Facing a teacher who was holding a brush in his hand, his face was slightly meaningful, and he said: "This is when I went to the Langan Desert three years ago, I saw the magnificence of the desert, and I wrote it down with a feeling. ”

The other teachers gave a thumbs up: "Good poetry, good poetry." ”

Han Zhuo smiled in his heart: "It turned out that literati and ink writers borrowed poetry to express their lyrics, no wonder, after all, literati are high, these people have read a lot of books, so they naturally don't look down on those tricks that are good at martial arts, Shen Qiang really has to run a world champion, and in their eyes, he is also an uneducated rough person." ”

"Come on, come on, Mr. Li, you can have one too. At this time, the teacher who had just written the poem handed the brush to another person named Teacher Li next to him, and the other teachers started to change a piece of rice paper, spread it on the table again, and pressed it with white jade paperweight.

Teacher Li thought for a while, his face was full of energy, and he also wrote a poem: "Ruiyunxiang in Kyushu, 100,000 miles away will be the ocean, the five blessings on the top of the Baihui will fall, and the merits under the feet of Bodhi will be hidden." ”

After finishing writing, he put the brush on the inkstone, and before he could start speaking, Han Zhuo, who was standing on the side, laughed: "How is it like a limerick, counting from ten to hundred, from hundred to ten thousand." ”

When the other teachers heard this, their faces suddenly turned ugly, especially that Teacher Li, who snorted lightly and asked, "This teacher is very fresh, is he new?"

Han Zhuo smiled and said, "Yes, I'm the new physical education teacher Han Zhuo, oh, I don't know much about poetry, just talking nonsense, don't mind." ”

Mr. Li's face was a little better, but his interest was always half dispelled, and he only frowned slightly, and explained to others like a teacher who had just written poetry: "This poem was made when I went to Qiongzhou last year on a business trip, during which I accompanied the local leaders to the southernmost city of Sanya, and saw the three-sided South China Sea Guanyin statue more than 100 meters high, integrating three statues, majestic and magnificent, and made it when you were in full swing. ”

A teacher with a mustache next to him touched his chin and praised: "Hide your head with mathematics, and the whole poem is secretly in line with Buddhism, not bad, good poetry, good poetry." ”

Teacher Li was a little more happy and said: "Teacher Dong still understands people, unlike some people, who are uneducated and like to comment blindly." ”

Han Zhuo laughed at himself, and said in his heart: "Forget it, I have nothing to do, just come in and take a look, and I still make random comments, don't blame people for being unhappy." ”

turned around and left, Teacher Li didn't give up, pulled his arm, and said, "Teacher Han looks like he has some ink in his stomach, and our Teacher Dong also made a song, let Teacher Han comment on it, what do you say?"

Several other teachers also purely agreed, clapped their hands together, and then changed another piece of paper, Teacher Dong was not polite, glanced at Han Zhuo with slanted eyes, picked up the brush, and without thinking, also wrote a poem: "The big dream man has not woken up, and the morning bird has been awakened." The sun is better than the fire, and the mountain shadow is sleepy. ”

After Mr. Dong finished writing, he put down the brush and said with a smile: "It's ugly, this is a few months ago, or in the middle of summer, I was woken up in the morning by the chirping of a few birds downstairs, and I went to the balcony to look into the distance, and the two mountains opposite were accompanied by the clouds. ”

"Well, imagery and artistic conception account for three points," Mr. Li commented slightly, and deliberately asked Han Zhuo, "What is Mr. Han's opinion?"

Han Zhuo no longer understands poetry, and he also knows that Teacher Dong is easy to come by, and he deliberately tested himself, which is even more embarrassing, so he hurriedly gave his hand: "All teachers are great talents, I am a teacher of physical education, don't be ugly, don't be ugly, hahahaha." ”

This time I really had to leave the office, and I cursed in my heart: "If it weren't for the large number of people, I really wanted to slap myself, and I had nothing to do in the Chinese office, I deserved to be unlucky." ”

When I turned around, I saw that there was another piece of rice paper next to the poem I had just written, but there were only two sentences written: "Once I won Lingyunzhi, I flapped my wings and shook up to the nine heavens." ”

Han Zhuo was slightly stunned, although he didn't understand poetry, he also felt that these two sentences were a bit imposing, and if he thought about it carefully, wasn't this a portrayal of his previous life?

Poor and in a desperate situation, but unexpectedly got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and since then he has written another domineering life.

Immediately, his heart resonated and he stood still.

Of course, a few teachers next to him also noticed that they looked at each other and were stunned, but it was still the teacher Li who spoke first, but his face suddenly became bad again, and asked: "Teacher Han seems to be more fond of this one, these two sentences were also written by me, what do you think?"

Han Zhuo came back to his senses and scolded secretly: "You have to ask me Gao Jian for everything, you have some talent as Teacher Li, but you are also careful, right?" coughed dryly and said, "Well, the writing is good, but it doesn't seem to be finished." ”

The other three teachers all smiled heartily, thinking: "Isn't this nonsense, Mr. Li just put it down because he wrote two sentences, and he didn't know how to continue them later, just to let you comment on these two sentences, but you deliberately exposed other people's shortcomings." ”

Han Zhuo also laughed, thinking, "Of course I did it on purpose, who let you, Teacher Li, always pull me to find fault." ”

Teacher Li's face was really blue and red for a while, so he simply picked up Mao Xiao, stuffed it into Han Zhuo's hand, and spread the "semi-finished product" on the table, saying: "I wrote half of it on a whim, and I really didn't finish it, so it's better for Teacher Han to help continue the second half of it." ”

Han Zhuo took the brush, but he was not as afraid of the field as he was just now, not to mention whether he could continue it, at least his calligraphy was still okay, he was weak since he was a child, and he had no hobbies, Liu Suyun let him practice calligraphy at home, although he didn't write for a long time, he wouldn't forget it completely.

At this time, looking at those two sentences, I thought of myself sweeping the Liuhe, sweeping the Eight Desolations, entering the demons as respect, and conquering the six domains of the galaxy all the way, and my heart moved silently, and I wrote the next two sentences in ink.

The rest of the teachers watched Han Zhuo move the pen, obviously stunned for a moment, and before they could read the content, they first praised it: "Good words." ”

When Han Zhuo finished writing, a teacher read it first: "Break the Xinghe Sword and fight back, and then come and kiss me with the crazy knife." ”

Several teachers looked at each other, and another teacher read it again: "Once you have Lingyunzhi, you will soar to the sky." Kick the galaxy sword back and kiss me again. ”

Han Zhuo saw that several teachers frowned, and said with a smile: "I am a physical education teacher, I write whatever I think, and I laugh when I see the axe of the class." ”

That Teacher Li's face was the most ugly, and he pushed Teacher Dong: "What do you see?"

Teacher Dong kept touching the pinch of mustache on his chin: "Let's not talk about rhyme, it's neat, it's neat, but it's ...... With the addition of the last two sentences, the original state of mind that was difficult to repay for ambition became magnificent, and the whole showed full domineering. ”

Teacher Li sighed: "Although it is not a masterpiece, but the heroic spirit jumps on the paper, in contrast, the few poems we wrote in front of us seem a bit like the sour Xiucai who is not sick, Mr. Han...... Sure enough, it's hidden. ”

Han Zhuo put down the pen at this time, and said with a smile: "The two teachers praise falsely, I am really ugly." ”

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