"The flat boat falls on the Bibo Lake, and the pavilion is built under the white feather platform. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info A song of laughter and songs, a few beautiful gentlemen begged. Under the shade of green trees, a trace of fishing line is carried on the back of the basket. The children chased after each other, and the fish were so frightened that they did not take the bait. My daughter's eyes are frequent, and she hates the man, why don't you pick flowers and wear her hair?"

"Mo Yan, I can't see that you still have such a good literary talent!" Mo Yan took his eyes away from the beautiful scenery, and then turned his head to see Hu Jiayao coming over.

"Hehe, what do you say, why are you here?"

"Those students are like wolves, how can I compete with them? They have eaten all my fried vegetables, and they don't sit together and divide each other. ”

Mo Yan looked over, and sure enough, these students took out the food they brought and you gave it to him, and he gave it to you, and he was very happy to eat.

"Jia Yao, I have heard that you have outstanding literary talents, first-class poetry, and are a famous talented girl in our school! Today on this Mingxin Lake, why don't we also come to meet friends with poetry and recite beautiful rivers and mountains? You and I are both Chinese teachers, and this is also our business. ”

After listening to Mo Yan's words, Hu Jiayao's eyes lit up and said with a smile: "This proposal is good, I listened to your poem just now, you are a big rival!"

"We've won a prize! Then we've got to have a bright name! Come on, you can sit down too." Mo Yan moved his butt as he spoke, giving way to Hu Jiayao.

Hu Jiayao didn't refuse, and went up and sat next to Mo Yan.

"I think it's called the 'Mingxin Lake Poetry and Literature Competition', how about it?" Hu Jiayao pondered for a moment, and suddenly said to Mo Yan with a smile.

The two of them sat next to each other, and the breath that Hu Jiayao spewed out when she spoke sprayed onto Mo Yan's face, Mo Yan secretly said that it was so fragrant! But he didn't show it, he knew Hu Jiayao's temper, this girl was sensitive, if she showed it directly, then where could there be a second time in such a scene now.

"'Mingxin Lake Poetry and Literature Competition'? It sounds indecent, we are cultural people, and we can't engage in such untechnical things!"

"You, you're laughing at me, you!" Hu Jiayao heard Mo Yan's joke, and couldn't help but reach out and slapped Mo Yan's shoulder, and then said, "Since I can't get into your eyes, then please ask the respected Teacher Mo to reward a name, right?"

Mo Yan pondered for a while before he said slowly: "In ancient times, there was a "Preface to the Lanting Collection", and today we are not considered to be a group of sages, let alone a young man. But it's sunny and picturesque. We don't talk about poetry for comparison, just to meet friends with literature. So why don't we pick up people's teeth and have a poetry collection?"

Hu Jiayao agreed with Mo Yan's proposal, and sincerely admired Mo Yan's ability to quote scriptures and classics. She nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, this proposal is appropriate, so have you decided on the name of this poetry collection?"

"Hmm......" Mo Yan pondered for a moment, then said, "How about Yan Yao's Poetry Collection? There are your names and mine in it, so it's fair!"

"No," Hu Jiayao said categorically, just when Mo Yan thought that his statement provoked Hu Jiayao to apologize, Hu Jiayao suddenly said, "Why is your name in front and my name behind!"

"Uh, okay, well, in that case, then it's called "Yaoyan Poems", this is always okay, right? Wait, "Yaoyan Poems"?"

Seeing Mo Yan's stupid reaction, Hu Jiayao laughed out loud, and then pointed at Mo Yan and laughed while muttering the strange name of "Yaoyan Poetry Collection".

In the end, Hu Jiayao could only take a step back, so let's call it "Yan Yao's Poetry Collection"!

While the two of them were talking and laughing here, a group of classmates on the other side were pointing at the two of them and talking to each other.

"The situation is already clear, Mr. Mo and Mr. Hu are in love, it seems that it is not in vain that we have created so many opportunities for the two of them. Li Yafei said.

Zhou Xiaodie nodded and said, "Originally, I thought that I had to stage a heroic drama to save the beauty in order to make the relationship between the two go further." Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that things kept going on along the way, and Mr. Mo finally seized the opportunity. These two people go with the flow and have a good impression of each other, what a fairy couple!"

"Little Brother Mo is so, you look at the way he looks at Mr. Hu, it's disgusting!" Song Xiaoxiao suddenly pouted and rolled her eyelids and snorted.

Li Yafei and Zhou Xiaodie looked at Song Xiaoxiao together, and immediately laughed when they saw her cute appearance.

"This Teacher Mo is really capable, Teacher Hu is a famous iceberg beauty in our school! Duan Peng has pursued Teacher Hu for so long, but Teacher Hu has never even looked at him. Now, as soon as Mr. Mo came, Mr. Hu actually dissolved the ice. Brother Xiaobing, you see how compatible these two people are! I have long said that Duan Peng's kid is worthy of Teacher Hu, and only our Teacher Mo has that qualification. ”

Hu Xiaobing looked at Hu Jiayao and Mo Yan talking and laughing, and he was also a little happy in his heart. Hu Jiayao is now twenty-seven years old, and it will be even more difficult if she doesn't get married!

"Well, it's a good match, it's a good match!" Although he didn't know Mo Yan's true family background, Hu Xiaobing still felt that even if he was poor, as long as Hu Jiayao liked it, what else was there to consider? Besides, Mo Yan's character was well known and he was definitely a reliable man.

As the old saying goes, spring sleepiness and summer lack of autumn napping, winter and March when you can't wake up. After lunch, Mo Yan let the schools sleep in the tents they set up, and at this time, Mo Yan sent someone to clean up the lawn that the students had messed up. At about half past two in the afternoon, Mo Yan and Hu Jiayao woke up the students who were addicted to sleep, and only after everyone finished freshening up did they tell them about their plans and Hu Jiayao's plans. This proposal received a warm response from the students, although there was little ink in the stomach, but since Mo Yan talked about poetry, there are still many students who spontaneously carry out the tentative creation of poetry. Of course, most of them are little girls, they are delicate, they like this kind of poetry and song the most, and it is common to do one or two songs occasionally. Now, Mo Yan and Hu Jiayao's proposal undoubtedly makes them doubly excited. No one doesn't want to be noticed in front of everyone, and vanity and self-esteem are always things that people strive for.

So under the intense and fierce struggle, the students were divided into two groups, one by Mo Yan as the team leader, and the other by Hu Jiayao as the team leader, and everyone sat against each other in two factions. At this time, out of nowhere, a few characters from the aunt gathered came over, and they were boiling water as if no one was around.

"Our poetry this time is not based on competitions, but mainly for free creation, and then others will judge on their behalf. In this way, I'll come to a song first, which can be regarded as throwing bricks and attracting jade!" Mo Yan stood up, after he finished speaking, while walking slowly, he looked at the scenery in front of him, and tried his best to collect all kinds of information, "Slap", Mo Yan clapped his palms, and then said, "Listen to me! ”

"It's over?" Song Xiaoxiao looked at Mo Yan, and was waiting for him to continue, but found that Mo Yan stopped and returned to his place to sit down.

"Hey, what kind of poetry is this? It's just a few idioms, Mr. Mo is really good at fooling people!" Qian Xueshu looked at Mo Yan who was sitting opposite, and said unceremoniously.

"Teacher Mo, it seems that the students are not satisfied with your excellent work! I think you should hurry up and finish it, and don't let them underestimate you again. Hu Jiayao said with a smile.

Mo Yan nodded appreciatively at Hu Jiayao with a smile and then said: "Mingxin Lake is gentle and smooth, and the willows on the white bank are clear. This faction is a beautiful river and mountain, and it is a splendid chapter. My poem is called "Spring". ”

"yes, yes. ”

"It's amazing. ”

Applause.

"Then I'll do the following one. Hu Jiayao said, also stood up, walked lightly, stepped on the grass and made a "rustling" sound, "I strolled here / in this warm spring light / walked on the grass / listened to the secrets they were whispering / walked on the shore of the lake / and the lightly drooping willows were like leaving / and then took a handful of gentle lake water / looked at the soft sunlight in the water, the beautiful self in the sun." Hu Jiayao thought casually, subdued and frustrated, full of emotion, and suddenly immersed all the people present in the beautiful world that Hu Jiayao had long had, glanced at the intoxicated people, Hu Jiayao lightly opened her lips, and said: "This poem of mine is called "Spring". "Whoa, whoa, whoa, ......whoa," and the enthusiastic applause rang out.

"Next, who will try it?" Mo Yan said, looking at everyone present, seeing that some people lowered their heads, some people were looking at the surrounding scenery, and some people were whispering with their classmates, these people didn't seem to hear Mo Yan's words, trying their best not to be clicked on by Mo Yan.

"I think I'll have another one, it seems that everyone's enthusiasm is not high, then I'll make another song, I hope that after I finish speaking, someone will stand up. After Hu Jiayao finished speaking, she stood up again and said casually: "The geese are full of dust/The fallen leaves are missing/Drift away with the cold wind/Yesterday's time will not come again/Will not stand at the same shore/Wait/Migration, flowing water carries the sweetness of morning and dusk/Falls into the warm days/Don't wait any longer, dear/I won't come back." This poem of mine is called "Waiting."

"Hey, Mr. Hu, you have nothing to do with the scene in front of us!" Zhou Xiaodie first heard the difference, and said busily, "And how do you listen to it, it seems that Mr. Hu is rejecting the pursuit of a certain boy!"

"Uh," Hu Jiayao was stunned for a moment, and everyone looked at Hu Jiayao and then at Mo Yan, this scene made Hu Jiayao's face slightly red, "No, no, no, this is a poem I wrote before, the reason why I say this one is to tell everyone not to be limited to the scenery in front of you, we can talk about any topic here, so you can speak freely without restrictions." ”

"Well, what Mr. Hu said is right!" Mo Yan said and stood up, since this is the case, then I will make another song. "The geese are full of agarwood and falling leaves, and the cold wind is as sad as it was at that time. Yesterday time has flown by, and there is only partridge crying in the old garden. The flowing water still flows eastward, just like the ocean that does not return. There is no lover in the sky, and the white head is unsolved. This poem of mine is also called "Waiting". ”

"Listen, just now Mr. Mo finished talking about a song "Spring", and Mr. Hu immediately came to a song "Spring", the artistic conception and imagery are similar. Now Mr. Hu has just finished writing a song "Waiting", and Mr. Mo immediately followed a song "Waiting". If these two people weren't a little fancy, I wouldn't believe it!" Li Yafei said with a smile to Song Xiaoxiao beside her.

"We can't just sit stupidly and just listen to the two of them flirting and scolding each other, secretly sending Qiubo, we have to add some material to them. Song smiled and suddenly giggled.

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