"Dunzi, dunzi!" Li Ping suddenly called me quietly and said: "I usually look at Zhang Xueping very well, but I didn't expect him to be like this, it's really 'difficult to draw dragons and tigers, and it is difficult to draw bones, and I don't know the face but not the heart'! Why do I think he is a little similar to Zifan?"

"No, Zhang Xueping is difficult to compare with Zifan at this point. I looked at Zhang Xueping, who had been standing there with his classmates and had no remorse about this matter, and felt a little angry.

Because of the family, I have long been accustomed to seeing my mother's hardships and hardships, but whenever I see someone who is not good to my mother, I will have an extreme disgust from the bottom of my heart.

"Why? Aren't they all the same?"

"It's not the same. I endured the resentment in my heart and said, "No matter how Zifan behaves in front of his classmates and how he behaves in the class, he is always a filial son, a filial son who knows how to feel sorry for his parents, and knows that it is not easy for his parents." Zhang Xueping is different, he actually beat her mother because of his pocket money, and I absolutely can't accept such a situation! I hate this kind of person! I want to beat him!"

"Oh!" Li Ping seemed to understand a little, and teased: "You are a little cynical this time! It has nothing to do with you!"

"Yes, I can't get used to this kind of behavior!" I began to grit my teeth a little, "A person who is not filial to his parents is no different from a beast!"

"Okay, okay!" Li Ping saw that I was in a bad mood and began to change the topic: "Okay, okay, you are a filial son, you are a chivalrous hero, okay?"

"By the way, does that guy you said have any poems to describe this kind of unfilial thing?" Li Ping suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked on a whim.

"Hehe......" I couldn't help but be amused by Li Ping, a "poetry fan": "You really don't have a brain hole, you can think of poetry at any time! Then you haven't told me why you like poetry so much?"

"I won't tell you! It's a secret!" Li Ping pouted, "First of all, answer my question, is there any such poem?"

"I think it's okay, if you're interested, you can study all kinds of poems in the 5,000-year-old history of our Chinese nation, especially in the Tang and Song dynasties, which are not as good as those written by the Internet writer in a hurry? Why do you have to ask him? He is not famous, unpopular, and a little stupid, and he keeps chasing him and asking what he is doing?" I was full of doubts, and I couldn't help but blurt out all of them.

"Don't call me an idol!" Li Ping pretended to be annoyed and said, "If you want to take care of it, I like contemporary poets, what's the matter? You don't know it, do you?"

"Okay, okay, I know he has a poem of this kind, write it for you, it's too loud for the mustache to hear. I replied helplessly.

"That's pretty much ......," Li Ping nodded with satisfaction.

Grace

Contemporary • Ear urgency

Who is not born of parents,

Who doesn't know about parental affection?

The lamb knows how to kneel and suckle,

How can you be a human being if you are not as good as livestock?

"Hehe, don't say it, it's really interesting, just look at his poems and know that he is a person with character. Every time Li Ping hears a poem, she always shows an inexplicable excitement.

"This poem is critical, and I think it's quite characterful to write. I couldn't help but explain.

"I'll just say you know, right? Honestly, why do you know him so well? Are you gay?" Li Ping began to gossip that she was best at......

The noisy and noisy voices and discussions in the class continued for a long time, and the mustache was already standing outside the classroom door at some point, silently lighting a cigarette, watching Zhang's mother staggering away and drifting away, and he didn't know what to think.

But we saw that he only took a few sharp puffs during the ignition process, then snuffed out the fire and returned to the classroom.

"Zhang Xueping, tell me what's going on?" The mustache had a gloomy face, and there was a hint of shock in his not very loud voice, and the class immediately fell silent, and everyone wanted to know how the mustache would deal with this matter.

Zhang Xueping seemed to have realized his mistake, and said in a particularly low voice, "Teacher, I was wrong......

"Let me tell me what's going on, didn't I ask you if you're wrong!" the mustache's voice suddenly became stern.

"Didn't my mother say it just now? I say it again?" asked Zhang Xueping in a trembling voice.

"If you want to say it, just say it, nonsense!" the mustache seemed to be suppressing his anger as well.

"Today... Today I wanted to ask my mom for a dollar of pocket money, but instead of giving it, she nagged endlessly, thinking that I was not studying well and always asked for money, so I hit her in a fit of rage, punched her, and then ran to school. Zhang Xueping's voice became lower and lower, until finally the needle drop could be heard, and he couldn't hear what he was saying.

"It's proud to beat your mother, isn't it?" the mustache still chased after him.

"No, no, teacher, I was wrong!" Zhang Xueping realized that the mustache was a little angry.

"No, isn't it?, how did I hear you and your classmates boasting triumphantly about your mother running away after beating you when your mother came to the classroom?" asked Mustache reluctantly.

"I ......" Zhang Xueping wanted to defend himself, but he never thought that the mustache actually heard what he bragged about, and he didn't know what to say, so he had to continue to admit his mistake and said: "Teacher, I was wrong!"

"Wrong? Do you still know that you are wrong? Do you still have the face to say that you are wrong?" The mustache suddenly roared: "Learn art first and learn morality, and be a man before art!"

"Let me ask you, who pulled you up with a handful of and a handful of urine?"

"My mom ......"

"When you come home hungry every day, who cooks for you?"

"My mom ......"

"If your clothes are dirty, who will wash them for you?"

"My mom ......"

"If you're sick, who will buy you medicine? Take you to the doctor?"

"My mom ......"

"Who sent you to school to study and learn?"

"My mom ......"