poem. Based on this poem, can you think of another poem, such as this sentence 'The Banqiao on Zhuxi Village Road is leaning'..."
"Bamboo and stone, Zheng Banqiao, Zheng Banqiao's bamboo and stone!"
Before Xu Guangling could finish saying this, the little girl rushed to say this.
"Stick to the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They are still strong despite being struck by the east, west, north and south winds." Xu Guangling recited, and then said: "Well, not bad, another poem about bamboo.
So, Xiaozhu, based on this poem, can you think of another related poem?"
This time the little girl thought about it for almost a minute, but she still couldn't figure it out.
"Actually, if we don't look at the name of this poem, we can easily misunderstand it as being about pine trees. Even if we know that it is about bamboo, it is still very appropriate to use it to describe pine trees, and there is nothing inconsistent with it. The poem on the mountain
Isn’t that what pine trees are like?”
"So we can use the word 'pine' in the first sentence, 'Stick to the green mountains and never relax,' as a word to guide related poems."
Xu Guangling paused for a moment, then said: "In ancient poetry, there are two very good poems about pine trees, one about young pine and one about old pine."
"Since I was a child, I have been thorny in the deep grass, but now I am gradually aware of the basil. At that time, people did not recognize the Lingyun tree. They waited until the Lingyun began to rise."
"This is "Little Pine" by Du Xunhe, a poet from the Tang Dynasty."
"The forest is straight for more than a hundred fathoms, and the height is deep into the green darkness without being attached to the forest. The wind in thousands of valleys generates the sound of the night, and the moonlight on thousands of mountains hangs in the autumn shadow. How can you be proud of the creation of the universe because of the cultivation power of manure? The temple is short of materials and should be taken.
Don’t invade each other if there are no good craftsmen in the world.”
"This is "Ancient Pine" by Song Dynasty poet Wang Anshi."
"One, two, three, four, five, you see, five poems came out in the blink of an eye. The first poems are related. As long as you follow the first poem, you can proceed to the fifth poem without any obstacles. This is the simplest memory method.
Associative memory method." Xu Guangling said.
"The treatment may last for a long period of time. During this period, Xiaozhu, if you are bored, you can use this method to memorize poems. There is a provincial library nearby for reference, and I will be there sometimes.
Read a book.”
"It's very easy to memorize ten or twenty songs in one day. By the time you memorize a thousand songs, I believe you will see gratifying changes in your body."
Xu Guangling said.
"Brother Xu, how many poems do you remember?" the little girl blinked and asked curiously.
"I will tell you when you have memorized a thousand poems," Xu Guangling said with a smile.
"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot the topic." Xu Guangling chuckled, "Xiaozhu, your problem is fundamentally caused by the heart. But it just so happens..."
"I'm an expert at this."
After saying this, Xu Guangling stretched out his hand to the little girl and motioned for her to feel her pulse.
It is very easy for any ordinary person to find the pulse on the wrist. It is no more difficult than for a fifth grader to do one plus one. And little girl Zhou Qingzhu is pressing her finger to Xu Guangling’s pulse.
After posting on the blog, I was instantly surprised.
His mouth opened slightly, and his eyes widened unconsciously.
After about a minute of touching, Xu Guangling took out his left hand and replaced it with his right hand, letting the little girl hold it again.
Then what happened was that the little girl was extremely surprised again.
"Shh, don't tell others, remember to keep it a secret!" After taking out his right hand, Xu Guangling put his finger on his lips and said, "Xiaozhu, do you have confidence in me now?"