Meng Fanzhu, who was about to return to the classroom, was stopped by Gao Xiaoming, who was followed by a young lady, less than 30 years old, dressed in professional attire, with a notepad in her hand. You don't have to ask if it's a journalist, but you just don't know what to do with yourself?

"Meng Fanzhu, this is Teacher Qi Hong, a reporter from Songjiang Evening News, she has a few questions for you. After speaking, Gao Xiaoming took a step to the side and gave up his position to a female reporter, a competent teacher will not let the students in school face the people in society alone, no matter what the situation. "Okay, Director Gao" replied with a smile, looked at the female reporter and preemptively said, "Hello Teacher Qi." ”

"Hello, classmate Meng Fanzhu, I have a few questions to interview you, just a few minutes" Qi Hong looked at the smiling sunny and handsome boy in front of him, the wonderful poem just now seemed to add a unique charm to him, and even he, an adult who had worked for several years, couldn't help but be attracted to him. After seeing Meng Fanzhu nodding, he picked up the book and asked, "May I ask what is the name of the poem at the end of your speech just now? Did you create it yourself? When did you create it? If there is a background story, would you like to tell me about it?" Meng Fanzhu admired the basic professional skills of female reporters in her heart, and replied, "The name of this poem is "Love Life", which I wrote by myself. The time was before last year's final exams. At that time, after the high-intensity study in the first semester of the third year of high school, and facing the final exam, I was very tired physically and mentally, but for the sake of my future, in order not to disappoint my parents, and in order to set a good example for my younger brother, I could only grit my teeth and persevere, and write this poem to encourage myself when I relaxed my brain. This time, the school temporarily informed me to speak on behalf of the grade level, and I only had time to write a manuscript in one evening, so I deleted it and put it in the speech. This answer is decent, this is a rhetoric that I thought of yesterday, but Gao Xiaoming didn't ask in the morning, and now it's not bad to sell it directly to female reporters. Qi Hong's eyes lit up after hearing this: "This is not the whole poem, just an excerpt? Can you read the whole poem to me? Why don't you use the whole poem?" is another series of questions, the whole poem, the whole poem! If I tell the love paragraph in front of the leaders of the Education Department, it would be good to keep the whole corpse! Meng Fanzhu vomited in his heart, and replied with a smile on his face, "The whole poem contains my longing for love, which does not fit today's occasion, so it is deleted, do you want to hear it?" Saying that, he looked at Gao Xiaoming, and after getting Gao Xiaoming's nod, he turned his head and read the whole poem to the expectant female reporter

I don't think I'll be able to make it

Since you have chosen the distance

Just take care of the wind and rain

I don't think about whether I can win love

Since I love roses

and be brave enough to confide in sincerity

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me

Since the goal is horizon

All that is left to the world is the back

I don't think about whether the future will be flat or muddy

Just love life

Everything is expected

(This poem is not included in the word count of this chapter, but only a complete display of the classics)

Showing all the original works is a tribute to the original author, although there is no Wang Guozhen as a great poet in this world, but such a classic work should not be buried. Elevating oneself to the status of an evangelist can be an effective way to relieve feelings of guilt in one's heart, of course. Meng Fanzhu's voice has just passed the voice change period, very thick, with a hint of hoarseness, different from the loud voice of the speech just now, at this moment he is reciting in a deep voice, and there is a kind of vicissitudes in his voice, which makes Gao Xiaoming and the female reporter immersed in the artistic conception of the poem. Modern poetry began with the vernacular translation of foreign poems in the late Qing Dynasty, and later developed with the implementation of vernacular Chinese. In 1953, Taiwan's great poet Ji Xuan founded the Modern Poetry Society, formally established the concept of modern poetry, and then a number of outstanding modern poets such as Beidao, Gu Cheng, and Haizi emerged in the mainland, and modern poetry has gradually become an indispensable part of contemporary literature, and the public also likes this kind of free-spirited and direct poetry, but with the suicide of some poets in the eighties and nineties, a black veil has been cast on modern poetry, and there are fewer and fewer classics, and after 2000, there are few poems that make people shine. Therefore, when Qi Hong heard Meng Fanzhu's "Love Life", her keen sense of news made her feel that this student might be a future poet, so she rushed over immediately after the event.

After Meng Fanzhu finished reciting this poem, Qi Hong looked at the young high school student in front of him in surprise, the vicissitudes of life just now were definitely not an illusion, and the reaction of Director Gao Xiaoming next to him was evidence. "The whole poem is actually like this, and sure enough, the connotation and artistic conception have reached a higher level, if I publish your poem in the report, is it okay?" Qi Hong asked. "Of course, this can be regarded as a gift to my alma mater before graduation," Meng Fanzhu replied briskly. Director Gao Xiaoming nodded slightly, and the student's recognition of the school was an affirmation of the teacher's work, and he felt very relieved at this time.

Back in class, English class has begun, and in order to make up for the 10 minutes delayed in the activity just now, the third and fourth periods are connected.

When the lunch break bell rang, many students came over, some praised their speeches well, and some wanted to transcribe poems. glanced at Song Yang and asked him to occupy a seat first. It took about 10 minutes to deal with the enthusiasm of the classmates. Seeing that Anya was still waiting for herself, her heart was very beautiful. "Are you in a hurry, let's go," Anya nodded, "just finished a question," got up, and walked out of the classroom side by side with Meng Fanzhu. What an empathetic girl!

When they arrived at the cafeteria, Song Yang and Zhou Ling had already cooked all the meals for the four of them. Song Yang, who had just sat down and held back for half a morning, finally seized the opportunity to speak, "I haven't heard you say when you will write poetry." You have to write a poem for me after the college entrance examination, and I want to take it to the university to show off to the seniors! Do you hear me?" Looking at the dead fat man who was unabashed, Meng Fanzhu patted his head, "Hurry up!", realizing that what he said was not the occasion, Song Yang blushed, secretly glanced at Zhou Ling, who was covering his mouth and smiling, and lowered his head to eat. Anya said, "When you get to the provincial map in a while, you read the poem again, and Zhou Ling and I want to transcribe it." ”

Meng Fanzhu, who had never seen Anyati's request, was flattered, "No problem, do you want what I just said, or do you want it to be complete?" Hearing that there was actually a full version of the poem, Song Yang also raised his head. Meng Fanzhu read it again, and peddled the reason again, and Anya said while bowing her head to eat, "I want the full version." The girl's ears turned red again.

In the afternoon, as soon as the four of them returned to the classroom from the provincial library, it was pouring spring rain outside, and the green branches of the trees swayed in the wind, as if welcoming the arrival of spring. The hand-copied version of "Love Life" has been spread throughout the school, and many teachers have secretly copied it in their notepads. In the first class, Meng Fanzhu lay on the table and secretly looked at the talent value, which rose to 9816 points, and a slight estimate showed that almost 10 people could only get a little talent value, and it seemed that it was a bit difficult to obtain the talent value! After school, Anya was still picked up by her family, probably because she wanted the girl to have more time to rest.

Although the rain is not big, but the temperature still drops a few degrees, Songjiang is not as good as Jiangnan, the weather in April is raining home, you will definitely catch a cold, Meng Fanzhu, who did not bring an umbrella, had to take a taxi home. I passed by a newsstand and bought a copy of the Songjiang Evening News, and sure enough, the second and a half pages published a report on Director Yin Hongqi's inspection of the Ninth Middle School, a complete publication of the leader's speech and an expert to interpret it, and a mention of his name at the end, and attached the poem in the speech to the back.

When he got home, he handed the newspaper to his mother and reported the situation during the day, which aroused the excitement of his family, and Meng Fanzhu enjoyed his father's relief, his mother's excitement, and his younger brother's worship. Subsequently, under the call of my mother, the whole family quickly settled the dinner and sat in the living room, turned on the TV and waited for the Songjiang news that started at 18:00, after the news of the secretary of the municipal party committee and the mayor, the inspection of the ninth middle school was ranked fourth, a total of 30 seconds, and the panoramic shot of Meng Fanzhu standing on the host stage and speaking appeared in the last two seconds. The mother muttered and complained that Meng Fanzhu didn't tell her in advance, so she could say hello to her colleagues and show her son's footage for a few more seconds. I understand my mother's mood of wanting to be more photogenic, but I know the city-level news broadcast, how many seconds each piece of news, how many seconds each character and scene are regulated, and the news of the new director inspecting the high school, it would be good for a student representative to have 2 seconds of footage. After appeasing his mother and returning to the house, Meng Fanzhu jumped on the bed and couldn't wait to open the interface. (The interface does not count as a word count)

Scholar Role: Meng Fanzhu (the average value of normal healthy adults in parentheses)

Physical Condition: Healthy

Health: 60 (50)

Talent value: 50012

Basic attributes: Strength 6 (5), Agility 6 (5), Constitution 6 (5), Spirit 6 (5)

Hidden Attributes: Perception 7 (5), Charisma 6 (5), Focus 6 (5)

Six Arts Skills:

Etiquette - Eloquence intermediate

Music - Guitar Intermediate, Singing Intermediate

Shooting - Bajiquan Intermediate

Royal - Car driving beginner

Calligraphy - Calligraphy Advanced, Chinese Advanced, English Advanced, History Advanced, Politics Advanced, Geography Intermediate

Mathematics - Advanced

Inventory: None

Pet Slot: Three Treasures

A full 50,000 talents! Meng Fanzhu suddenly felt that he had a lot of money and wealth.

(End of this chapter, read the next chapter)