Chu Ming walked to the back and sat down at the desk next to Luu Xian.
"Brother Chu, you've come." Luu Xian, perhaps intentionally or perhaps not, picked up the poetry book in his hands, turned to look at Chu Ming, and said in a low voice:
"Today's lesson is on the poem 'Mountain Residence in Autumn,' from the 'Poetry, Politics, and Military' anthology, number thirty-three."
"'Mountain Residence in Autumn' describes a poet who retreats to the mountains and forests, sharing his observations and feelings at dusk in autumn. The choice of words is vivid, and the sentences are beautifully constructed..."
"On my first day here, I listened to the instructor teach this poem. I only half-understood at the time, so I came again today to listen once more."
"The imagery of this poem is too profound. Just reading it several times isn't enough to really experience it. Brother Chu, how about I explain it to you first?"
