Facing Fang Rui's aggressiveness, the students below immediately started talking.

Fang Rui was bored and opened a classic next to him. Fang Rui had heard of this classic before, but he didn't have time to read it.

"Your task in this class is to think about this question. If this question doesn't have an answer that satisfies me, we will just consume it all the time." Fang Rui directly sat down, took the book in his hand, and began to read it with gusto. Up.

Although Fang Rui can read it quickly and then read it in his head, Fang Rui feels that reading this kind of book is to slow down his thinking, and then slowly ponder the feelings more comfortable, and feelings have never been said to be very Can think about it soon.

"Fang Dashen, I know!" A student suddenly stood up proudly and looked at Fang Rui.

"Okay, let this classmate answer." Fang Rui looked at this classmate with satisfaction, and Fang Rui smelled a serious and firm answer from him.

"Modernist literature is part of the 20th century. This kind of literature does not advocate the use of works to reproduce life, but advocates starting from the psychological feelings of people, expressing the suppression and distortion of life on people. In modernist literature, the characters are often Distorted, stories are often absurd, and themes are often desperate."

After speaking in one breath, the classroom was silent.

Fang Rui closed the book silently, and then looked at this buddy a little speechlessly.

"It seems that you are very clear about literature, but what is my problem?" Fang Rui said angrily.

"That...the recognized originator of modernist literature is Sevan..."

"Enough." As the student's voice became smaller and smaller, Fang Rui interrupted him.

Fang Rui is a little admired now. Before, he couldn't imagine how these people memorized such a long thing. After all, their brains are different from their own!

"This classmate, what is your name?" Fang Rui asked.

"Fang Dashen, my name is He Zhi!" Classmate He immediately became unusual, looking very confident.

"Although I appreciate that you can write down all these things, classmate He, the question I am asking is your own opinions, not for you to copy the definitions. Although basic knowledge is important, the most important thing is that knowledge belongs to you. Innovation, understand?" Fang Rui said, shaking his head.

There is a lot of discussion below again.

Fang Rui once again picked up his extracurricular books, no, it should be said that it was the teacher's extracurricular books.

"Teacher, modern literature is actually literature. For us, literature is to increase our knowledge and cultivation. It is actually that simple." A student stood up and said weakly.

Fang Rui heard this answer and did not object, and asked the student to sit down slowly.

"Brother Rui, I think, this literature is very extensive. As long as you can write, whether it is authors who are not influential or those who are proficient in description, they all have their own literature, and literature can cover a wider range. It is wide, not to mention the ability to record history. This is the original meaning of literature. Until now, literature is actually a tool for venting in my eyes, so that those who are boring can express themselves in words." Xue Ming Suddenly staring at Fang Rui with his eyes.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became active, and the students burst into laughter.

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