"Students, today we are going to talk about physiology, although this topic is a little difficult to talk about, but it's time not to say it. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info just yesterday because of a physiological reaction, the girl said that he was a hooligan, and he was mistakenly beaten and admitted to the hospital, and the consequences were not expected.

I heard that it was a girl who didn't die, maybe not, it was the rain that wet her clothes, making her clothes a glass window, so that men could see things that could not be seen on occasions, and had a strong physiological reaction...... "This is Cao Yuanyuan's homeroom teacher, a male teacher with glasses, his name is Lu Jun, and the principal called him to tell him the cause of the writer's beating."

"Mr. Lu, what you said is too one-sided, I have a poem written by a writer here, the full text is as follows:

'Who's spying on my future.'

I'm a free-spirited girl

Wear too much in winter

Wear too little in the summer

I leak

It's in my nature

Watermelons grow in melon patches

Passers-by walking on the road

Who's right and who's wrong

I just have to squat down

Someone will walk by?!

Peek into my future

He secretly scolded me for being a fool

Say I'm

Shameless, you'll go home

Go see your mother and sisters

That's often the case in life

Because we don't count the subsections

There will always be people who are seen as weak and foolish

But when we suddenly look up

Just caught his eyes

Stop at our chests

If you have the ability, don't break free of your eyes

Use blush to get riches

Who is a prostitute?

We are all dead people when the dog is in ****

But when the dog is playing flowers

We all heard the fairy song

God and the rainbow were seen

Greed for money is a common trait of all human beings

Reason and silence are purely a sign of retardation -

There is no such man in the world?

with eyes and fingers

In their own sisters

Feel Heaven-

We

We silly girls in the world

Often put the men of the world

Regard it as your own brother and sister'

As the writer himself said, watermelons grow in melon fields, passers-by walk on the road, who is right and who is wrong?"

"It's good, recite it again, is there anything else?" said Pi Qingsheng.

"Stop here, this is a class, not a poetry recitation. The head teacher said.

"Teacher, let's change your physiology class to literature class, let's feel the poems written by a bitter child today. Dumping Xue said.

Cao Yuanyuan has never dared to make a sound, she has been thinking about the poor writer who was beaten half to death, what kind of person is this? Will it be really as he said in his book, so poor that he has exposed his eggs?

"'A letter to a girl in early love

Rainy May

Half-opened, half-budding roses

In the rain

It's like being in a hazy fog

A drop of water is crystal clear

A heart is sad and desolate in the buds

I just hope that the clouds will open and the fog will disperse

Thousands of lights

Today's society

Those fashionable little girls

It's like a farmer using bulging money

Let the melons and fruits ripen early in the morning

-- Those girls who fell in love early

They all seem to be tall aunts

Plump and straight

In fact

This is the expansion of the times

It looks mature on the outside

But the heart is so naïve that it's a mess

How many people are under the banner of love

Plucking a leaf is a love letter

Pick up a grain of sand and think it's a diamond

Find a corner and say it's heaven

A hunter is a hunter

Even though our birds are still singing in the morning

Just a gunshot

From heaven to hell

Just like the May rose

It's still half-open and half-budding

Just crying in the rain and fog -

May it be May that is yet to come

Don't let our roses

Before it could be opened, it withered

Life is like an electrocardiogram

As long as it's alive

It's just wave after wave:

Weather, fortune, friends and lovers

It's hard to prevent

May the girls be singing

Be careful and careful

Don't let that deadly shotgun

Ringing for you

I wish all the birds of the sky

Forever singing with joy

I wish all the girls in the world

None of them were fooled by the rhetoric

It will bring you a trauma to your soul'" After reciting this poem, Chu Yunan looked up at the head teacher standing on the podium, revealing a faint smile.

"Yes, what's more, today we don't want poetry, I have forgotten that there are still poetry in the world. Lu Jun, the homeroom teacher, said.

"'The beauty of a contemporary girl

Right now

We rarely see,

Those beautiful women,

Hair that is naturally loose during labor.

That ethereal beauty,

It's so memorable!

If you are a witness of the times,

Think about it

Those few rare long hairs,

Just like the tentacles of crickets,

Bend over your forehead and hit the tip of your nose!

This memory has been in my soul since I was a cattle herder.

But I love the beauty of contemporary girls even more,

My current lover,

She's one of my best friends,

A young girl with a face like a peach blossom.

From afar, he looks like a wild boy,

I was surprised by what I found.

That's all it makes me love to death.

I swear to myself,

You have to get her hands on her—'" Chu Yu Nanzhen recited another article from the book.

"yes, is this a poem written by an honest man?" said the homeroom teacher.

"The honesty of man is not the same as the honesty of art, teacher!" said Dump Xuequn.

"I don't think you'd better be fooled by poetry, it's not a good thing. I say this because it's not suitable for our current times, unless you really want to be a beggar, and you see how many people who live by writing?

"Teacher, I heard that people who can write poetry are brain-dead, what's going on?" Cao Yuanyuan suddenly thought of a brain-dead poet who had gone viral on the Internet.

"I can't say all of them, but it's true that there are brains and good poems. One of the reasons why this is unknown to the outside world is that such people have no timetable, and they are idle anyway, as long as they like to write, they will really write decent poems over time. Because these people go out to work, who will want them? This has caused the brain-disabled to write poetry, but in fact, there is no way, the so-called poetry is the illegitimate child of fooling around with time. The teacher explained.

"Teacher, have you ever published this sentence?" said Chu Yu.

"Which one?" the teacher was puzzled.

"In the book Once Upon a Time, on page 402, there is a sentence that says, 'What is poetry? Poetry is the illegitimate child of the brain fooling around with time.'" If you ever publish what you just said in a newspaper or book, he has plagiarized you. "It's hard to say.

"No, no, I've never written anything in the press, let alone a book. That's probably the same thing. Lu Jun, the homeroom teacher, said.

After class, Cao Yuanyuan came to the hospital to see Gao Yifei alone, and she said in front of a tall man in a white coat: "At about two o'clock this afternoon, a person who claimed to be a writer was beaten half to death at the gate of our school, and the principal sent him to the hospital.

"Who is this?" said the tall man in the white coat.

Cao Yuanyuan, she was pondering, looking at this person in a white coat, there was a sense of mystery on his face, it seemed that he was going to tell a lie, otherwise he would definitely not see anyone!