This year the flowers bloomed, this year the flowers fell. Next year the flowers bloom again and I am one year older.
Sometimes it must be said that image affects content, or that image is an extremely important part of content!
This song by Zuo Qing is good, but certainly not good, but for a little girl under ten years old, it's not that bad.
But her handwriting is so bad!
It's crooked and crawling like an insect. If it is put together with Miao Daquan's, it will be hard to tell which one is worse.
In addition, Miao Daquan’s “curled noodles” are actually quite clean.
As for Zuo Qing's piece of paper, she had smeared it a lot from front to back. Even the last sentence had to be smeared several times before it became what it is now.
So the overall evaluation is just one word, ugly!
Uglier than Miao Daquan's!
This is also the reason why no one among the seven judges just nominated her.
If her scrolls are clean and her handwriting is clear and elegant, she might even ask someone to take a closer look at this song and then think, well, it's not bad.
There is no if.
The fact is that she was not nominated by the seven judges.
After answering the questions, a group of children were rushed to the outfield. Otherwise, when the little girl Zuo Qing heard her name, she would probably have looked over in great surprise.
Of course, this also includes the Miao Encyclopedia just now.
This kind of person is a typical "stupid student" who doesn't need to confirm the answers after taking the test.
I don't want to confirm the answer either.
Because whether it is confirmed or not, it doesn’t matter.
For a test paper with a perfect score of 100, a score of 60 is a no-brainer, a score of 50 is not expected, and a score of 40 is a surprise, but the possibility is very small.
And as for whether it is ten points, twenty points or thirty points, is there any difference?
No.
What can you say?
There is nothing to say.
The teacher won't read her marks in class.
Unless there is an intention to humiliate, motivate her or warn other students.
But Xu Tonghui had something to say.
This poem is so good!
It was so good that he didn't have to think about it at all. The first time he saw this song, he thought of rhetoric.
With a faint smile on his face, Xu Tonghui said in a sincere and humble manner: "The wording in this poem is really crude and the meaning is very simple. It seems that it is not worthy of the name 'Tao' in Taoist poetry."
Youdiji nodded slightly.
Xu Tonghui changed his tone and said, "But is there really no Tao in it?"
Having said this, Xu Tonghui's face showed a hint of nostalgia and reverence. After a short pause, he continued: "I remember when I was accompanying Master, I happened to hear Master read these two sentences.
poetry."
Xu Tonghui’s master?
Even Xu Yishan couldn't help but feel awe-struck when he heard this.
As for the people on the ground who had long speculated about Xu Tonghui's origins, all of them looked dignified, and some even began to adjust their body shapes consciously or unconsciously, as if to put themselves in a more comfortable state.
It's as if a being that they can't expect or approach is here or is about to come here.
After a pause, Xu Tonghui slowly read out "the two sentences he heard":
"The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year."
If these two sentences were written by someone who did not know his identity or origin, everyone present might think that they were well written, or very well written.
But when it was clearly known in advance that this was what Xu Tonghui heard his master say.
Descending from Xu Yishan, everyone was silent.
They all began to actively immerse themselves in the artistic conception of these two Taoist poems.
Especially the female cultivators from the Lanshui Sect, Nan Pingxiu's eyes even filled with tears.
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.
More than a hundred years of time seem to have turned around at this moment, returning to the past.
Back then, she was a little girl of the same age as Zuo Qing and other younger generations. She had no knowledge of cultivation or worldly affairs. In her heart and eyes, there was nothing but longing.
later.
She was taken into the sect of Lan Zhizong.
She was appreciated by her master and accepted as his disciple.
She grew up little by little from a little girl, passed ten years old, passed twenty years old, passed thirty years old, passed forty years old...
The scenery on the road is constantly changing.
In other words, it is not the scenery that changes, but the people.
Her doting grandfather and grandmother passed away one after another.
Her father and mother, who had always been proud of her, passed away one after another.
My elder brother, several younger brothers, and my younger sister passed away one after another.
The family gradually began to become unfamiliar to her. The place that was once the most familiar became the least familiar, and seemed even stranger than a completely unfamiliar place.
So she never set foot again. Her last fate with her family was to bring a little girl out of the family and let her belong to the Lanshui Sect.
The master finally failed to resist the constraints of time and left her.
She became the head of Lanshui Sect.
The moment she became the sect leader, she realized that so many elders had passed away, and she had already become the elder of many people in the sect.
There are also many people present here at the moment, including Gan Congshi, Gu Huaimin, etc.
Reminiscing about the acquaintance of young people.
Since when did they become as old as they are now?
I can't remember, or rather, I can't remember.
In fact, they meet almost every year, so in each other's eyes, no one has changed. But year after year, year after year...
The flowers are similar every year.
Year after year... people are different...
Whether you realize it or not, this year is not the same as last year.
"This year the flowers bloomed, this year the flowers fell. Next year the flowers bloom again, and I am one year older."
A little girl's innocent words seemed so shocking at this time.
Would a little girl under ten years old have any emotions about the passage of time and the changes in personnel?
No.
Definitely not.
So she has no emotion in this song.
When she writes, she either composes a sentence abruptly, or even expresses joy, "I am one year older", a kind of joy that she is about to grow up, just like she did back then, looking forward to practicing and yearning for success.
There is much to come in the future.
I don't know how long it took, when everyone's eyes regained their clarity and focused on Xu Tonghui again.
Xu Tonghui smiled slightly and continued talking again, saying something similar to what Nan Pingxiu thought at the end:
"Let's look specifically at this poem by Zuo Qing, 'The flowers will bloom again next year, and I will be one year older.' Especially in the last sentence at the end, the meaning and direction are unclear."
"If we pull her over and let her speak for herself, she probably won't be able to say anything."
"It's very possible that when she wrote these two sentences, she didn't mean anything at all!"
"But in her ignorance, following a certain instinct, she said that flowers bloom and fall every year, and then she also compared people, herself, with the blooming and falling of flowers."
"She was comparing it. She didn't know what it meant."
"But we know."
"When she grows up, say ten years from now, or a hundred years from now, what will she feel like when she reads this Taoist poem by herself?"
"We can't possibly know that feeling."
"Because her future is uncertain. It is in her own hands and in the hands of many people and things that are not her own. Some of them are predictable and some are unpredictable."
"I nominated Miao Daquan because of the 'truth' embodied in his Taoist poems."
"I nominated Zuo Qing because of the 'illusion' embodied in her Taoist poems."
"Brother, seniors, no matter whether we have embarked on the path of spiritual practice or not, no matter which step or journey we can go on the path of spiritual practice, our whole life will be conducted in truth and illusion."
"Truth can become false at any time, and falsehood can also become true at any time."
"Illusion may turn around and turn into reality, and reality may turn into reality just by walking around."
All the people on the ground were silent.
Many people here have a level of recognition for Xu Tonghui that they did not have before.
Previously, they certainly had considerable respect for Xu Tonghui because of his identity and background, but this respect was limited to his identity. Beyond respect, it was more alienation.
The heart is to stay away from others, and the behavior is to approach them.
In short, they have a contradictory and very unstable mentality towards Xu Tonghui.
To put it simply, it means alienation and inability to get close.
And at this moment, most of that alienation was broken away.
Replace it with recognition.
After another pause, Xu Tonghui continued: "So I nominated Zuo Qing because I want her future to be more exciting and have more possibilities."
And his words suddenly woke up everyone.
It was as if I was just walking down the stairs normally, walking slowly, but when I took another step, I suddenly missed it!
Make her future more exciting and have more possibilities?
This sentence...
What does it mean?
Many people's eyes crossed each other silently, and their hearts were filled with surprise and uncertainty.