Classical Chinese classroom: seeing words from a thousand miles away.

"Thousands of miles away" and "seeing words like hoops"-these two sentences were used by the ancients to describe letters.

Students, do you still write letters now? I remember when I was a child, I often saw the postman Ding He riding a bike to deliver letters. Tearing open the envelope, taking out the stationery, looking at the familiar handwriting on the stationery and reading the kind words coming from thousands of miles away, it really feels like talking to relatives and friends, and sometimes even feels that the other person's attitude seems to be on the paper.

It is not difficult to imagine that in ancient times when the traffic was underdeveloped, a letter had to go through many twists and turns before it could be handed over to the recipient to comfort his concern for distant relatives and friends. So in the eyes of the ancients, a letter can really be worth 222 thousand gold!

What will the letters of the ancients write? Will you gossip and talk like us and pour out your thoughts? Come on, let's read the following letter together-this is the oldest letter we can see today, written by two ordinary soldiers of Qin State at the end of the Warring States Period to their brothers. The letter was written on a piece of wood.

"Mother force is not sick? There is nothing wrong with joining the army or living with a black husband. " "Asked surprised new negative, disease-free also? The new burden is hard to see two old people. ""I am surprised to be far away from home, and I am eager for someone to teach me, so that I dare not go far and get a new salary. "

How's it going? Have you guessed the meaning of this letter from these words? What these words mean-is mom still strong? Some time ago, my mother was in the army, and she was still very strong when she was with Heifu. What happened to my new wife and Wan? Tell the new wife to take good care of the elderly! I'm far from home, so I need my brother to teach me from time to time and tell her not to go too far to collect firewood. ...

Reading such words, do you feel the sincere affection between the lines? This feeling came to us with this letter, spanning two thousand years. We might as well imagine that in the autumn night, soldiers are "surprised" to sit alone outside the military camp, quietly writing on wooden slips by the bright moonlight, and the thoughts of relatives and friends naturally flow to the pen end of simple words.

Letters do have this feature: "The article has only a few sentences, or feels the same, or tells the truth, but a few words are enough to glimpse its temperament." (Zhou Zuoren's Letters) When we read the letters of the ancients, if we only pay attention to the words and contents, we will feel dull. Read with your heart, savor the feelings behind the words, and understand "people" through words.

Let's read another letter. This is a letter written by Han Yu, a great writer in the Tang Dynasty, to his good friend Meng Jiao.

It's been a long time since I left the first step. My thoughts are the first step, and my satisfaction hangs over me. Each department is a matter, and it cannot be combined. It's for everyone, not for the first step, but for the right place at the right time. The first step knows whether my heart is happy or not. Who am I listening to? Who is singing with me? Speak without listening, sing without harmony, walk without disciples, right and wrong are different, do you know if my heart is happy?

The letter said: I have been away from you for a long time. Based on my deep miss for you, I can imagine that you must miss me too. You and I are bound by trifles and can't meet each other. People here are people you don't know. Do you think I can be happy to deal with these people every day? No one listens to what I say, and no one sings my poems. No one listens to me, no one sings a poem, no one walks alone, and my views on things are not recognized. Do you think I can be happy in my heart?

Alas, how can you be happy? How can you be happy! Please read aloud this letter from Han Yu! Are there layers of waves in your heart?

As a Chinese teacher, I should probably analyze the writing skills of this article for the students. However, how can I calmly analyze my writing skills in the face of such words pouring out of my chest? No skills, no words. Some people say that Han Yu's articles are like a tide, and so are these short words! Walking alone in a noisy crowd every day, no one will listen to me, no one will sing a poem, and no one is my confidant! Meng Jiao, only you know my pain! You, like me, are all "gangsters who blend in with the world and imitate the ancients with their own hearts."

Students, if you are willing to read Han Yu's Preface to Send Meng Dongye and learn a little about the life experiences of Han Yu and Meng Jiao, you will definitely have a deeper feeling about this passage!

Let's look at a letter written by Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi to his good friend Yuan Zhen.

Very small! I haven't seen you for three years and I can't write for two years. How long is the person's life? With a heart of glue paint, I put myself in Hu Yue's body. You can't get together when you enter, and you can't forget when you leave. I was separated by a good man, and I want to turn white. Very small, so how! It is true, but it is very helpless!

The letter said: Yuan Zhen, Yuan Zhen! I haven't seen you for three years, and I haven't heard from you for almost two years. How many days have I been away from you for so long? Our hearts are as closely connected as glue and paint, but we are far apart. We can't meet and hate each other, but our inner concerns are separated from each other. Alas, your hair and mine have turned white. What should we do? What to do! God has arranged this, which is really helpless!

Students, this is a letter, addressed to the people closest to you. No affectation, no need to choose words carefully, and no need to take it to heart. Let your pen follow your heart, let the words in your heart flow naturally, even a few words will leave a meaningful meaning.