Chapter 130 The Mysterious Old Beggar
Jiang Zhiyu finally retracted his leg that was about to take a step forward and looked at Lei Wencai, the teacher of the Tianban class, again.
Lei Wencai breathed a sigh of relief, cleared his throat, and said that since it was a trial class, he could comment on Jiang Zhiyu's poetry and prose level.
Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly, with a look of expectation in her eyes. She nodded slightly, indicating that she was willing to accept the comments. Lei Wencai looked at her confident and determined eyes, and couldn't help but admire her in his heart.
“Jiang Zhiyu, your talent in poetry and prose is outstanding among the female disciples in the Xuan class, but I always feel that there is something missing in your poems.” Lei Wencai said slowly, frowning slightly.
"Oh? What is it?" Jiang Zhiyu asked curiously, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Lei Wencai thought for a moment and said, "Your poems focus too much on technique and ignore the artistic conception of the poem. The artistic conception is the soul of the poem and the true expression of the poet's inner feelings. Although your poems are gorgeous, they lack the power to move people's hearts."
After hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu frowned slightly, as if thinking about something. She bit her lip lightly, then looked up at Lei Wencai, with a firm light in her eyes: "Master, are you too harsh? The artistic conception of poetry and prose is not achieved overnight. I am willing to work hard to find and explore it."
Lei Wencai looked at Jiang Zhiyu, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. He nodded and said, "Okay, let's start with this poem."
He picked up a scroll of poems on the table and handed it to Jiang Zhiyu: "This is "Autumn Night Thoughts". Take a look at your own poem and listen to my comments."
Jiang Zhiyu took the manuscript and read it carefully. She read it sentence by sentence, nodded from time to time, and sometimes frowned in thought. Lei Wencai sat opposite her, looking at her quietly, waiting for her response.
"Master, I think your comments are very pertinent." Jiang Zhiyu finally put down the manuscript and said sincerely, "I did pay too much attention to the technique and ignored the artistic conception of the poem. In this poem "Autumn Night Thoughts", I tried to add some emotions, but it still seems stiff."
Lei Wencai smiled and said, "You have realized the problem. This is progress. Next, let's discuss how to make the artistic conception of the poem more profound."
The two began to have an in-depth discussion on the artistic conception, emotion, and techniques of poetry. Jiang Zhiyu raised his own questions from time to time, and Lei Wencai patiently answered them, sometimes giving examples.
The atmosphere in the classroom gradually became relaxed and pleasant. Jiang Zhiyu's expression became more focused. She nodded from time to time, and sometimes showed an expression of sudden enlightenment. Lei Wencai smiled, his eyes full of appreciation and expectation.
"Jiang Zhiyu, do you know? Your talent in poetry and writing reminds me of myself back then." Lei Wencai suddenly said, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
"Master, what were you like back then?" Jiang Zhiyu asked curiously.
Lei Wencai smiled and said, "Back then, I was just like you, full of love and persistence for poetry. I also went through a period of confusion, not knowing how to write a truly moving poem."
Jiang Zhiyu's eyes flashed with respect, and she said seriously: "Master, your experience has made me more determined to pursue poetry. I am willing to follow in your footsteps and continue to learn and improve."
"Okay, in that case, let's work together to make the artistic conception of poetry more profound and let more people feel the charm of poetry." Lei Wencai said with a determined light in his eyes.
The two continued to discuss poetry in the classroom, and time passed quietly. Jiang Zhiyu gradually immersed herself in it and forgot the passage of time. Lei Wencai looked at her focused expression and felt relieved.
It was not until the sky outside the window gradually darkened that Jiang Zhiyu realized that it was already late. She stood up and bowed to Lei Wencai: "Master, I have benefited a lot from your teachings today. I will definitely continue to work hard and live up to your expectations."
Lei Wencai smiled and nodded: "Okay, think about today's discussion when you go back. I believe you will make greater progress."
Jiang Zhiyu walked out of the classroom, his back firm and confident.
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"Old sir, may I ask your name?"
Jiang Zhiyu walked up to the old beggar and bowed very seriously.
The old beggar glanced at her and snorted, "You ask me, and I have to tell you?"
Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly, and did not shrink back because of the old beggar's indifference.
People in this world have different personalities and cannot be generalized. She bowed deeply again and said sincerely: "I am Jiang Zhiyu, a female disciple of the Imperial College. Seeing you here, I have many doubts in my heart. If you don't mind, I would like to hear the details."
The old beggar looked at Jiang Zhiyu, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and then he slowly said: "You little girl, you have some courage and insight. Since you asked, I will tell you, my last name is Yun, you can call me Old Yun."
After hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu immediately expressed his admiration: "It turns out to be Elder Yun. I am honored to meet you."
Elder Yun waved his hand, signaling Jiang Zhiyu not to be polite. Then he looked at the bustling street scene outside the window and said calmly, "When I was young, I was also a part of this world. I experienced countless storms and witnessed countless ups and downs. Now, I am just an old beggar who has seen through the world."
Jiang Zhiyu listened quietly, his heart full of curiosity and admiration for this old man Yun.
Although the old beggar was dressed in rags, his eyes and his temperament told her that he was not an ordinary person.
"Mr. Yun, since you have experienced the ups and downs of the martial arts world, you must have many stories, right?" Jiang Zhiyu asked cautiously.
Old Yun turned his head and looked at Jiang Zhiyu, his deep eyes flashing with wisdom. He smiled slightly and began to tell his story.
From his mouth, Jiang Zhiyu heard one thrilling story after another, including grudges in the rivers and lakes, legends of heroes, and tragedies of love. She was fascinated by the story, as if she was in that legendary river and lake.
"Mr. Yun, your experience is truly admirable." Jiang Zhiyu said with emotion after Mr. Yun finished his story.
Elder Yun smiled slightly, looked at Jiang Zhiyu, and then said: "Life is like a play, with joy and sorrow, ups and downs. The important thing is that we must see through it all and then deal with it calmly."
Jiang Zhiyu listened carefully, and his admiration for Master Yun deepened.
This Mr. Yun must have gone through countless hardships to have such a calm attitude.
"Mr. Yun, can you teach me some wisdom in life?" Jiang Zhiyu asked sincerely.
Elder Yun looked at Jiang Zhiyu, smiled slightly, and then slowly said: "The wisdom of life is in every tree and grass, every mountain and water in this world. As long as you feel it with your heart and experience it with your heart, you can find your own wisdom."
After hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu's mind suddenly became clear. She bowed deeply and said, "Thank you for Master Yun's teachings. I will definitely keep it in mind."