The difference between cloud and mud

Jiang Tong first asked Kenneth to take out the test papers for correction, and the questions were as expected, which made Kenneth get a good score even if he was careless.

"Xiao...Fengtai" Jiang Tong was attracted by the name column, and it was difficult to recognize the boy's crappy handwriting

Unexpectedly, Young Master Xiao could not even speak Chinese well, yet he had a rather old-fashioned name.

"It's a good name." Jiang Tong said sincerely, "Has anyone told you the meaning of the Phoenix tour on the Phoenix Stage? I think it should be that you—"

"It has nothing to do with you." Xiao Fengtai interrupted coldly.Although he spoke fluently, he couldn't connect a sentence. He could only jump out a few words: "Class."

Jiang Tong took out a book from his bag: "Have you read Tang poetry?"

Xiao Fengtai attends a private English school and does not require compulsory Chinese.There is a Chinese student in the same class who works hard, and even reads the teacher's list, but he is the only one who barely attends the basic Chinese class by sitting with the ghost to deal with his parents.Jiang Tong roughly flipped through the textbooks. A text is half a page long, and the subject, verb and object are clear—the phoenix flower is red.Singapore is a tropical country.Whales are very intelligent animals that can think and imagine.He was in a trance for a moment, thinking that he was reading a mainland elementary school Chinese textbook.

Xiao Fengtai's spoken Chinese is slightly better than the average of the basic class, but the improvement is limited.Teaching him to read poems is tantamount to spoiling the growth of young children, learning to run before learning to walk, which completely violates the laws of language education.Only an amateur teacher like Jiang Tong can do it.

He opened the book, and one page was folded and covered with phonetic symbols and annotations.Xiao Fengtai stuttered and read the pinyin: "Suspect—is—ground—on—shuang—"

He looked up at Jiang Tong: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Tong sighed: "Don't skip the sentence, follow me and read from the beginning: the moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground."

"I didn't skip the sentence. I understand the first sentence, but I don't understand the second sentence." Xiao Fengtai said contemptuously: "Imean...I mean, I don't understand 'suspect is frost on the ground'. What does doubt mean? What is frost? What do you mean? What does it have to do with Mingyueguang?"

Jiang Tong wrote these two words in the blank space of the notebook: "doubt, doubt, doubt, means there is a problem, not sure. Shuang... have you experienced winter?"

Xiao Fengtai opened the phone photo album without saying a word.The sky is clear, the teenager opens his arms facing the camera, and the Alps are covered with snow in the background.

Jiang Tong's ears were hot, and his face remained calm. He took out his mobile phone and showed Xiao Fengtai the Google picture: "Since this is the case, the water vapor will condense when it condenses, and these white things are frost."

"Frost is a representative of seasonal changes. Chinese people like this word very much and think it sounds innocent and clean. Poets compare the color of moonlight to frost, and the fall of frost is an important solar term. Many girls in ancient times liked to name it Rushuang."

On a whim, he made fun of Xiao Fengtai: "The last time we met, your attitude towards me was 'cold as ice'."

The young man's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head to recognize the pinyin: "Liu—raise your head to look at the bright moon, and lower your head to think about your hometown."

Seeing him deflated, Jiang Tong was amused in his heart, but his face was only persuasive: "What do these two sentences mean?"

"Raise your head to look at the moon, lower your head... to think... to miss your hometown." Xiao Fengtai frowned: "Why is the moon related to nostalgia*?"

"I don't speak English in class."

"Humph."

"You asked a very good question."

Jiang Tong looked out the window.The sun is setting and the dusk is all together.From their position, they could just see a light white and transparent crescent rising from the junction of sea and sky.

He gestured to Xiao Fengtai: "When you see the moon, what do you associate with it?"

The boy pondered for a moment: "Be careful of werewolves when the moon is full."

"Write it down quickly and pass it on to future generations, so that future generations can intuitively understand the seriousness of the Hollywood industry in the early 21st century." Jiang Tong said with a smile: "Fortunately, there were no 3D movies a thousand years ago. The ancients leaned on the railing late at night and only thought of Kyushu. , only this round of the moon's profit and loss changes, which remains unchanged from ancient times."

"It's as if we are admiring the moon in Singapore. The moon at this time and place is the same as the moon seen in Seoul, Kiev, and Beijing. One day in the future, you will leave your hometown, work and live in a strange city. One night, you accidentally Insomnia, the white light like frost and snow spills into the room. When you look up and see the moon, you will think of this time, this place, this scene. You will unconsciously imagine, how the moonlight in Singapore will be, what I miss People, are you also looking at the moon?"

Jiang Tong deliberately slowed down his speech to adapt to Xiao Fengtai's hearing, his voice was soft and deep, and when he spoke, there was an indescribable gentleness and tenderness.Looking at his calm expression, Xiao Fengtai was speechless for a while.

"Too deep?" Seeing that he couldn't answer, Jiang Tong felt a little guilty: "I'll explain what you don't understand."

"I understand." Xiao Fengtai coughed twice, avoiding Jiang Tong's gaze: "I, I just don't like it."

He searched through his limited Chinese vocabulary, and carefully considered his wording: "It's too indirect, just like Chinese people do things. They obviously want a, but they talk about bcd for a long time, going around and around."

"Twenty words, how can it lead to so many words?"

He was eager to defend himself, and he spoke one Chinese person at a time, his fair face gradually turned red, as if he had completely forgotten that apart from a passport, he was [-]% Chinese by blood.

Jiang Tong has always been very tolerant when he loses his temper with children, but when the topic is enlarged to the level of national self-esteem, it makes him unable to remain inclusive.

He unscrewed the cap of the pen, pulled over the notebook, and scribbled down a quatrain.

You come from your hometown, you should know the things of your hometown.In front of the Qi window in the coming day, the plum blossoms are not yet blooming.

"You come from your hometown, so you should know the things about your hometown. Did the plum blossoms bloom by the window at home that day?"

He writes beautiful regular script, strokes and strokes, with a desolate style.Jiang Tong tapped the handwriting with the tip of the pen: "This is a poem written to a fellow countryman. The poet misses his wife. Can he directly ask the fellow countryman, how is my wife doing?"

"The plum blossoms at home are blooming well, the family still has the energy to serve them, and the fellow villagers can still notice the plum blossoms, which means that everything is going well at home. All the unsaid words are in the last five words."

"Chinese people are born like this. Their thoughts are complicated. There are too many estimates. They can't talk about it like Westerners. This is something that is in the blood. It is a feature of social relations. It is not only reflected in Tang poetry, but also unique to Chinese. .”