Chapter 818: Poems from students

Throughout the morning, on the campus of Zhi'an No. 1 Middle School, Lin Feng's "The Oath" was popular among thousands of boys and girls. WWW.SUIMENG.lā, especially the last sentence, "A word of life and death is the same", has become a famous aphorism that boys and girls keep in mind.

In the office of the language group, old man Wang happily ran in with the lesson plan. He didn't even put down the lesson plan in his seat. Instead, he ran to the desk of another older language teacher, Lu Zhiwei, proudly. He slapped his lesson record book on his desk.

"Pharaoh! What are you doing? What are you nervous about early in the morning?" Lu Zhiwei, who was bowing his head preparing for the next lesson plan, stared, was startled, raised his head and asked.

"Don't do it! Lao Lu, just let you look at this poem to see how it feels?"

The old man Wang deliberately suppressed the gratification in his heart, and said solemnly at the poem written by Lin Feng on the teaching plan.

"Look at poems? 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 uncomfortable. They often quarrel and quarrel, and the classes they teach are all third grades, so they are in a similar situation to each other. They often take the class. His Chinese performance is more vindictive than some top Chinese.

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

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

When they heard the yelling between the two again, the other teachers in the language group also looked sideways, like watching the excitement, wanting to see how the two old guys are arguing again.

"Seven-character ancient style? Good old prince, did you come across the topic of ancient poems brought by the students and couldn't understand it, so you brought it over hypocritically and wanted me to show it to you?" Lu Zhiwei said with a smile on his face.

"Lao Lu, you don't care what's going on, anyway, you can read this poem first."

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

"Okay! I want to see which one of the ancient poems that can stump your old Wang. You know, Lu Zhiwei, since I was a child, loved classical Chinese prose, Tang poems, Song Ci, and the Book of Songs. To brag and brag.

"Come on! Lao Lu, don't brag, just read it before you talk. I can guarantee that you have never seen this ancient poem." Old man Wang gave him a blank look and said.

"How is it possible? Unless what you bring out is the kind of broken poem that can't even be listed in the Daya Hall, otherwise, as long as there is a little level of classical Chinese poems, I have read it almost once by Lu Zhiwei in the past few decades. If you can't memorize it, you will definitely have an impression." Lu Zhiwei said unconvinced.

"Then look at it! If you have seen this poem, I will be your grandson!"

Seeing Lu Zhiwei so confident, Old Man Wang was rather happy. Lin Feng just wrote this poem. How could Lu Zhiwei have seen it before?

"Huh! Ok... 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 "It's weird! I haven't seen this." A poem……"

"Haha! How is it? Lao 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 a comment!" Seeing that Lu Zhiwei's pride was gone, Old Man Wang laughed and said.

The other Chinese teachers in the office also stretched their heads curiously, all curious as to what kind of ancient poems Old Man Wang showed to Lu Zhiwei. After all, in the office of the language group, Mr. Lu is known as knowing all about ancient Chinese, and there are almost no ancient Chinese and ancient poems he doesn't know.

"Huh! Old Wang, don't be proud, maybe you got this poem from somewhere. I'll take a closer look..."

Just now, Lu Zhiwei just glanced at it and didn't take the content of the poem seriously. He only felt that the poem was very strange. I only pay attention to it now, and read it carefully one by one.

"The hidden feelings of cloud blowing fog are difficult to plant!"

After chanting the first sentence, Lu Zhiwei's expression is quite normal. After all, the first sentence is just a simple use of scenery to set off emotions. Many ancient poems use this technique, which is not very good.

"Jin Yi Luo Xiu has vermilion lips."

But when Lu Zhiwei read the second sentence, his face began to change slightly, which set off this sentence and made the image of the entire heroine come out. And the poet's indifferent pursuit of the sweetheart.

Ever since, Lu Zhiwei couldn’t help but quickly read on

"Who does Zhuwai Qingli make? One word of life and death is with Qingtong. Good poem! Good poem! Especially the last sentence, "One word of life and death is with Qingtong" is simply the finishing touch, allowing the realm and emotion of the whole poem to be obtained. What is the name of the poem? By the way, the oath is too appropriate! Too appropriate! But why is there no author? This is the work of a great ancient poet? Why do I have no impression at all! That's not right! I can't possibly have read such a good poem before?"

After reading this "The Oath" in one breath, Lu Zhiwei shouted several good poems, all from the heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At the same time, several questions arose in his mind, the biggest question was This is the source of this good poem.

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

Seeing Lu Zhiwei's look of surprise and confusion, Old Man Wang was majestic 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 you have What's the relationship. Is it possible that another day you will come over with Li Bai Du Fu's poems, I said it is a good poem, you have to be happy for three days?"

Although Lu Zhiwei had never seen this good poem, sorry for the cowhide he had just blown off, he had always worked against Old Man Wang, and when he saw Old Man Wang being so proud, he laughed and laughed.

However, the old man Wang was even more proud, pointing to this "The Oath" to increase the volume and intonation, and said with complacency, "Li Bai Du Fu's poem has nothing to do with me, but this poem is still true. My old Wang has something to do! Because this poem was given to me by the students in my class..."

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