"Hello Mr. Yi, I would like to ask, when you were as old as us, did you ever write poems to pursue girls. ”

Zoyeon has a good figure and looks beautiful.

She changed her image in Who is a Hero, and today she is more youthful, wearing a beige skirt and combing her hair, elegantly like a goddess.

"I wrote love poems when I was eighteen, but I didn't have a subject. Teacher Yi Zhongtian said with emotion.

Oh, it's an abstract, beautiful burst of inner emotion. Luo Yiming found a sentence to describe at this time.

Yi Zhongtian smiled: "Everyone has passed eighteen years old, you know. ”

"Can you still remember that poem?" asked Luo Yiming.

"Remember some. The poem is called The Girl Who Wears Bragi, and Bragi is the dress. Yi Zhongtian explained.

"Braj is Russian. ”

"I still remember the last two sentences. ”

"You silent tuberose. ”

"Please give me some dark incense to kiss me. ”

"You're too precocious. Zoyan sneered and covered her mouth.

"Eighteen years old, an adult. I'm not precocious. Mr. Yi Nakata innocently pretended to be a face, and both Zuoyan and the audience were amused by him.

“…… But I don't have an object. ”

"Teacher, everyone has such a time when love first blossomed. Luo Yiming said: "Do you still write love poems now, no matter who you give them to, do you still use this state of poetry to express your emotions?"

"That's a good question, since my daughter writes poetry, I don't write poetry. Teacher Yi Zhongtian's face showed pride.

"It's simple, she writes better than I do. ”

"I remember very well that she wrote a poem when she was eleven years old. ”

Teacher Yi Zhongtian read leisurely: "In the early morning, the bright dew drops slipped down from the tips of the blades of grass, and they were still ...... Fall into the creek. ”

"Tomorrow, people won't... What to find. ”

"Only the pebbles in the river are talking endlessly...... I see it...... I see it.

The last line is...... But no one knows.

Wow.

The students were amazed by this little poem.

Unconsciously began to applaud.

Yi Zhongtian raised his head, spread his hands and said, "Then you say, what else do I write, what else do I write." ”

Zuo Yan said incredulously: "Great, eleven-year-old girl, Yiming, I can say, just let me write now, I can't even write." ”

"This has nothing to do with age, there is a thing called talent in writing poetry, and you just don't have it. ”

Zuo Yan pouted and looked at Luo Yiming aggrievedly.

The latter looked at Yi Zhongtian with a smile: "Teacher Yi, I want to say that I am very moved, but I am not moved by the poem just now, it is because you only remember two sentences of the poem you wrote yourself, but you memorized the whole poem of your daughter." ”

"This kind of fatherly love is not only a mountain, but also like water, very gentle. ”

Yi Zhongtian's face was still full of love for his daughter, and he smiled and said, "Thank you." ”

Zuo Yan sat down, and Huang Lingyu, a student from Normal University, stood up: "Teacher Yi, can I call me Teacher Xiaotian?"

Mr. Yi Zhongtian was stunned.

The crowd smacked their tongues.

This special meow is not appropriate.

“…… Yes. "If you want to say that Mr. Yi Zhongtian is really easy-going, this is agreed.

"What touched me the most was that your time in Xinjiang made you understand that life is not a poem. ”

"You said you were lonely, lonely, and tangled during that time. So I want to ask, is it because at that time, you weren't in love?"

At least it can continue the poetic beauty of Zuoyan.

Can... Time... It is full of the smell of decaying love.

But contemporary young people seem to be very concerned about love and love.

On the surface, he scoffed.

Inside, everyone is eager for this topic.

Teacher Yi Zhongtian's expression suddenly became serious, recalling the past, and said in the next second: "Ten years of the Corps, that was a special period, to be honest, it was more material than today. ”

"Why was it more material at that time, because there was no substance at that time!"

"You don't have the next meal after you eat the last meal, so the next meal is very important. ”

Mr. Yi Nakata's hand began to wave again.

Whenever a topic that touches his heart comes up, he behaves like that.

"If you are going to marry a girl, can you guarantee her next meal? Follow you to herd the cows, to milk the cows, to kneel and break off the two leaves of cotton?"

"It's not a house, it's not a car, it's just a bowl of hot rice cereal from a pile of firewood. If you can't even get this, then what's the use of being handsome, what's the use of writing poetry, what's the use of poetry. ”

"Can poetry control the stomach?"

Yi Zhongtian's words silenced Huang Lingyu.

She was speechless.

Obviously, it was not that Mr. Yi Nakata didn't want to love during that time.

It's him who is fundamentally... There is no strength to love.

Yi Zhongtian smiled bitterly: "At that time, I was neither tall nor rich nor handsome, I was one meter six or nine tall, and my income was only enough to make ends meet. ”

Burst.

This old guy is just fun.

A second ago, he said in a serious manner that he had no substance.

There is no love.

Only emptiness, loneliness and coldness.

But in the next second, a joke made the students happy to spray rice.

Luo Yiming added: "If you can have a chance to manage his next meal, but you have to exchange your talent for writing poetry, would you be willing?"

"Nope. Yi Zhongtian said: "But if you don't want to, you have to starve to death, then I am willing, the bottom line is that you have to live." ”

"Poetry is only possible when you are alive. ”

Bang bang bang.

The applause from the audience rose again.

The excitement of this show once exceeded what the program team thought before.

Even, his humorous stalks, the impact and popularity of his topics, are even better.

This show is free from low grade and bad taste, and the content has been sublimated.

On the same topic, there may be one or two different flavorings, and the taste is completely different.

"Mr. Yi, you can always find a reason to smile in difficult situations. I'd love to know if you have any of the saddest hurdles. Luo Yiming is still expanding the excitement of this column, and he wants to deeply analyze the heart of Yi Zhongtian, who has been reborn from despair.

Yi Zhongtian shook his head and said: "There is no saddest hurdle, as long as it is a hurdle, it is sad." ”

"Because it's right before you, and if you can't get by, you're dead. ”

"I'll just say that I was in the Corps when I was young, and sometimes I think, what's the point of such a day, what are you doing alive, it's better to die. ”

"But there's one belief that I think...... I haven't lived enough! What do I have to do...... I haven't become the writer I want to be, I haven't written yet...... I want to write bravely!"

"Why should I end it?"

"Just bite the bullet and go over. ”

Yi Zhongtian sighed: "Sometimes, you actually just grit your teeth and carry it over." ”

"Actually, a lot of people have been looking for fault with me since last year, but I thought, why should I live for others. ”

"I didn't give me my life. ”

"My life was given by my parents!"

"My mom and dad never wanted me to go down. ”

"Hopefully I'll be discouraged. ”

"Wish I had given up my ideals!"

"But I still want to sincerely thank the netizens and media who have surrounded me since I went to hundreds of forums. ”

"If it weren't for them being so strict with me. ”

"I'm probably inflated. ”

"Maybe I'll be proud. ”

"Maybe I'm arrogant. ”

"Then I wouldn't be as strong as I am now, and I, Yi Zhongtian, wouldn't be standing here. ”

Yi Zhongtian stretched out his hand and slammed it down on the floor.

He said it was thanks, but he could see that the anger in his heart was written in his eyes.

To be attacked, to be ridiculed, to be ridiculed.

It is precisely in this way that the unwillingness and anger in his heart have been completely transformed into another kind of energy.

Hard work, hard work, self-improvement.

Only then did there be a hundred podiums, and the scenery was incomparable to Yi Zhongtian.

The show is on fire, and at this time, the first episode of the big names ushered in the first big climax.

Luo Yiming smiled faintly and without leaving a trace, and then he looked at Cao Hao of the observation group.

The biggest explosion point of this episode of the show has not yet started, and now, it is now, it is Cao Hao's questioning session produced by Luo Yiming.

Mr. Yi Zhongtian is now in high spirits and has achieved fame.

But just like the media he just said about the crusade, the criticism of the public.

The program team should also speak for those people and have a-for-needle showdown with Yi Zhongtian.

Come on, let the storm come harder.