Chapter 818: A Student Sent Me a Poem

For a whole morning, in the campus of Zhi'an No. 1 Middle School, Lin Feng's "Oath" became popular among thousands of boys and girls. WWW.SUIMENG. lā, especially the last sentence, "a life and death are the same as Qing", has become a famous aphorism that boys talk about and girls keep in their hearts.

In the office of the language group, old man Wang ran in happily holding the lesson plan. Before he could put down the lesson plan on his seat, he ran to the desk of another Chinese teacher, Lu Zhiwei, who was also quite old, proudly With a smack, he put his lesson record book on his desk.

"Old Wang! What are you doing? Why are you so crazy early in the morning?" Lu Zhiwei, who was lowering his head and preparing the lesson plan for the next lesson, stared, was startled, and raised his head to question.

"Nothing! Lao Lu, I just want you to read this poem and see how it feels?"

Old man Wang purposely suppressed the joy in his heart, pointed to the "Oath" written by Lin Feng in the lesson plan book and said solemnly.

"Reading poetry? What's so interesting! I'm still in a hurry to go to class!"

In the language group, old man Wang and old man Lu are the most difficult to deal with. They often bicker and quarrel, and the classes they teach are both in the third grade, so they are even more powerful with each other. His Chinese performance is more grudge than some top Chinese students.

"Look at it... just a seven-character ancient style, take a look, and make a comment."

Old man Wang didn't point out who wrote the seven-character ancient style in advance, so he spread out the book and asked old man Lu to comment.

And when they heard that the two were quarreling again, the other teachers in the language group also looked sideways, as if they were watching the excitement, wanting to see how these two old guys were arguing again.

"Seven-character ancient style? Good old Wang, did you come across an ancient poem topic brought by a student and couldn't appreciate it, so you brought it here hypocritically, and want me to show it to you?" Lu Zhiwei said with a smile on his face.

"Old Lu, don't worry about what's going on, anyway, you should read this poem first."

Old man Wang said anxiously, "If you have anything to say, you can talk about it after reading it."

"Okay! I want to see which one of the ancient poems can stump you, old Wang. You know, I, Lu Zhiwei, have been fond of classical Chinese and prose since I was a child. I can recite Tang poetry, Song Ci, and the Book of Songs Lisao fluently..." Lu Zhiwei was proud He boasted.

"Come on! Old Lu, stop bragging and read it first. I can assure you that you have never seen this ancient poem.

"Old man Wang gave him a blank look and said.

"How is it possible? Unless you come up with the kind of broken poems that can't even be ranked in the hall of elegance, otherwise, I, Lu Zhiwei, have read almost all classical Chinese poems of a certain standard in the past few decades. Even if If you don’t know how to recite it, you will definitely have an impression.” Lu Zhiwei said unconvinced.

"Then you should read it! If you have seen this poem, I am your grandson!"

Seeing that Lu Zhiwei was so confident, old man Wang was happy. This poem was written by Lin Feng just now, how could Lu Zhiwei have seen it before?

"Hmph! Okay...then you just wait to be my grandson..."

Before the word "zi" was uttered, Lu Zhiwei, who looked down at the poem, was stunned, then frowned, and muttered in his mouth, "It's weird! I really haven't seen this poem before." A poem……"

"Haha! How's it going? Old Lu, let me tell you! You must have never seen this poem before, okay... Hurry up and take a look, how is this poem written? Give me a comment!" Seeing that Lu Zhiwei's complacency just now was gone, old man Wang said with a smile.

The other Chinese teachers in the office also poked their heads over curiously, each of them was curious about what kind of ancient poem the old man Wang showed Lu Zhiwei. After all, in the office of the language group, Mr. Lu is known as a know-it-all in ancient prose, and there are almost no ancient prose and poems he doesn't know.

"Hmph! Old Wang, don't be complacent. Maybe you found this poem somewhere. Let me take a closer look..."

Lu Zhiwei just glanced over it just now, and didn't read the content of the poem seriously, he just felt that this poem was very strange. It is only now that I pay attention to it, and read it carefully word by word

"It's hard to hide things in the clouds and fog!"

As he chanted the first sentence, Lu Zhiwei's expression was quite normal. After all, the first sentence simply used scenery to set off emotions. Many ancient poems use this method, which is not very good.

"Brocade clothes, Luo Xiu, vermilion lips."

But when Lu Zhiwei read the second sentence, his face began to change slightly, causing this sentence to set off, and the image of the entire heroine came out. And the poet's faintly elusive pursuit of his sweetheart.

Ever since, Lu Zhiwei couldn't help but continued to read quickly

"Who can get the beauty outside the bamboo? A word of life and death is the same as Qing. Good poem! Good poem! Especially the last line 'a word of life and death is the same as Qing' is simply the finishing touch, which makes the realm and emotion of the whole poem fully realized. Sublimation. What is the title of the poem? By the way... the oath, it’s so appropriate! It’s so appropriate! But why is there no author? Is this the work of a great poet in ancient times? I don’t have any impression of it at all! No! Is it impossible for me not to have read such a good poem?"

After reading this "Oath" in one breath, Lu Zhiwei yelled several good poems in a row, all from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, several questions arose in my mind, the biggest question being the source of this good poem.

"How is it? Old Lu, you have nothing to say this time, right? Not only have you never seen this poem, but it is also a rare good poem."

Seeing Lu Zhiwei's surprised and puzzled expression, old man Wang is very imposing this time.

"Good poem! It is indeed a good poem, but, Lao Wang... this poem is a good poem, what are you proud of? You can't write such a good poem. What I praise is that this poem is good, and it is as good as you What's the matter. Could it be that you come over with Li Bai and Du Fu's poems some other day, and I say it's a good poem, so you'll be so happy for three days?"

Although Lu Zhiwei has never seen this good poem, I'm sorry for the cowhide he just blown off, but he has always been against Old Man Wang, and when he saw Old Man Wang's complacent look, he laughed and made fun of it.

However, Old Man Wang became even more complacent, pointing to this "Oath" he raised his volume and intonation, and said complacently, "Li Bai and Du Fu's poems have nothing to do with me, but this poem is really related to me." My Lao Wang has something to do with it! Because this poem was written and given to me by a student in my class..."

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