"My enlightenment teacher's surname is Mao, his name is Runzhi, he was a soldier when he was young, and he participated in the anti-Japanese invasion war and the anti-encirclement war. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Old Man Mao's glorious deeds Chenyang didn't dare to forge it, except for some key information, the others were all said one by one.

"******?" Elder Li frowned and muttered.

At the same time, the people in the poetry club were all talking to each other, and after Chenyang said the three words ******, one counted as one, with confusion and confusion on their faces.

******？

Who is it?

Could it be some retired poet?

But no, they can count those people with their eyes closed.

Only Qian Lao seemed to hear a satisfactory answer, clapped his hands and praised, "No wonder, no wonder, no wonder this poem is full of the pride of a soldier, it turned out to be written by a veteran old gentleman, young man, I don't know if your master is still alive, if so, can you help the old man to introduce him?"

I'll go.

That's fine.

When I was writing poetry just now, I was skeptical and speculative, and now my buddy just said that there is an enlightenment teacher, and you just applaud and recommend it?

Where can I introduce you, I haven't seen Grandpa Mao.

I felt a chill in my heart, but Chenyang's face was silent, "Teacher Mao has traveled west in his early years, if he is still alive, he will definitely be willing to come over and learn from the teachers." ”

"That's right. Qian Lao sighed abruptly, and said regretfully, "It's just that I was born a few years late, otherwise I must visit the old gentleman even if I climb up and wade in the water." ”

After a pause, Qian Lao seemed to think of something, "Young man, has your enlightenment teacher ever written any other poems?" I wonder if you can write them for us to see?"

"Yes, young man, do you have any posthumous writings for the old gentleman? ”

"The old gentleman's masterpiece will never be just such a poem. ”

"Write, young man. ”

The uncles and aunts who were still talking about it just now and couldn't stand in the cold wind changed their words when they heard Qian Lao's words, and the onlookers were not stupid.

"Don't ink anymore, write another one. ”

"Yes, don't be stingy, write it out and we'll see. ”

"Take out good things and share them with everyone, don't hide them. ”

"It's just a poem, and it's not very difficult, so let's write it quickly. ”

Oops,.

This group of viewers who eat watermelon is really not a big deal to watch the excitement, of course, there is more than this poem by Old Man Mao, but the buddies have all written, where will they go to pretend to be forced in the future?

Not very difficult yet?

Do you know how much of your buddy's belly is alive?

In his heart, Chenyang pretended to be very embarrassed, "I have only memorized this one of Mr. Mao's poems, and as for whether he has written other poems, I was very young at that time, so I don't know very well." ”

Hearing Chenyang say this, the uncles and aunts in the poetry club have expressed their understanding, after all, they can be called enlightenment teachers, usually at the stage of kindergarten, but at the same time of understanding, many people also secretly blamed Chenyang for not knowing the goods with their eyes, and they still have leisure to play with such a teacher.

The uncles and aunts of the poetry club understand, but the onlookers don't do it, and there is only one song? Who are you kid coaxing? There must be others, that is, your kid is unwilling to take it out!

For a while, the poetry club was deafened by the cries of the onlookers, although they didn't necessarily know much about poetry, but they really wanted to see the excitement, this kid wrote a poem can make the old man and his wife here like taking medicine to get excited, this is a lot of coke.

"Young man, you don't want to write another one. ”

"yes, otherwise this big guy wouldn't be fun. ”

"The crowd is so loud, don't be embarrassed. ”

"That's it, for the sake of our old guys, let's recite another song. ”

There are Hun people who open the way in front, and those uncles and aunts who have doubts in their hearts are not embarrassed, and they hope that Chenyang can come up with another poem to cheer everyone up.

Qian Lao also spoke, "Young man, since you don't know Mr. Mao's poems, but Mr. Mao is your enlightenment teacher, and he must have taught you to write poems, why don't you write one?"

Although Qian Lao also felt that Chenyang was deliberately shirking and refusing to write, who let the family meet him in Pingshui, and he was not his grandson, he would be trained if he wanted to.

The most important thing is that this knowledge is intangible, it cannot be seen or touched, and people say that there is no more, what can he do? Is it possible that he can still open people's belly to see?

Qian Lao opened his mouth, but Li Lao couldn't sit still, "It's a child, Mr. Mao's attainments are so high, his subtlety towards you must be not small, don't be shy, write a poem boldly." ”

Teacher Wang nodded, "That's it, young man, don't shirk it, to tell you the truth, our group of old guys have been fond of poetry since they were young, and if you don't make one today, we won't enjoy watching it." ”

"Yes, yes, child, you can pity the poor aunt, write another poem, otherwise this aunt will not sleep well when she goes back tonight. ”

Get!

It was trapped for that.

Although no one stopped Chenyang from leaving, looking at the eager eyes of the uncles and aunts around him, he really lost his grace.

The original owner is not popular here, and he still thinks about welcoming him when he walks in the aisle in the future, how can he lose his character now, besides, if he becomes famous in the future, how bad it will be to be dug up by the paparazzi.

This man has to have faith, and all principles are floating clouds.

Gritting his teeth, Chenyang said, "I really don't know about Mr. Mao's works, but since everyone loves him so much, how about I write a poem and read it out for everyone to have fun?"

The uncles and aunts of the poetry club did not answer, but the crowd of onlookers was high, pulling their necks and shouting one by one.

"Good!"

"Read it. ”

"Say it. ”

"We'll hear it. ”

"Wait, lad. Qian Lao made a pause movement, walked to the table in two steps, picked up the brush and said to the middle-aged man, "Also, grind." ”

This group of old scholars did not use ready-made ink to write calligraphy, but used graphite, and Chenyang did not understand this, nor did he know the difference between the two.

However, looking at Qian Lao's current troubles, it is clear that he wants to copy down the words he is waiting for, of course, this also shows that Qian Lao looks down on the words he writes.

Ready, Qian Lao said, "Young man, you can read it." ”

"Ahem,"

Clearing his throat, Chenyang read aloud.

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests. ”

Take a step outside and continue to chant, "Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, and be fierce." ”

A few more steps outward, "Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons." Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad!"

When the onlookers saw Chenyang coming, they gave way to him, Chenyang's expression changed suddenly, and he hurriedly shouted, "Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing;

"Good!!"

After reading the sentence, there was applause all around.

At the beginning of the applause, I only heard the young man who had already come out of the crowd shouting with a sense of generosity and righteousness, "Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood." Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

"Good poem, good poem! Young man, your attainments can be said to be above Teacher Mao, what is the name of this poem......? Huh, what about people?"

Qian Lao wrote quickly, and as soon as Chenyang finished reading, he had already finished copying it, and then he came back to his senses from the whole poem, and when he raised his head, he found that the young man who composed the poem had disappeared, and immediately shouted at the middle-aged man angrily, "Yizhi, why don't you stop it." ”