Could it be that this poem was really written by this stinky man?

This...... How is this possible?

How could such a good poem be written by this stinky man opposite?

Does he have what it takes?

"Hey, are you really sure and sure you really wrote this poem?"

Lin Meixin still didn't believe it at this time, she didn't believe that such a good poem was written by this stinky man opposite.

Even someone as smart as her can't write such a good poem, let alone the stinky man opposite.

"Isn't that nonsense, I didn't write this poem, did you write it?"

"Isn't it normal for a man like me to write such poems, such as me, who are both talented and beautiful, who are gentle and elegant, fresh and handsome, who are extraordinary in appearance and talented, who are stunning, who are elegant and profound, who are radiant, handsome, sunny, heroic, hard-working, with unlimited prospects, who are outstanding, who are wise and low-key, who are talented, erudite, polite, talented, resourceful, extraordinary, and magnificent?"

Lin Meixin really didn't expect that this man would be so stinky and shameless to be able to say such shameless words.

But one thing to say, if this poem is really written by the stinky man opposite, then the stinky man on the other side is really quite talented.

God is really too unfair, why give such a good talent to such a stinky man.

This stinky man is a little cheaper than a mouth, and he is a little more stinky and shameless than others, what else is there to be outstanding.

It's a shame that God gave such a good talent to such a virgin.

"A body returns to the desert, several generations of Jing soldiers, if you talk about fame, you are almost the same as Wei Huo. It's amazing, this is just amazing my brother, Brother Fan is just a poem!"

"Brother Fan, you are really awesome, you can write such a good poem, to be honest, my admiration for you is simply the surging river, like the Yellow River flooding, out of control!"

“6666666666！”

"In ancient times, if there was Brother Fan, there would be more than 300 Tang poems. If Li Bai hadn't died early, the name of the poet would have been difficult to protect. Jokes meet talents everywhere, lewd poems come casually,

If he hadn't been born in this era, he would have dreamed back to the Tang Dynasty and fought Li Bai. ”

Although there is only one word in this comment, it is enough to express my deep indignation and poignant emotion, which can be described as concise and concise, every word is golden, every word is gripping, and it is tear-jerking, which shows my solid writing skills and writing skills. Then end with an exclamation point, the finishing touch, the wonderful pen is full of flowers, the artistic conception is far-reaching, according to the previous text, sublimation of the theme, the expression of my emotions is incisive, giving people infinite touching and melancholy!"

"Since ancient times, the Internet has produced talents, and quatrains through the ages come at hand, if you are not born in the new era, how can you come to Li Taibai in the Tang Dynasty, if there are netizens in the Tang Dynasty, there are more than 300 Tang poems, thanks to Li Bai's early death, otherwise the name of the poet immortal is difficult to protect, only blame Lao Tzu for not being educated, and can only praise from top to bottom..."

"Awesome, awesome, it's really awesome, it's just awesome to open the door - it's home!"

......

Capital

A classroom

Wang Gang, a sophomore at Beijing University, is taking a Chinese studies class at one of the more well-known professors in the Faculty of Literature tonight.

However, Chinese studies classes like this are generally mixed classes, everyone is either playing with their mobile phones, or they are in a daze, and few people are listening carefully.

After all, in everyone's subconscious, this kind of class is used to relax, and whoever is idle will listen carefully here.

Wang Gang is a game lover, and he likes to play games the most when he has nothing to do.

At this time, he was watching the live broadcast of the wolf's tooth platform on his mobile phone.

At this time, the number of online people in Lin Meixin's live broadcast room has exceeded 4 million, which can be said to have broken the record of the highest number of online users when the adult anchor of the wolf's tooth live broadcast platform live.

"The mountains and ravines go to Jingmen, and there is still a village for the Ming concubine. As soon as I went to the Zitai Lianshuo Desert, I left my home alone to dusk. Draw a picture to understand the spring breeze surface, and return to the moonlit night soul around the sky.

For thousands of years, the pipa has been used as nonsense, and it is clear that the resentment is in the song. ”

"Hey, a very good poem, how did this man write it, this is too talented, this is simply awesome, this man is sure that he is just an anchor? When did the anchor become so talented!"

Wang Gang also heard this poem while watching the live broadcast at this time, and couldn't help but be very surprised.

As a student of Beijing University, although he is not a major in literature, he still has the ability to appreciate poetry at least.

Anyway, he still got a high score in the college entrance examination, otherwise he wouldn't have come to the school of Beijing University.

At this time, he could see this poem at a glance, it was really good, too amazing.

Even at this time, Wang Gang still had the illusion that this poem was not inferior to some poems written by Li Taibai.

When has the game streamer become so awesome in these years?

"Wang Gang, stand up for me, what are you doing? Are you playing with your mobile phone again? You dare to play with your mobile phone in my class, do you want to fail the course?"

"Did you memorize the Yulou Chun I asked you to memorize last time? Hurry up and memorize it for me, if you can't memorize it, you have to be careful for me during the final exam!"

As a professor at the Faculty of Arts of Beijing University and vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association, Li Wenhua has a deep study of poetry.

You must know that I don't know how many people want to listen to him give a lecture but can't, but these students have such a good opportunity to come to his lecture, and they are still playing with their mobile phones absentmindedly here, which is really hateful!

This is simply being in the midst of blessings and not knowing blessings.

Today's young students are really getting more and more unpleasant.

Mobile phone, mobile phone, mobile phone all day long, the whole person can't do without the mobile phone, as if you will die without the mobile phone.

It's because of this damn mobile phone that young people nowadays rarely settle down to do their studies.

Wang didn't react at first, until he was pushed by the classmate next to him, and he realized that he was named by the teacher at this time.

It's over, it's over, it's really over.

This is what Wang Gangshish really thinks in his heart at this moment.

Wang Gang didn't expect that he would be so unlucky this time, and he was so coincidentally named by this teacher.

It's over, if you can't answer this question, you will really have to fail the exam at the end of the semester.

Oh, no no no, he definitely doesn't want to fail.

"I ......"

He didn't memorize what this teacher said about Yulouchun at all, how could he be able to answer?

It's over, it's over!

What to do?

What to do?

What to do?

"What are you? As a big man, don't talk and spit out, just memorize the Yulouchun I talked about in the last class, don't tell you that such a simple poem has not been prepared until now, isn't it enough to have a mouth? You are students of Beijing University, but you are the best students in the country, you can't even memorize a poem, right?"

"Or do you all think that my Chinese studies course is not important, so you just want to learn it, and if you don't want to learn, you don't want to learn, I just want to know if you are also a fool when you study your professional course? Or are you just bullying me alone? I tell you to memorize this poem today, if you can't memorize it, hum ......."

Li Wenhua's words immediately made the students in the entire classroom sober up.

This time, they found that Li Wenhua was really angry.

These students who were not named couldn't help but be very glad that they weren't named, otherwise they might be finished.

Seeing that Wang Gang stood up with a red face and couldn't answer the question, although they were also very sympathetic, but the dead friends were not dead and poor.

Although this Wang Gang sacrificed himself, he also saved the whole class.

As the saying goes, if you don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, and now that this king has just gone to hell for them, they don't have to go to hell anymore.

"I ......"

"The mountains and ravines go to Jingmen, and there is still a village for the Ming concubine. As soon as I went to the Zitai Lianshuo Desert, I left my home alone to dusk. Draw a picture to understand the spring breeze surface, and return to the moonlit night soul around the sky.

For thousands of years, the pipa has been used as nonsense, and it is clear that the resentment is in the song. ”

Wang Gang was so anxious and scared at this time that he couldn't help but recite the poem he had just heard while watching the live broadcast.

When Li Wenhua heard this poem at this time, the whole person was shocked.

When he first heard the first sentence of this poem, he thought that this Wang Gang was talking nonsense, and this recite was not what he talked about in the last class.

He was about to scold this guy severely, but when this guy recited the second line of the poem, he was shocked.

This...... What poem is this?

As an expert who has studied ancient Chinese poetry for so many years, how come he hasn't heard of this poem?

Such a good poem, if it really appeared, he couldn't have heard of it.

"This ...... What is the name of this poem you just said? Who wrote this?"

Li Wenhua was very excited at this time, ran down from the podium, ran to Wang Gang's side, grabbed his arm, and asked excitedly.

"I ...... Teacher, please don't hang up on my subject, I promise that as long as it is your class in the future, I will study hard, listen carefully to the class, and definitely not play anything else!"

Wang Gang saw Li Wenhua suddenly rush down from the podium at this time, and then directly grabbed his arm, and the whole person was terrified.

Wang Gang was not only very scared at this time, could it be that he had just said something wrong?

No way?

No way?

Didn't you really say something wrong just now?

He read out a poem he had just learned from the anchor, and he didn't do anything else but do it.

As for this professor being so excited, could it really be that he was going to hang up his department?

No, no, he wouldn't really be that miserable, would he?

Could it be that he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out today, so he is so declining?

"Now I'm not asking you if you have failed the subject, I'm just asking where this poem came from, don't you tell me that you wrote this poem, I don't know you students? You have to have such ability, no, you absolutely can't have such ability!"

"Tell me where you got this poem? If you can't say it today, I'll really kill you!"

Li Wenhua's words suddenly made Wang Gang's whole person frightened: "I said I can't do it? Teacher, don't hang up on my subject, this poem is what I learned from an anchor when I was watching the live broadcast just now, this poem seems to have been written by him, it seems to be a poem about the story of Wang Zhaojun, I know so much, I really don't know the rest!"

"Well, there seems to be a poem, a body returned to the desert, several generations of Jing soldiers, if you are famous, almost the same as Wei Huo. This poem seems to be what the anchor said just now, as for the rest, I really don't know, teacher, you see that I am so honest and give everything that should be explained, you can let me go, you must not give me a course!"

Wang Gang hurriedly chattered a lot at this time, and said everything he could say that he had just seen in the live broadcast.

As long as the professor doesn't hang up on the big subject today, it's okay to say anything.

"A body returns to the desert, several generations of Jing soldiers, if you talk about fame, you are almost the same as Wei Huo. It's a lot worse than the poem just now, but it's a slightly better poem!"

"What did you say? This poem was actually written by an anchor?"

After listening to Wang Gang's words, Li Wenhua seemed to have heard a ridiculous joke in this world.

When did the anchor become so talented these years?

Has the level of anchors been so high these years?

Even such a good poem can be written.

Thinking of this, Li Wenhua was not only a little sour.

To be honest, even the professor of the Faculty of Arts of Beijing University and the vice president of the Huaxia Poetry Association could not write such poems.

"Teacher, I really didn't lie to you about this poem, it was really said by an anchor in the process of watching the live broadcast just now, it's all true, what I said is true, you must believe what I said, you must raise your noble hand and don't give me a course!"

Wang Gang saw the question on the professor's face at this time, as if he didn't believe what he had just said, and hurriedly explained.

This is a matter related to whether you fail the subject or not, and this thing must be made clear.

Otherwise, the professor won't believe his words, and he will really fail the course, and he will really have no place to cry if he really wants to cry at that time.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, you see if an anchor can write such a good poem, you, as a student of our Beijing University, are still crying and worrying about failing the course here, it's really embarrassing, don't you have a little bit of shame?"

"Alas, even you students are really, I, the vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association, come to lecture you every day, but you can't even write a decent poem, an anchor can say a few famous sentences casually, you look at this anchor and look at yourself, why is the gap between people so big?"

Li Wenhua looked at the students in the classroom at this time, and said with a little hatred.

Although he couldn't write such a poem, it didn't prevent him from teaching this group of students.

The other students in the classroom suddenly had the feeling that they were sitting at home and the pot was coming from the sky.

These people can be admitted to a prestigious university like Beijing University, all of them are the pride of the sky, each of them has their own pride and dignity, when have they been insulted like this?