"In the storm...... and before crushing bones...... Life and death - fearless!"

As Yu Xiao's words fell, the needle drop in the living room could be heard.

In this era, people sing their own modern poems at poetry exchange meetings, and sometimes in order to have both effects, they always avoid a lot of strong and bright arias, such as, "Stand on my shoulders, dear, you have to be brave!", or "Ah, the sea! Even your waves can smooth out the memory...... or, "Let the sun and rain sprinkle all over every corner! Go into the field of life, let the wind iron the forehead ......" The tone particle is connected with colorful descriptions, which is the mainstream at present.

However, Yu Xiao's poem Cheng Ran is different. It can even be said that it is different from the poetry style they are familiar with. Perhaps with resentment, Yu Xiao did not carry out any poetic recitation, he almost read the poem in the way of "reading".

But it is in this way that the poem exudes its own character.

Young people recite poems, mostly sad and sad, and express their minds. But this poem, the text is not strong, nor heavy, just like a cup of drinking, eloquently, "a cup of respect for the rising sun, a cup of respect for the moonlight, a cup of respect for the hometown, a cup of respect for the distance......" is like a Tang and Song poems, simple words, but can accurately depict the intoxicating artistic conception. And then the final foothold is to a knife, blunt into people's hearts. That kind of spirit travels through time and space.

Yao Beibei stared fiercely at the newspaper in Yu Xiao's hand, she wanted to grab it directly and take a look.

Xie Dong and Zhang Xin, the disciples of the big courtyard, were a little stunned, when did Cheng Ran's writing be so good, some of the things in this poem, they may not be able to experience it because of their age, but the touch that came to their faces was fully accepted.

Yang Xia's mouth moved, her eyes were misty, and she seemed to be reciting silently, which was enough to write into the pink notebook with incense she had bought before, but she had been reluctant to use.

Although Wang Yuran, who wears a pair of glasses, is quiet, in fact, he is on par with Sun Jichao in liberal arts, and he also understands the better things about this poem. Frankly speaking, this is completely more than Sun Jichao's poem!

Liu Ying was completely stunned on the spot, she only felt that today's Cheng Ran was like an unguardable serial pit, and she kept getting up and falling down with him.

Sun Jichao's face turned red, looking at the expressions of everyone present, he knew that when he took out his poem just now, he didn't have such power.

The door suddenly opened, and this time everyone turned their heads to look at the door, almost like females waiting to be fed.

But what disappointed them was not Cheng Ran's return and return, but the return of Zhang Lin and Liu Jun.

The two of them were also a little surprised to see everyone staring at them like this, Zhang Lin said quietly, "Oh, it's another poetry exchange meeting...... Whose poem is it this time......"

Zhang Lin took off her coat, Liu Jun took it, and then walked towards everyone, she reached out and touched the back of Liu Ying's head, "Yu Xiao, your poem?"

"No, it's not ......"

Zhang Lin took the newspaper in his hand, and when she saw the contents of the newspaper, the hand that was stroking Liu Ying's hair suddenly slowed down, Liu Ying raised her head, her face was strange, and said, "Mom, what do you think, this poem ...... How?"

Sun Jichao suddenly spoke, "Aunt Zhang, you are an expert in literature, take a look...... Isn't this poem a bit familiar......

Yu Xiao was a little angry, this Sun Jichao was clearly alluding to Cheng Ran's plagiarism, and he said it very vaguely, he didn't point it out directly, so as not to appear that he had a small belly, and he stopped when he clicked, but he completely indicated the direction of suspicion.

Many people reacted when they heard it, yes, this poem is not necessarily written by Cheng Ran himself, maybe it was transcribed from something, they didn't read enough and hadn't seen it, but it was not the case in front of Zhang Lin. Although they are afraid of Zhang Lin, they know that Liu Ying, the mother, is a person who is really capable, and she is also a member of the Provincial Writers Association, and some poetry collections are published from time to time. Cheng Ran's poem was brought to her, but it was really about to be revealed.

Who knew that Zhang Lin was only looking at poetry at this time, and her tone was perfunctory, "What an expert, I can only be regarded as a hobbyist...... She is very modest in this regard, but the more modest she is, the more hidden her skills are.

"I haven't seen it, I haven't ......seen it before," she shook her head, "Is it a new poet?" she looked at Yu Xiao and Liu Ying and the others, "Anyway, this is definitely not something you children can do." ”

"This poem reminds me of the past...... The cold window when I was studying, and then I had to walk out of my hometown after work...... In those days, I gave birth to you, I worked alone in the field, you followed your father, now think about it, those years were really not easy......" Zhang Lin said while watching, "'A cup of respect for tomorrow, a glass of respect for the past', the wine of these years is really not delicious, but it can also make people drink the most, the most intoxicating." ”

Everyone looked at Zhang Lin, they didn't know each other at all, this "Evil Aunt Zhang" who wore thick glasses and had a very serious face in the past, today she was stirred by Cheng Ran's poem? There was a flash of light in her small eyes in the thick bottle-bottom lenses.

"A cup of respect for freedom, a glass of respect for death, respect well, walk more roads, see more wind and rain, see more people, and gradually know that some people have things that will disappear in the blink of an eye, just like your mother's old classmates, still so young, as a result, last year had to die of illness, in her hospital bed, talking about the years when we were educated youth, it was a carefree time, but my mother saw that she did not have the deepest attachment to this world, she finally cried bitterly, what a helplessness, should respect the freedom at that time, and should be more in awe of death and partingThe author writes these into short verses, but what is condensed is the fleeting helplessness and sadness of life......"

"If it just ends here, it just shows that the poet's experience is rich and his perception of life, and there is nothing surprising to it, the key is the turning point in the back, showing the indestructibility of his state of mind, in the face of this rolling red dust, "Why not regret the changes of the years, how can you be worthy of the hustle and bustle of the world?", it is torture, it is a torture that has experienced the previous respect for the morning sun and the moonlight, respect for the hometown and the distance, respect for the past tomorrow, respect for freedom and death, and almost a torture that rises to the ultimate question after the summary of life. How to face the changes of the years, the hustle and bustle of the world, and the eight hardships of life......"

Zhang Lin took a deep breath and said, "And the breaking point is the last paragraph of this poem——"

"In the face of the stormy waves of life, and the grinding of broken bones - life and death, fearless!"

"Fearless. Isn't this supposed to be the attitude towards life, but how many people can do it? I'm afraid that without the practice of multi-lifetime reincarnation, I don't dare to open my mouth lightly. So the poet is very angry. ”

Everyone listened to Zhang Lin express his heart in a daze, as a member of the Provincial Writers Association and the director of the Primary School Office of the Municipal Teaching and Research Group, Zhang Lin's literati temperament is still possessed, and the interpretation of this poem gives them the impression of a complete Chinese class.

If Cheng Ran hadn't left just now, and listened to Zhang Lin's words throughout the whole process, I was afraid that he would be frightened, just based on this poem, he completely analyzed Cheng Ran's state of mind when he wrote the poem, and even captured the emotion of his rebirth. It's almost a reference to his identity as a reborn.

In fact, the so-called scholarly family is largely the result of the influence of parents, and Liu Ying's family can be regarded as half a scholarly family.

"Of course, my interpretation is not necessarily correct, and I have the right to make it for your reference. Zhang Lin smiled, looked around at everyone at this time, and his eyes fell on Jiang Hongshao's body gently.

This poem doesn't look like an ordinary middle school student can make it, but it is completely impossible and not right, there are always some geniuses and demons, Jiang Hongshao may be, she may be able to do it, but Zhang Lin has seen her words, it is a kind of Fengxiu body. The calligraphy of this poem is concise, sophisticated, and the chest is hidden in the ravine...... It is very likely that Jiang Hongshao brought it out of the house, well, it is very consistent with that person's identity.

Liu Ying's father, Liu Jun, had already packed his things and walked into the living room at this time, and saw that his poet's wife was also moved by the poem, so he said, "Oh, who wrote this poem...... It's so well written, even you Aunt Zhang have a feeling, he is usually an absolutely strong iron man at home!"

Liu Jun thought that his words would amuse everyone, but seeing that none of the children in this large group laughed, his expression was extremely strange.

It was a moment before he heard his daughter speak.

Yu Xiao said...... This was written by Cheng Ran yesterday. ”

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The party of Liu Ying's family ended like this, and everyone left, but the appearance of that poem could still become a knot in everyone's hearts. There are people who are usually familiar with Cheng Ran, such as Yao Beibei, who admit that this poem is indeed good, but it was definitely copied by Cheng Ran! I don't know who copied it! In short, it was copied.

And there is also Sun Jichao's athletic teenager Zhou Bin finally spit out a sentence bluntly, "I think, how old is this Cheng Ran, just open and close your mouth freely, death...... This poem is not good! Inexplicable!" Although this is a bit rough, some people agree that that poem, if it was written by a middle-aged man, would be reasonable, and perhaps a poet. But on Cheng Ran, how can there be any convincing!

"Looking at Cheng Ran's usual results, he has this ability, and he only has that point in the Chinese test?"

Everyone scattered from Liu Ying's house and returned to their residences.

When Sun Jichao and the three of them went home, no one spoke all the way, but halfway, Sun Jichao suddenly kicked a tree.

Liu Ying called Yang Xia, who came home, "Yao Beibei also said that you copied Sun Jichao's poem...... This one is actually much better than Sun Jichao...... Cheng Ran left halfway, Yao Beibei and I are a little too much today......

After talking to Liu Ying on the phone, Yang Xia opened his pink notebook from the drawer in the room, unfolded the cover, unscrewed the cap of the pen, and wrote on the notebook with his previous memory. At the end, she looked at her results, closed the notebook, and saw a music box placed against the wall of the table, the music box was a gift from Cheng Ran on her birthday last year, and it was the most inconspicuous among the gifts at that time, so she threw it on the table, she stretched out her finger and touched it, and hurriedly withdrew her hand, it turned out that she hadn't touched it for a long time, and there was a layer of ash on it.

She stared at last year's gift, thoughtful.

In the detached building with a small red door in the inner courtyard of the government, Jiang Hongshao entered the entrance, took off her shoes, and put the book she brought from Liu Ying's house on the table along with the keychain...... Are you hungry, Dad will cook noodles for you. I fried the pork dumplings, fragrant!"

"If you want to gain weight, don't eat it. "Jiang Hongshao is crisp and neat.

"Hey, what's it to be fat, girls are a little bit meaty...... Hey, what's the matter with your perfunctory smile. ”

"Is the party fun today?"

"It's okay. ”

"Oh, what's so special about that?"

Taking out a pear peeled from the refrigerator, Jiang Hongshao turned around, thought about it, and said, "No." ”

"Oh. The middle-aged man stopped asking, and continued to look down at a document in his hand, "Your aunt will call you in a while." ”

"Auntie, second aunt, or sister-in-law?"

The middle-aged man was silent, "Of course, I like to chat with you the most!"

After nibbling on pears and taking a bath, and his aunt through the phone, Jiang Hongshao, who was wearing pajamas, wore black hair, sat on the edge of the bed, and continued to read a large book "Glory and Dreams".

After resting tired, she took her eyes off the page and looked at Mingyue.

Originally, she thought that today was just a normal social interaction, but in her current life, as always, the ancient well is not wavering, however, it is still like a stone on the mirror lake, stirring up a small wave.

Thinking of something, she smiled, "Life and death are fearless...... The ...... who stole loquat Didn't you see you fearless?"

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