Multimedia classroom in No. 2 Middle School.

The multimedia class in No. 2 Middle School is generally used for music lessons, as well as some multimedia lessons. However, these lessons are relatively rare. Most of the time, the multimedia class is empty, but because the multimedia class is relatively large, many times many programs in the second middle school will be rehearsed in the multimedia class.

This time, the county organized a reading contest for the first grade of high school, and the second middle school attached great importance to it, and also organized teacher guidance. At this time, Su Jingru brought more than 20 students from the school to the multimedia classroom.

"Well, guys, I'm sure you're pretty much ready these days. So, today, you will treat it as a real reading competition, and the teacher will evaluate each of you for reading aloud. Then you go back and refer to it for yourself, and practice a little more. In a few days, the official competition will be. Well, the first Guo Yueying. ”

"Hello teachers, what I am bringing today is a recitation of the great motherland's poetry. ”

A girl named Guo Yueying in the front row stepped forward, bowed down to the crowd, and then officially began to recite.

"Whenever I'm approaching in the middle of the night, looking at the other side of the sea, I can always think of your name......"

A few minutes later, the girl from Guo Yueying finished reciting.

Su Jingru, the tutor on the side, commented, "Guo Yueying, your performance today is good, and you have improved a lot compared to before." Still, your feelings aren't open enough. You have not yet become immersed in the poet's emotions, and I hope that you will go back and look at the poet's personal introduction and the social situation corresponding to the poet at the time of writing this poem. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Su. ”

"Okay, second place, Wang Yingying. ”

About an hour later, Su Jingru called out Zhang Huiping's name.

"Zhang Huiping, it's your turn. ”

"Yes, Mr. Su. ”

Hearing her name called, Zhang Huiping was a little nervous, and her little face was slightly red. Probably seeing Zhang Huiping's nervousness, Su Jingru smiled at her, "It's okay, just read the text aloud in the morning." ”

"Hmm. ”

Nodding slightly, Zhang Huiping walked to the front desk, took three deep breaths, and Zhang Huiping began to read aloud.

"Hello teachers, what I bring to you is an essay called Poplar Praise"

"The car is running on the plateau where there is no boundary, and what hits your field of vision is a large blanket of yellow and green. Loess is soil, uncultivated virgin soil, the crust of the Loess Plateau that was successfully piled up by great natural forces hundreds of thousands of years ago......"

This essay was naturally written by Huang Yifan to Zhang Huiping.

At this time, as soon as Zhang Huiping spoke, this prose showed his extraordinary.

Whether it is the words used in the prose, or the sound produced by the combination of words, it is also extremely melancholy and beautiful. Of course, what is even more rare is that just one sentence, the picture of a loess high slope is rushing to the face. Su Jingru, who was standing in the audience, was also intoxicated by Zhang Huiping's poetic prose, and she closed her eyes slightly. Following the voice of Zhang Huiping reading, one colorful picture after another appeared in my mind.

"The green ones are the result of the victory of human labor over nature, and they are wheat fields. The wind blows, turning up round after round of green waves - at this time, you will really admire the two words "wheat waves" created by the people of the past, if it is not a clever hand, it is indeed the essence of tempered language......"

When the word Mai Lang appeared, Su Jingru's mind was really as written in the prose, and a round of green waves was turned. This is even more beautiful than what was filmed on TV.

It's just that at this moment, Su Jingru sighed.

She opened her eyes.

looked at Zhang Huiping, who was still reading at the front desk, but there was incomparably incredible in her eyes.

How could she never read this essay?

You know, how could Su Jingru, who graduated from the Chinese Department, not read the well-known works.

And this prose read by Zhang Huiping, needless to say, is more classic than most of the prose she has read before.

It's just that for the time being, Su Jingru didn't bother her.

This prose is so classic that even if she has a lot of questions in her heart, she can't bear to spoil the beauty in front of her.

Zhang Huiping's voice continued.

"Yellow and green reign, boundless, and open, if it weren't for the distant peaks of the distant mountains that remind you, you would have forgotten that the car was driving on the plateau. The thought that comes to you may be "majestic", "great", or something like that, but at the same time your eyes may feel a little tired, you close your eyes to the current "majestic" or "great", and another flavor grows in your mind - "monotony". Isn't it monotonous, a little bit?"

Hearing this, Su Jingru frowned.

Odd.

Just now, I had just spread out a beautiful scenery of the Loess Plateau, why did it suddenly destroy it?

Monotony?

Have it?

Such a beautiful place, even people who have never been to the Loess Plateau are attracted by the pictures depicted before. However, no one could have imagined that the pen would turn at this time. Speaking directly about everything you just saw, even if you will give birth to a trace of greatness, majestic and other words, but it is inevitably monotonous.

It's so strange, is there such a way of writing?

Su Jingru secretly felt a pity that such an amazing beginning was ruined by these few words.

No wonder I haven't read this essay.

I think it's also because it ruined the charm of the whole prose in this place and gave the whole prose a huge discount.

However, what Su Jingru never expected was.

After a turn of the pen, the author took an even more shocking turn.

"But if in an instant you raise your eyes and see a row of trees in the distance—nay, or even only three or five, one, towering proudly like sentinels, what will be your sleepy mood?" I cried out in amazement.

That's the poplar tree, an ordinary tree in the Northwest Pole, but it's not an ordinary tree. ”

At this point, the voice has gradually become high-pitched.

Su Jingru was also moved by the sound of reading, and a tree instantly appeared in front of her.

Even if what I said above is just a kind of tree that looks ordinary, a kind of tree that is very ordinary. But because of that surprise, because of that one towering, because of that one sentence that describes like a sentinel. A tall, towering tree appeared.

Such a tree may not be ordinary, or it may not be ordinary.

Sure enough, it was at this moment.

"It's a tree that strives to go upstream, with straight stems and straight branches." Its stem is usually a zhang high, as if it is artificial, and there are no side branches within one zhang...... This is a tree that has maintained its stubbornness despite the pressure of the wind and snow in the north. Even if it is only the thickness of the bowl, it strives to develop upward, as high as zhang Xu, two zhang, towering to the sky, indomitable, against the northwest wind. This is the poplar tree, an ordinary tree in the Northwest Pole, but it is by no means an ordinary tree!

A stone finally fell to the ground.

Where is this prose inferior, it is clearly a masterpiece of superiority.

Moreover, the writing technique of two turns of the pen sets off the extraordinary nature of this poplar tree.

High.

It's too clever.

This essay is really cleverly written.

couldn't help but think of the "gathering of scattered spirits" proposed by the literary war a few days ago, and also remembered the back of the song that cried for it. Isn't this prose also a representative work of "Scattered Spirits"? Even if it does not reach the height of the back, it still reaches an extremely high realm.

It's just that who wrote this such a classic prose?

Also, how could this essay be read out by Zhang Huiping?