readx;? Lu Zhiquan hurriedly said when he heard this: "Deputy class, I didn't explain that I can't replace the submission! Just say that it's original! Anyway, when the boss wrote "Journey to the West", the poems were dizzy, so just write me a few sentences casually, as long as I can deal with the past." Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info I don't ask for an award or anything! This is nothing too much. ”

"It's not!" Wu Jie also interjected: "Boss, then you can write one for me too." I don't want to be good! I just need to deal with the past. ”

Zhao Zhijun said: "And me! I'm counting on you, too!"

"No problem!" Zhang Yu said briskly: "What...... Then I'll write one to Lao Zhao first! I want to think about it...... Hey, there is!" While speaking, Zhang Yu stood up, took out a piece of chalk, and wrote "Quatrain" on the blackboard, two yellow orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the blue sky, the window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is anchored in the south of the Yangtze River.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he turned his head and said, "How about it? Lao Zhao!

Zhao Zhijun said in surprise: "Okay! Boss, you're a super genius. It's so awesome to write a few sentences! I want this. The name is also domineering. Genres can be used as names, it's cow!"

The people in the class read Zhang Yu's words, and they all talked about each other...... I feel that this Zhang Yu is worthy of being the author of Journey to the West, and the poems come as soon as he opens his mouth. And the quality of the sentences is still so high, how do people have such a long brain.

Lu Zhiquan smiled: "Boss, give me a domineering one." ”

"Okay! Well...... There is!" Zhang Yu spoke, turned around and continued to write, "Sitting Alone on Erlong Mountain", all the birds flew high, and the lonely cloud went to leisure, and they never got tired of looking at each other, only Erlong Mountain.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he turned his head and said, "Lao Lu, how about it, is this okay?"

"Hahahaha!" Lu Zhiquan said with a smile: "Boss, you write too well! Erlong Mountain is not far from our school, two small hills, okay! I don't know what you think this person from Erlong Mountain thinks is a famous mountain and river on the majestic shore!"

The whole class of Class 12 laughed enough when they heard this at this time! One by one, they staggered, although this Zhang Yu's sentence was written so well, but it was a bit funny to not be able to stand this Erlongshan!

The fat man Wu Jie hurriedly said: "Boss, it's my turn! Give me the whole domineering, at least the level of Erlong Mountain." ”

"Okay! you wait...... There is!" Zhang Yu raised his pen and wrote "Compassion for Nong" on the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat dripping into the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work.

Zhang Yu finished writing and said, "How about the fat man! Are you satisfied?"

Wu Jie frowned at this time and said, "Boss! The grade of this poem has also come down! It's not as good as the two poems of Lao Zhao and Lao Lu! Change another poem! Change another poem!"

Zhang Yu smiled and said: "This poem is the best poem, okay! Look at how high the artistic conception is between the lines." ”

Wu Jie frowned and said: "High is high! But it's too simple, and it doesn't have a profound ideological connotation! Look at Lao Zhao's 'The Window Contains Xiling Qianqiu Snow', and you look at Lao Lu's 'Lonely Cloud Goes Alone' How awesome it is! How come I have 'hoeed the day of noon'." What if the Registrar's Office says I'm a limerick? Isn't this going to deal with me! Change one, boss, give me another one, it won't be a trouble for you. ”

When Zhang Yu saw that the famous poems of the ages had been returned, he was speechless, and said angrily: "Don't you just want to think about the connotation! Then I'll add a few sentences to you!" turned around and wrote in the back, planting a grain of millet in the spring, harvesting 10,000 seeds in the autumn, there is no idle field in the four seas, and the farmer is still starving to death.

After Zhang Yu finished writing, he turned around and said: "Fatty! This is going down! Corresponding to the previous sentence, the ideological connotation is also there, and it has begun to satirize realism." It's okay now!"

The people in the class watched Zhang Yu write the first few sentences at first, and discussed in a low voice for a while...... Look, this kind of poem Zhang Yu has also written, and it seems that this guy is not so inhuman. As a result, as soon as the second paragraph appeared, the people in the class looked at it, and the second paragraph has improved the realm of this poem a lot, and it has a strong sense of acupuncture and disadvantages, and now the people in the class have to admire Zhang Yu.

Wu Fatzi read the last few sentences, and he loved and hated. Look at it as a whole! It's brilliantly written. But the thing is, he's not a fool either. In this last sentence, the farmer is still starving to death, and if this is sent out, it will be repaid.

Wu Jie said: "Boss, what you wrote is too exaggerated! Do I dare to send this? In case I let Director Gu of the Academic Affairs Office know." You can't drag me to the school gate and beat me to death with a stick!"

The class laughed enough.

Of course, the people in the class understood Wu Jie's statement. This socialist New China, writing this sentence, isn't this a flashlight in a dung pit, looking for death!

Zhang Yu himself also laughed enough, and said: "I said fatty! I think you will forget the first paragraph." The first four sentences are obviously inspirational. Anyway, I've already written two paragraphs for you, to be thoughtful, to be inspirational. If you want it again, you won't have it!"

Wu Jie sighed and said, "Forget it! Then I'll be the first paragraph!"

Xu Yiming was at this time, and suddenly said, "Boss, write me one too!"

Zhang Yu hasn't spoken yet...... Wu Jie said: "Yiming, don't be too troublesome. The second paragraph of the Minnon will be left to you. ”

"I'm crazy, I'm crazy! You don't dare to send it, and I don't want to die!" Xu Yiming said.

The whole class was laughing enough.

Zhang Yu smiled: "It's okay! I'll write another paragraph for Yiming, I want to think about it...... There you go!"

The whole class listened to it with a bared tooth, how quickly did it come again! Do you have a fucking human brain? Chickens don't lay eggs as fast as you do!

Zhang Yu wrote that in "Yongliu", the jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down, I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

As soon as Zhang Yu finished writing these few sentences, the whole class applauded. Now they are not convinced. This is great! It's amazing! There's no better verse than that.

Hahahaha! Xu Yiming laughed happily and said, "I'm good at this! I'll want this." ”

Zhang Yu said: "Okay! Then our class is almost the same." ”

……

"Hey, Zhang Yu, you can write me one too!" a voice said.

……

Zhang Yu looked up and saw that it was Tan Xiaonan, and frowned: "Didn't you write it yourself!"

Tan Xiaonan said: "After I have written it, I will write another one! Isn't one person able to post three songs? I can't write one song, I must write a good one." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yu nodded and said, "Okay then! You wait...... There you go!"

The people in the class are numb, one song at a time, one song at a time, you are still not a human being.

Zhang Yu wrote "Peach Blossoms" last year in this door, the peach blossoms on the human face are red, the human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

The room was quiet now...... (To be continued.) )