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There was a moment of silence in the classroom. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Lu Qin, the female squad leader sitting in the two rows behind Yang Tang, stared at a pair of bright big eyes without blinking for a long time, her delicate long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pretty face had a hint of incredulity.

Yang Tang didn't care about the expressions of the classmates in the audience, just peeked at Lao Wang, and found that he was also stunned on the spot, so he coughed lightly: "Teacher Wang, I'm done." ”

"Hmm, you're done, what ......are you reading?"

"Just the love poems on my volume!" Yang Tang grabbed Bai Dao.

Lao Wang knew that he was out of shape, so he pulled the scroll in Yang Tang's hand, and looked at the limerick poem again, his face was so black that he almost jumped like thunder: "So you used the scroll as a draft?"

Yang Tang naturally understood what Lao Wang was talking about and what he was angry about, and if there were good poems that did not answer, he wrote the first limerick poem indiscriminately, which was simply perfunctory to the teacher: "Teacher Wang, it's not what you think, it's just that during the quiz that day, I hadn't thought of the sentence 'I have a good heart', so I could only copy a more smooth one from the draft......"

When Lao Wang heard it, he also felt that it was reasonable, after all, good poetry is not something you want to have, so he accepted Yang Tang's explanation and waved him back to his seat.

Waiting for Yang Tang to sit down, Lao Wang changed his critical tone and praised: "Everyone heard Yang Tang's poem just now, right?

As soon as these words came out, the classmates suddenly exploded.

"Wow, the school's music building and small hall were written by Lao Yang like this, why did the style instantly become higher?"

"That's right, but the one on the west side of the music building and the east side of the auditorium is the size of a palm, and there's nothing!"

"Gao Pole, you're too jealous when you say this, aren't you? The most important thing in poetry is the atmosphere and artistic conception!"

"That's right, without artistic conception poetry is cliché......"

"You have to be realistic, right?"

"Aren't the music buildings and the small auditorium true?"

In the midst of the discussions, some people appreciated it, and some people picked on it, but Lu Qin frowned slightly.

At this time, the round-faced girl at the adjacent table quietly touched Lu Qin: "Hey, Qinqin, didn't Yang Tang write you a note last semester, what is the content? Is there the level of the poem just now?"

When Lu Qin heard this, she glared at the round-faced girl, but did not reply to her. In fact, it was this that Lu Qin was surprised by, Yang Tang did write a note to her, but the limerick on it was simply not flattering.

………

When the discussion was quieter, Lao Wang raised his hand and pressed it weakly: "Okay, okay, that's all for the appreciation of the poetry question, let's talk about the couplet next!"

Couplet?!

Yang Tang, who was sitting in the audience, was stunned for a moment, and then saved the language of this world to test the couplet, and each test paper will fill in the blanks with four couplets, one couplet with five points, and a total of twenty points, in other words, the couplet (20) plus poetry (25) plus composition (45) can account for a total of 60% of the score of the whole language volume.

"If that's the case, as long as you're lucky, it seems that the Chinese subject is not too difficult to test!"

On the stage, Lao Wang began to talk endlessly.

"Everyone read the papers, I'll analyze it for you first, and then we'll expand ......"

I have to say that the couplet, a word game that has been passed down for thousands of years, still has connotation, and some of the tall couplets have extremely deep meanings, exquisite words, and are quite valuable for study. However, it is not easy to let seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys and girls flexibly use and connect correctly, there is a problem of "literary accumulation", you must spend extracurricular time reading more classics, and the most lacking thing for college entrance examination candidates is time.

Because of this, Lao Wang spoke on the stage so much that only three or four out of ten people could really listen to it, and more than half of the people were either in a trance or doing something else.

But Lao Wang didn't care, after he finished talking about everything he had to say, he wrote four couplets directly on the blackboard, in a format similar to the previous college entrance examination papers, and then asked his classmates to go up and answer.

As a result, several people came to the stage in a row, and the answers were miserable, so angry that Lao Wang rolled his eyes and wanted to scold his mother, so he almost lost his anger.

At this time, Yang Tang was secretly flipping through the English textbook on his seat, but he never thought that he would be named by Lao Wang on the stage again: "Yang Tang!"

"Huh?"

"You're distracted again, hurry up!"

"What am I doing?"

"Couplet!" said Lao Wang with a glare.

"Why is it me again?" Yang Tang was a little dissatisfied.

Lao Wangpi grinned without smiling, without explanation, and continued to name him: "Bai Keqing!"

A soft and weak girl got up from the window seat in the fourth row and stepped generously onto the podium.

Yang Tang saw the other party's appearance clearly, and his eyes were in a trance for a moment before he remembered that Bai Keqing was a member of the study committee, one of the few classmates in the previous class who was admitted to the capital, and in terms of appearance alone, she was not worse than the squad leader Lu Qin, mainly because her personality was not as outgoing as Lu Qin, so she failed to elect the class president when she was campaigning.

"Also, Jia Li, you come up too!"

"Huh?!" A fat man with round black-rimmed glasses that looked a bit like the bud skin in the Crazy Boy stood up screaming, "Teacher Wang, can I not go on stage?"

Lao Wang glared at him and said, "Then I'll go back and tell Director Jia about this." ”

As soon as he heard the words "Director Jia", Jia Li suddenly gave up the idea of negotiating the price: "Ah, don't, I can't go on stage!" After speaking, he muttered quietly while walking to the stage: "What's the matter with always using my father to press me?" caused the classmates on both sides of the aisle to snicker.

It is worth mentioning that the history teacher Jia Cheng swears that he is not only Jia Li's father, but also the director of the third grade of high school, so it is normal for the usual subject teacher to give him a small report to Jia Li.

"The last one, Xie Yihan!"

A boy with an average appearance, an average height, and an average body came to the stage, stood next to Yang Tang, and muttered in a low voice: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die, the third senior brother will help me if he can help me later!"

Yang Tang wanted to tell him, "I'm not familiar with you", but before he could say anything, Lao Wang's instructions came: "The four of you have one question for each person, and it will be written under the old answer, hurry up!"

Four positions, one, two, three, four, Yang Tang is in the second position, Jia Li is the third position, Bai Keqing is the fourth position, hearing Lao Wang's urging, Bai Keqing immediately turned around, picked up the chalk and wrote the fourth couplet on the blackboard, obviously thinking of the answer.

Seeing this, Jia Li pulled Yang Tang and whispered: "Third senior brother, let's change." ”

Yang Tang hadn't had time to look at the union yet, so he was noncommittal, and changed his position according to Jia Li's wishes, but Xie Yihan, who was in the first position, glared at him.

Gotcha, offend this one again!

Yang Tang knew it, but he didn't say anything, glanced at the third link on the blackboard, and saw that the upper link was "there are few real readers in the world".

It's normal!

Yang Tang commented in his heart, and was about to casually pair the upper and lower couplets, but seeing that Jia Li and Xie Yihan had not started writing for a long time, he also pretended to be meditating.

At this time, Bai Keqing had finished writing her next couplet and returned to her seat.

Lao Wang took the opportunity to sarcastically say: "Everyone has finished answering, can you three boys do it?"

If it's a man, you can't say no!

Yang Tang listened to Lao Wang's sarcasm, so he simply didn't wait for Jia Xie and the others, and picked up the chalk and wrote: "Unsatisfactory ......"

"Huh?"

Who knew that after writing two or three words, Lao Wang was surprised.

Yang Tang immediately paused, looked at the words he wrote on the blackboard, and then changed a little, without him, because his chalk words were full of the smell of thin gold.

You must know that the "uncle" Yang Tang can be regarded as half a literary youth, although he has been a family cook and eats soft rice for many years, but he will practice calligraphy when he is free to stay at home, especially Zhao Ji's thin gold body, which has been practiced to the point of three points, but in this life Zhao Kuangyi has long been wiped out by Zhao Dezhao, how can there be any Zhao Ji, naturally there is no thin gold body.

Therefore, it is no wonder that Lao Wang was surprised.

Yang Tang saw that the wood was already in the boat, so he had to continue to write: "Unsatisfactory things ......" wrote here, he glanced at Jia Xie and the two, and found that they had not started to write, so he had a clumsy mind, did not write "ancient and modern", but wrote: "There are many on the ground!" and then put down the pen, turned around, stepped down, and returned to the position.

"There are many things that are not as expected!" Lao Wang stared at the chalk words full of thin gold body charm and shook his head and read it again, then woke up and said unhappily: "Yang Tang, what kind of mess are you right?"

"What's wrong, teacher?" Yang Tang asked knowingly.

Lao Wang said angrily: "There are few people who really read books in the world, and there are many unsatisfactory things...... Read it yourself, is this a neat battle between the upper and lower couplets?"

"Why don't you tidy up Mr. Wang?"

"You're too rigid in the world and on the ground, aren't you?"

Yang Tang continued to pretend to be stupid: "Heaven to earth, up to bottom, right?"

"'Tianxia' here is a word, so it should be 'ancient and modern', understand?" Lao Wang said, "There are few real scholars in the world, and there are many unsatisfactory things in ancient and modern times...... In this way, we can bring out the charm of the upper and lower links to the past and the present!"

Yang Tang hurriedly made a sudden realization.

Maybe Yang Tang's expression was very cooperative, and Lao Wang, who had finished educating him, was in a good mood, but when he turned his head and saw that Jia Li and Xie Yihan still hadn't held back half a word, his face turned cloudy again: "What are you two still doing on the stage?" Go down...... Look at how good Bai Keqing is, 'pine leaves, bamboo leaves, leaves and leaves, autumn geese and cold sounds', at this level, during the college entrance examination, it is difficult for the teacher to deduct her points! Are you two listening?"

Xie Yihan, who had just sat down, nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, teacher!"

Jia Li, who was in the other seat, also chimed in: "Teacher Wang, you are right, I have to ask Bai Keqing for advice!" As soon as these words came out, Bai Keqing, who was by the window, frowned imperceptibly.

"Jia Li, it's a good thing to be self-motivated, I don't require you to reach Bai Keqing's level, as long as you can have Yang Tang's level, it's enough to score three points in a league. ”

When Jia Li heard this, he raised his thick eyebrows, and said with a sneering tone: "Teacher Wang, the level of my couplets can be on par with Yang Tang, and I don't dare to do other grades!"

Yang Tang naturally knew what the people around him were laughing at, but he turned a deaf ear, like a nobody.

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