He has dominated the entertainment industry since returning to China!

The director on the scene walked around the private room and placed two penguin dolls on the small round table between the two sofas.

The sunlight filtered through the windowsill into the fresh and simple room. Zhang Yager straightened her formal attire, took out a makeup mirror from her pocket, and put on some light makeup again.

Ying Ting was holding a straw in her mouth, half a cup of juice in her hand, waiting happily and leisurely.

Sometimes when the staff members who come to visit her want to take a photo with her, she enthusiastically makes a scissors hand gesture and never gets tired of it.

By making a few jokes with the staff present, the atmosphere in the originally serious work environment became relaxed and humorous.

It seemed as if what they were going to do was not a formal interview, but more like a conversation between old friends.

Even Zhang Yager, who was putting on makeup beside her, felt relieved when she saw her lazy and sweet look.

The girl in the camera has a half-tied bun hairstyle that looks like a waterfall, which makes her look youthful and lively, like a young heroine from a comic book.

She was smiling like a flower and talking to the photographer. She was wearing an American plaid polo short-sleeved shirt and wide-leg jeans. She crossed her legs and looked very chic.

"If you spend enough time with people like this, even autism might be cured."

Zhang Yager expressed his heartfelt emotion.

She has interviewed many successful people and top celebrities, and they were either deliberately arrogant and perfunctory, or polite and distant.

Only when they need you will they be willing to say a few more words to show their goodwill.

No one is like the girl in front of me, who is not shy about talking about family matters.

"Your hometown is Yueyang?"

The photographer said: "Yes, it's the Yueyang in Yueyang Tower Records."

"Is Yueyang Tower really three stories high?"

The photographer thought about it carefully and estimated the answer: "Probably a little higher."

"I remember memorizing texts in high school. This Yueyang Tower chapter really stumped me. It was so long and boring."

Ying Ting had just finished speaking when she realized that the noisy room had suddenly become quiet.

Everyone turned their attention to him at the same time. Even Zhang Yager, who was wearing light makeup, looked up at him, not even caring that her eyebrows were out of place.

Lin Jingshen took out his cell phone again and went outside to make a call.

Only the assistant Su Anhe whispered, "Sister Ting, the Yueyang Tower Record was memorized in junior high school, and the Tengwang Pavilion Preface was memorized in high school."

Ying Ting: ...

Anyway, both are long and smelly!

Her reaction was as steady as an old dog. She coughed twice, pretending to be nonchalant and said, "Of course I know that. I was just testing you."

"puff."

A clear and pleasant laugh sounded, and Zhang Yager could no longer hold back her laughter. She just liked to see the girl in front of her talking nonsense seriously.

The photographer was also laughing so hard that she fell backwards. She blinked and said, "By the way, Master, there is an event in our hometown at the beginning or end of every year. If you recite poems in Democracy Square, you can get free tickets to go up to the tower."

When it comes to playing, that's where I come into my strong point.

She knew that 23 years later, the Yueyang Culture and Tourism Bureau has been promoting the activity of reciting ancient Chinese texts for free admission. The same applies to other scenic spots and historical sites such as Tengwang Pavilion in western Jiangxi Province, reciting "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital" in the Wolonggang Scenic Area in Sichuan and Shu, and reciting "The Drunken Old Man Pavilion" in Langya Mountain in Huai'an Province...

I just didn’t expect that the prototype of the activity had already existed in 07.

Ying Ting put down her crossed legs, sat up straight, waved her hand, and said, "Well, it meets my usual standards for travel."

"Oh? For example..."

Zhang Yager is still quite curious about Ying Ting's life outside the camera.

"I can pass with facial recognition, but I insist on relying on my talent." Ying Ting raised her fair neck, looking down on the crowd like a noble white swan.

If he only had a folding fan and a green hood at this time, then he would undoubtedly be the arrogant and conceited Mr. Bobo.

However, Zhang Yager had no doubts.

Everyone present knew that this boastful woman had written the legendary "Pipa Xing" in February of this year.

Although it is performed in the form of a song, the lyrics have been studied over and over again by many old scholars, and are even considered to be a wonder of the ages that can stand shoulder to shoulder with "Yueyang Tower Inscription" and "Tengwang Pavilion".

In early May, it was successfully included in the new Chinese textbooks for junior and senior high schools by the Ministry of Education and is expected to be published next year.

Before the students started crying, the teachers were already worried.

In the past, they analyzed Mr. Lu Xun’s articles with a simple sentence: “The weather is gloomy again.”

These Chinese teachers can interpret it in seven or eight different ways, rendering the "sad atmosphere" and reflecting the "gloom of the old times."

I wonder if Mr. Lu Xun thought so much when he started writing?

In short, there is no fixed answer.

but!

The author of this masterpiece "Pipa Xing" is still alive and often appears on TV.

If one day...

On the stage.

"There is a hidden sorrow and resentment, at this moment silence is better than words."

"This kind of deep and profound understanding makes one marvel at the fact that the author and the singing girl are actually people with the same suffering. Both should have lived a charming life in the music school. Both have experienced the prosperous dreams of the big city or Chang'an, but they met in the remote and desolate Jiangzhou."

She picked up the textbook and started talking nonstop.

Suddenly, a classmate raised his hand in the audience.

"Teacher, the author said that he wrote this paragraph to highlight his own fascination with music and his high level of appreciation, reaching the state of 'making silence sound'. He didn't think much about anything else."

Teacher: Died on the spot!

Then the image of a scholar that she had worked so hard to build up over the years would be ruined.

But Ying Ting would never do such a stupid thing that would ruin her own reputation!

Because in her opinion, the meaning of a text is not unilaterally given by the author, but is the product of the interaction between the reader and the text.

Once a work is completed, it becomes an independent symbol system, and the author's intention is no longer the sole authority.

Let’s take a simple example: a novel says, “The protagonist stares at the rain outside the window in a daze.”

The question asks "What role does rain play here?"

The correct answer is not to ask the author "Did you write about rain because it happened to rain that day?", but to analyze "Rain may symbolize a melancholy mood" and "The sound of rain may highlight the quietness of the environment"...

This is actually training students' ability to extract information from text and analyze problems logically.

Just like when watching a movie and analyzing why the director used a certain shot, it is not necessary to have exactly the same idea as the director, but to cultivate their ability to interpret symbols and understand emotions.

Ying Ting has always been unconditionally supportive of things that are beneficial to the growth of children, even though she is called the "evil riddler" by many junior and senior high school students!

No regrets either.

Seeing that everyone was looking at her doubtfully, Ying Ting snorted and said.

"You don't believe it, right? Then I'll start memorizing it! If I can memorize it, you have to give me a free ticket next time I visit you in Yueyang!"

The photographer nodded quickly: "Okay...Okay."

She could still afford a ticket to Yueyang Tower, especially to be with her idol.

Ying Ting nodded confidently and said.

"Okay, I'm going to start reciting it."

Zhang Yager pricked up his ears and listened attentively and expectantly.

Although she has graduated from junior high school for many years, whenever she hears someone reciting an article from that year, her thoughts will be brought back to that afternoon when she studied hard.

She was not the only one who felt this way. Even the on-site director who had been busy from the beginning until now stopped what he was doing and listened quietly.

The wind blows the curtains, you are reading a book with your hands on the orange-yellow table, and the person reading is secretly looking at you.

"Peach blossoms bloom all year round. Teng Zijing was exiled to Baling County. The next year, the government was in good order and the people were harmonious. Everything was revived. He rebuilt Yueyang Tower... erm, and Tengwang Pavilion as well."

For a moment the whole room was as silent as death!