In the foreign teaching class of the third year, the Marseille boss, who likes to take advantage of female classmates, told us such a story: in the last century, the big Vs of the French literary and artistic circles often got together to chat and drink

In the foreign teacher class of the third year, the Marseille boss who liked to take advantage of female classmates told us such a story:

In the last century, the big Vs of the French literary and artistic circles often got together to chat and drink tea and tear up strings, one of them was alfred de Musset, who saw at a glance that George Sand, who was wearing men's clothes, was actually a daughter, and looked at her at a glance, and hoped that other parts of his body besides his eyes could also be on her.

Compared with him, the life of the White Lady was simply that someone covered the curtain in front of her eyes and forgot to open it.

Therefore, Mr. Musemius, a French langist writer with excellent literary style, after getting Miss Sang's eyelashes bent and blinking, raised his pen and wrote a poem to the beautiful her:

When I put at your feet an eternal tribute,

Do you want me to change my face for a moment?

You have captured the feelings of a heart,

That to worship you formed the creator.

I cherish you, love, and my pen in delirium,

Put on paper what I dare not say.

With care of my verses read the first words,

You will know what remedy to bring to my ailments.

The meaning of this poem is not important, what is important is that it is a hidden poem. The first word at the beginning of each sentence is joined together as a question:

When do you want me to sleep with you?

Let me translate the meaning of each word for you:

when = when

voulez = want to

you = you

que = interrogative pronoun, regardless of its meaning

is = I

layer = sleep

with = with

vous = as mentioned earlier, is the meaning of you.

If interpreted in terms of Chinese, this poem would probably be:

Where Acacia Mingyue Building,

Twilight is far away from the sky.

Poor spring color alone,

About the opening of lotus leaves on the orchid boat.

The pipe is thickening,

Baujo I was overwhelmed.

The Son of the Idle World,

The jujube is bitter and worried.

—— Li Bai

Obviously, Miss Sang, who was able to participate in the feast of the sea and sky in the ideological world, was also quite literate and compelling, and she who had won the title of the most stylish novelist once proposed open-relationship and practiced it in that era. In the face of this hook-up, this female classmate who is not without a story smiled slightly, waved a large pen, and returned two poems:

That great favor that your heart demands,

Harms my fame and repugnates my soul.

The literal meaning of these two sentences is: Your showing of love to me has damaged my reputation, and you really make me feel sick.

but:

This = this

Night = night

It's just the grandma of the flirting world, and you can't afford to kneel.

Then they happily contributed to human civilization.

In honor of their great love, posterity wrote a song called "Lady Marmalade", the most famous of which is Voulez-Vous Coucher Avec Moi, Ce Soir? The song has been sung by countless foreign singers as well as Jolin Tsai, Deng Ziqi, Wang Zulan, Lin Zixiang, Du Lisha and South Korea's Girls' Generation, and Zhang Guorong also sang the Cantonese song "Hot and Spicy" adapted accordingly.

Thanks to @little sophie, just through my description of the vague memory of that year, I quickly gave a detailed full name of the man, the full name of the woman, the full text of the poem and the complete background of the story.

Nowadays, whenever I see a naïve teenager sending a private message to a beautiful girl and a beautiful girl, a green tea girl, I will think: Alfred de Musset and George Sand more than a hundred years ago, more than you are talented and work harder than you; Marie Curie more than a hundred years ago, she knew that the brain is the most important sexual organ; More than a hundred years ago, Mark Twain painstakingly researched the world's first bra strap. More than a hundred years later, you can't write poetry, can't chat, when you see a girl, you only know how to stare at your chest and ass, when you get to the bedside, you can't even undo your bra with one hand, and you dream of meeting a cold and flirtatious and lowly, crazy and dignified girl to give hugs, you are not single, what is the reason for heaven? #情感 #