Turn on the TV, four players are competing, three young people and a middle-aged woman.
Middle-aged women feel out of step with the stage as soon as they appear. Forty or fifty years old, with vicissitudes of face and unclear speech. Fortunately, her smile is warm. Her name is white as a cloud.
The host probably has the same question as me, so I won't ask directly. Let's talk to her first.
She is a farmer and lives in a remote village. She got cancer six years ago because she was ill. The operation damaged her ears, nose and throat, and her speech was no longer neat, her ears were buzzing and her hearing was greatly reduced. During chemotherapy, she always goes alone, gets up at 5 in the morning, and spends 5 hours transferring to a big hospital in the provincial capital. There is also a direct bus to the provincial capital in the village, but it costs more than 20 yuan to transfer, and she is reluctant to part with it. A chemotherapy costs 10 thousand, and thousands are reimbursed. Husband earns thousands and borrows thousands to maintain the next treatment.
How did you get attached to poetry? She said that my brother was sick and had a headache when he was a child. When he had a headache, he started. She held her brother in her arms and sang to him so that he could be quiet for a while. She sang to him song after song. At that time, she recited many poems. Later, during her illness, she went to the streets alone, bought a poem appreciation book for her daughter, and studied in the hospital bed for more than a year.
She always smiles when talking about her illness, but when talking about her younger brother, tears can't help falling.
The game has already started. "The riverside is as green as blue", "Xiongguan Road is as iron" and "Cornus is missing a person" ... I secretly worried about her, but she answered correctly and calmly. When Xin Qiji's sentence "Sunset is a grass tree, an ordinary alley, once lived a humanitarian slave" appeared, I asked who the slave was in a panic. Because I don't know this person either. Who is this man who recited poems by Dont Ask For Help when he was young and swallowed dates? She chose Emperor Wu of Song and made the right choice. I also pretend to be a scholar. In front of her, I feel ashamed and sincerely admire.
She got nine questions right in a row. Even the judges were surprised and admired, calling her big sister. She said that chemotherapy had aged her face, but in fact, she was only forty years old.
Among the questions she answered, one was Tao Yuanming's poem "It makes sense in it". The judge teacher said that Tao's original intention must have metaphysical meaning, but his love for life is the true meaning of poetry. As long as it can arouse our love for literature and life, it is meaningful to each of us.
This sentence makes my heart beat. There is truth in poetry and truth in books. Poetry does not necessarily bring material wealth, but it will bring inner kindness, richness and nobility. Reading poems frees an ordinary peasant woman from her miserable life, highlights her from the mediocre crowd and lights her up from the bleak predicament. She is still her, her appearance may not have changed much, but she is not her anymore, with a calm and optimistic mind and a full heart. All the sufferings are blurred into the background, which sets off her simplicity and commonness, beauty and nobility. No wonder the host said it was a great beauty.
Anyone who loves reading will be great. Bai Ruyun taught me a lesson: read a book and point to something.