eurekapd Chapter 202 Believe and You Will Have Eternal Life
Chapter 202 Believe and You Will Have Eternal Life
The monthly assessment will begin in two days.
Murong Xuan let her go and did not let her do the questions for the advanced class.
The morning questions in the advanced class were not difficult for her, let alone the questions in the intermediate class, the last question in literature and history: write a five-character quatrain on the theme of spring.
Youhuang did not rush to write, but instead gave the concept of five-character quatrain: Five-character quatrain is abbreviated as Wujue, which refers to a short poem with four lines of five words and full of regular verse.
A five-character quatrain usually uses only twenty words to present a fresh picture and convey a true artistic conception.
The biggest feature of five-character quatrain is to see the big picture from the small, and to express the rich content of a little in a short chapter. In addition, people should also pay attention to the two types of rhythm and level rhythm.
After thinking for a while, You Huang picked up his pen and wrote down the poem he had learned in the first grade of elementary school:
Chun Xiao
Chunmian doesn't know dawn, and I hear birds everywhere.
The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour.
A poem written after waking up from sleep is quite realistic, and no one would doubt it.
After finishing all the questions, Murong Xuan collected the test paper and did not let her go out to wander around: "Write the poem for the next issue of Min Bao."
"Is this poem not good?" Youhuang pointed to his test paper.
"Exams are exams, and Min Bao is Min Bao. They cannot be confused." Murong Xuan left her a blank sheet of paper.
You Huang felt that he was being exploited again, and after thinking for a while, he angrily wrote the first poem of "Song of Pity the Peasants": In spring, one grain of millet is planted, and in autumn, ten thousand grains are harvested. There is no idle land in the world, but farmers still starve to death.
"Do you want to die?"
Murong Xuan stared at the poem for a long while.
You Huang said disapprovingly: "There is still a slum in Tiandu City. It's not surprising that the people who farm outside are starving to death."
"You can't write it down either." Murong Xuan felt a little tired, and lowered his voice and said, "Don't you know that writing like this is questioning the Empress's ability?"
"You have no ability to begin with, but you mindlessly protect your own shortcomings and condone the evil deeds of the Princess's Mansion." You Huang said disapprovingly, "You have made yourself a rat that everyone wants to beat, and you don't allow people to speak out?"
"You kid..." Murong Xuan glared at You Huang and said, "Forget it, just vote for this song "Spring Dawn"."
"It would have been better if it had been done earlier. Why did you have to force me to write another song?" Youhuang ignored everyone's pleading eyes and sat in his seat for the rest of the time, emptying his mind.
Wait till the morning exam is over.
Youhuang walked out of the classroom leisurely with his hands behind his back.
The faculty and staff canteen has not been repaired yet, so they can only eat in the canteen in Tsinghua University.
While no one was paying attention, he took out the food box from the ring, picked a seat with his back against the wall and next to the window, and laid out the food that the Marquis's wife had prepared for the day.
While eating, he was waiting for Shen Huaiyue to come over with the meal, but instead he waited for Yan Rong and Murong Xuan to come over.
Seeing her shocked expression, Yan Rong said disapprovingly: "If you didn't catch a cold, why are you drinking fish soup and eating eggs?"
You Huang was shocked but remained calm and said, "Miss Yan said that I didn't take good care of myself when I was young, which resulted in my qi and blood being deficient and my body being weak, which is why I get cold easily. But I don't like bitter soups and medicines, so I switched to food therapy, and that's why my mother specially prepared these foods."
Looking at You Huang's pale face, Murong Xuan said calmly, "Is Miss Yan a female doctor?"
"Miss Yan is the heir of Medicine King Valley." You Huang said nonchalantly, "My student fell ill this time, and my mother specially asked her to come and take care of my health."
"My fourth uncle was able to recover thanks to her treatment. It's a waste of her talent to nurse a student back to health." In order to prove that Yan Ruzhi was a skilled doctor, You Huang attributed the credit of Chu Yi's recovery to Yan Ruzhi.
"I heard that it was you who made your fourth uncle so angry that he stood up." Yan Rong couldn't help but teasing Youhuang.
"It was just a joke." You Huang evaded the question, "How could Fourth Uncle get so angry that he stood up from his wheelchair just because I dug a few bamboo shoots from him? It was Miss Yan who had been giving him medicine and acupuncture the whole time. My anger at him was just a coincidence. How could I take away Miss Yan's credit?"
"Your fourth uncle has been in Jiangnan for a while. Has he said when he will be back?" Yan Rong sighed and said, "I believe in his tea. I don't know when I can taste a cup of it again."
"The first round of spring tea has not been harvested yet. Sir, you have to wait a little longer if you want to drink tea." You Huang thought for a moment and said, "I heard that we have three days off for the spring exam. I will ask someone to go to the tea garden and see if we can pick a round of tea leaves first to make tea."
"You can also make tea!" Murong Xuan looked at Youhuang in surprise.
"The tea I make is much better than the four famous teas."
When talking about tea making, You Huang said confidently: "I can also make tea with floral fragrance."
Just then, Shen Huaiyue came over with a food tray. After greeting, she sat next to Youhuang and said, "Huang'er, how come you write poems so fast? It took me a lot of effort to get eight lines together."
"The topic requires you to write a five-character quatrain on the theme of spring, how can it be eight lines?" Youhuang asked Shen Huaiyue in surprise. When these words were spoken, many people stopped moving and turned to look at Youhuang in shock.
Shen Huaiyue was stunned for a long while before coming back to his senses: "What are those eight sentences?"
"Lyrical poetry."
You Huang answered succinctly.
Yan Rong hesitated and asked, "Mr. Murong, what is the difference between quatrains and regulated verses?"
Murong Xuan glanced at You Huang and sighed, "First, the number of lines is different: quatrains usually consist of four lines, while regulated verses usually have eight lines; second, the rhyme is different: quatrains only need the second and fourth lines to rhyme, and the first line can or cannot rhyme, while regulated verses require the whole poem to have the same rhyme, limited to level rhymes, and can only be used in specified positions. Third, the rules of level and oblique tones are different: quatrains are more free in level and oblique tones and parallelism, and do not necessarily have to be parallel; regulated verses also require level and oblique tones to be harmonious and parallelism to be neat."
After this explanation, many people present wanted to die, blaming themselves for not examining the questions carefully.
Shen Huaiyue suddenly felt that the food in front of her was not fragrant anymore. You Huang put an egg that was stewed with Yuan Ti into her bowl and said, "Don't worry, so many people got the questions wrong at the same time, your ranking won't be too low."
"Is there anyone as comforting as you?" Murong Xuan looked at Youhuang in shock.
"As I said before: Only when you are full can you have the energy to study."
Youhuang answered as a matter of course, and then picked up another abalone and put it into Shen Huaiyue's bowl.
Shen Huaiyue was stunned for a moment, then took a big bite of the abalone. You Huang immediately said, "You can't concentrate when you're hungry. It's better to think when you're full."
"Give me another piece of pork trotter."
Shen Huaiyue was not polite either, and he seemed to be able to turn his grief and anger into appetite.
You Huang was not stingy and put half of the pig's hoof into her bowl: "The morning exam is over, we can do well in the afternoon test."
"I know. I will do well in arithmetic."
Shen Huaiyue took a bite of the pig's trotter and was instantly amazed by the melt-in-the-mouth texture.
Hearing this, You Huang smiled and said, "After we finish eating, I will review with you. I'm sure you will have no problem with the math test."
"Believe and you will have eternal life."
Shen Huaiyue put down his chopsticks, clasped his hands together and bowed to Youhuang.