Where is Chunsheng

The author has something to say: this article is fictitious, Longyan does not have this handicraft

When he was in junior high school, He Chunsheng's Chinese grades were poor, especially in classical Chinese, and he always fell asleep.After waking up that day, I heard only one sentence from the teacher: "The river flowers are red at sunrise, and the river is as green as blue in spring." My knotted mind thought drowsily: green is like blue, green is like blue, what kind of metaphor is this?Has this ancient man lost his mind?How can one color be compared to another?Besides, is it colorblind?Green is green, and blue is blue. Only my grandmother in the past could not tell the two colors clearly—how could this poem be passed down through the ages?

His slander on the Chinese class was roughly the same. As for the other classes, mathematics, physics and chemistry, it was like a bible, and he couldn't slander him even after waking up from a dream.

"Who can explain the three words 'green as blue' in this poem?" The Chinese teacher seemed to see through what was going on in his mind and those who dreamed of dreaming, and asked directly, "Is there any student who previewed the Come here and talk to everyone?"

word?Isn't it poetry?The words are long and short, and you don't know what the next line will be when you read it. It's a strange poem.

Then came the boy's voice. He Chunsheng propped his chin and watched the classmate in the front row stand up. The dark blue school uniform was worn on the outside of his thin body, empty.

"This blue means blue grass. It is a kind of grass used for dyeing in ancient times. It itself is green, but the dye it makes is blue." On the neck, the hair is very short, and there are some uncleanly shaved fluff on the neck. As he speaks, the head and neck shake slightly.

Ah, is that thing?

He Chunsheng frowned.

The emotions at that time were always irritable: the frail father, the job he used to rely on for a living, the meddling classmates, the incomprehensible teacher, he frowned for a long time, and a Sichuan pattern was carved on the boy's gloomy forehead for a long time. Character.