The teacher suddenly asked, and Zhao Yingran said very calmly: "The meaning is there, the rhyme is nonsense." ”

The classmates suddenly made an uproar, although everyone has not studied this, but they can't stand the Internet check, and they can find out some knowledge when they check it, but it seems that what is said on the Internet is that poetry must follow the law, right?

Wen Shaohua lowered his head and thought about something. Yuan Qian looked at Zhao Yingran and became more and more moved.

The teacher laughed when he heard what Zhao Yingran said, and said: "Yes, yes, although the poems after Tang poetry are all modern poems, but the previous ancient style poems do not care about these, and even some modern poems do not follow the rules to compose poems, and even some are excellent poems." You're good. ”

Zhao Yingran got the teacher's compliment, laughed, and then sat down slowly, very proud. However, not long after she sat down, she noticed that Wen Shaohua's eyes had been looking at her, and she suddenly remembered some of the past.

The ten-year-old girl was obsessed with ancient poetry, and the ten-year-old boy studied poetry hard to teach her how to compose simple poems, and at the same time told her the sentence: When the meaning is reached, the rhyme is nonsense!

Oh no, Zhao Yingran instantly had a headache, thinking how she forgot that Wen Shaohua told her, it was really embarrassing. As soon as she thought of this, Zhao Yingran was silent as if she had noticed Wen Shaohua's gaze, and sat upright like an old monk who had settled down.

"Wen Shaohua!"

"To"

Wen Shaohua shouted, then didn't stand up, still sitting in his seat.

The teacher frowned slightly, a little displeased, but when he thought of who the other party was, he couldn't help but be even more disliked.

He hated this kind of person who engaged in special rights, even if the school received a lot of sponsorship from his family, because these are two different things. But without waiting for the teacher to reprimand, Wen Shaohua read out his own poem.

"The bright moon and the breeze fall slowly, and the three dead leaves are silent at dusk. Suddenly looking back at the moon, time flies and is lonely at dusk. ”

After reading the poem, Wen Shaohua shook his head and said: "Although I don't like the words of these literati and inkmen, they are always a sustenance, so I don't object to it, and I am not qualified to oppose it, but I will not make annotations on my poems, because annotations are useless, and poems are sustenance to express emotions in my eyes." ”

Lin Xiaoni and many female classmates' eyes suddenly lit up, looking at Wen Shaohua's back or side face, coupled with Wen Shaohua's uninhibited appearance that usually echoed in their minds, Feng Que suddenly smelled a smell of spring heart, he looked at Wen Shaohua indignantly and thought to himself, it's okay now, so many female classmates are fascinated by you, I have no fun.

Depend on!

Feng Que's mood at this time was like eating a bowl of dead flies.

Although Zhao Yingran lowered her head, she was uneasy and excited in her heart.

Secretly squinting his eyes and glancing at Wen Shaohua, he saw that the other party was looking at him, and Zhao Yingran hurriedly retracted his gaze.

"Poetry, it's really good. The Chinese teacher could only nod helplessly, and wanted to comment on the other party, but seeing his indifferent appearance, and the fact that the poem was indeed well written, he was in no mood to criticize the other party again.

After a few students read some poems, the Chinese teacher finally clicked on Feng Vacancy.

Zhao Yingran turned her gaze to Feng Que curiously, wondering how this girl was going to answer.

Wen Shaohua didn't pay attention to the movement in the class, and of course he didn't notice that Feng Que started to recite poetry, because after he finished speaking, he held the pen and wrote something on the paper, and his expression was very focused.

Feng Que stood up, coughed lightly and said, "It's ugly." ”

"The bright moon and the breeze fall slowly, and the three dead leaves are silent at dusk. You ask me where I'm from, blowing three bottles into the night. ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, even the teacher couldn't suppress the laughter, smiled lightly, looked at the chaotic class and the smug Feng Que, and then coughed twice and said, "Explain and explain." ”

Feng Que imagined that the teacher's scolding did not appear, but let himself annotate, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and glanced at Wen Shaohua, signaling that he could also write poems, but found that people were writing something with their heads down, and they didn't pay attention to the movement on their side at all, and couldn't help but be discouraged, but when they turned their eyes back and noticed that almost all the girls were staring at themselves, they couldn't help but feel that their face was greatly rising, so they pushed the boat down the river to explain the poems they composed.

"My poetry is the breeze fluttering, the dusk is silent, remembering where my home is, I am so sad that I drink three bottles of beer first, expressing the sadness of leaving home, in short, it is a poem of homesickness. ”

The classmates scoffed and cheered one after another, and Yuan Tian even shouted: "Blowing three bottles of beer, why don't you go to heaven?" Besides, you have to leave home for three days, but I am afraid that when the time comes, no one will care, and you will talk about nostalgia, you can talk about yourself!"

The male classmates laughed when they heard this, the female classmates covered their mouths and laughed softly, and there were even girls like Lin Xiaoni, who shouted regardless of their image: "One more, one more!"

Feng Que's mouth was crooked, and he just said crookedly: "The deep meaning contained in my poem, you guys know a fart!"

The Chinese teacher stopped this farce in time, and just simply commented on two sentences, praising the meaning of the poem enough, but the writing was a little indecent, so he set off this turmoil, causing Feng Que to shout again and again that the teacher was unfair.

The poetry conference on the scene began to become a little boring from Feng Que, and many people's minds had already drifted to the world outside the window, but it was Wen Shaohua who was the first to wander.

At this time, he finally wrote what he wanted to express on the paper, he raised his head and looked twice, and found that everyone did not notice his behavior, and even his own tablemate Zhao Yingran looked elsewhere, and he suddenly became a little angry.

Although what he wants is that no one pays attention to his existence, but how many things that belong to you Zhao Yingran have stolen, how dare you treat me like nothing like this?

I want to think so, but how can I say it? I can't even have such thoughts, because it seems petty. Is Wen Shaohua a stingy person? He's really generous.

Just a poem and a few lines of nonsense, just take it.

Thinking about the inexplicable thing, Wen Shaohua finally blushed a little and slowly pushed the note in his hand to Zhao Yingran, and stretched out his finger and poked Zhao Yingran's arm, the latter turned his head, and Wen Shaohua hurriedly turned his head again.

The sun was shining outside the window, and the sound of poetry was wafting in the classroom, Zhao Yingran picked up the note and read it for a long time, and Wen Shaohua was silent for a long time.

The sun was shining on the note, and the handwriting was a little messy, and there were even some typos, but I could still see it clearly.