Outside the Library!

Teacher Zhou was stunned -

Mr. Wang had an expression of being stung by a wasp in a casserole for a hundred and a hundred times...

"How is this possible?"

"The first line of this poem is poisonous—" Teacher Wang's face turned pale. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "It's obviously such a simple poem, how can it have such a shocking effect..."

After Mr. Zhou was shocked, he looked at Mr. Wang with a smile and a speech.

Teacher Wang hurriedly coughed several times to hide his gaffe.

"The poems made by this kid Sun Zheng can have such an effect, all relying on the children's magical brush words of Xiaoxiang..."

Teacher Zhou then looked at Mr. Wang's strong words, but he still smiled and did not speak.

All right!

It's really not that Mr. Zhou is forcibly loading the pen, but such a scene is really unexpected! Even he was shocked, don't want it...

With such ups and downs in the mood, Mr. Zhou naturally couldn't say anything excited...

"Humph!"

Mr. Wang finally calmed down his impetuous emotions. "Sun Zheng's kid, he's just going to be lucky... Hmph, just a piece of waste who can't even get into college..."

"How could he possibly make the verses that followed?!"

"Even if it is made, it will never be able to surpass the rhythm of verses such as 'rain in the Qingming season'..."

"Huh-!!"

Teacher Zhou's emotions were suddenly intensified! "Waste!?hum! You are a teacher, an elder who is a teacher!"

"Even if the students are stupid, how can you call them - rubbish?!"

"No one in this world is a waste, it's just that the current exam-oriented education has made them not find their own direction in life!"

"Going to school is a road to success in life, but it is definitely not the only way! If you work hard to learn the relevant knowledge, they will definitely succeed!"

"Live to be the best in your work!"

"Haha... It's ridiculous!" Mr. Wang also sneered directly.

"You can publish a book without learning, and you can teach without learning?"

"You can study medicine without knowledge, you can explore science without knowledge, and you can space flight without knowledge?"

"We Saturn, it's just that there are too many teachers like you to cultivate so many useless illiterates... They are the moths of society, not only can they not contribute to the progress of society, on the contrary, they also occupy resources... Pull down the pace of social progress!"

"You're a paranoid debate..."Teacher Zhou was angry again, and his chest rose and fell violently. "I'm just saying that illiteracy doesn't mean waste!

"It's not that school is bad!

"If I had this kind of thinking, would I still be a teacher for more than ten years?

"It's just that some students, they may really not be connected with boring knowledge and culture. There's no way to run down the road of life like going to school—"

"But, even if the other trails are rough and difficult, as long as we teach them from an early age to be indomitable in the face of difficulties... They're going to make their way out of their own sunny day, so they're not going to be waste!"

"Haha~"

Teacher Wang laughed: "Say more unintentionally! Let's see if Sun Zheng, who didn't find the right direction in your mouth, can continue to make the following poems on the road of learning and culture——"

Inside the Library!

Sun Zheng saw that the atmosphere of this pen was almost brewing...

"Sister, I will recite the last 3 sentences at once!"

"Brother, I'm ready—"

Looking at his sister's focused beautiful eyes, Sun Zheng swept his eyes over the group of onlookers.

Then, Sun Zheng was angry and sank into the dantian, and then-

'Ah Cut~'

In the eyes of high expectations all around, Sun Zheng sent this product out with a bold sneeze~

"Haha... Don't look at me like that!"

"I'll be shy—"

Shy peat!!

Are you really here to compose poetry?!not to be funny?!

Are you sure you're serious-

The older generation of literati only shook their heads, and Sun Zheng's sneezing completely destroyed the charm of the Qingming Festival just now...

Su Yuansu, Peng Lu, and Zhao Wu all sneered, embarrassed... There is also a face to say that the next 3 sentences are recited at the same time...

Cousin Sun Ruyi, the dead fat man Wang Dahai, and the elementary school class president Qian Xiaobin are all twitching at the corners of their mouths, Sun Zheng, this guy... It's, it's so much of his style-

Outside the Library!

Teacher Wang couldn't help laughing.

"Teacher Zhou, you are really a good student..."

However!

Before he could finish his words, there was a loud chanting of poetry in the library:

"Qingming"

"Author: Hot and sour shredded potatoes"

"During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls.

By asking where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. ”

The sound is not big, it is not small, it is not unpleasant, and it is not unpleasant!

But it was after the voice fell—

The whole world seems to be quiet all at once!

And then!

The old men of the older generation of the jury, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Association of Democracy, were all shocked Huo Ran got up, the table squeaked with their withered old hands, and the green tendons on the back of their hands bulged high because they were too excited.

"How is that possible—"

"This poem -- through the ages! Seven words!

And at this time, her sister Sun Xiaoxiang, who was also excited, but forcibly suppressed the boiling emotions in her heart, her white and tender Qianqianyu hand waved the brush, and then walked the dragon and the phoenix, and the two rows of seven-character quatrains were imprinted on the snow-white rice paper.

'Whew~'

When the last stroke of the brush in Sun Xiaoxiang's hand fell, it was as if a clear drizzle was spreading out from the rice paper, like a picture scroll... Then cover it out, infect the whole world, and at the end of the sight, deserted roads, drizzles, shepherd boys, soulbreakers...

All this is just a reversal of the downfall of the son in the context of this Qingming season...

But the silence of the last shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village-

But it suddenly dispersed the drizzle of the whole Qingming Festival, yes! Even the shepherd boy knew what his original intention was, and he knew where he belonged...

The whole "Qingming" is on rice paper...

It's all in that ink...

And with a light breeze flowing into the depths of everyone's hearts, it will not disperse for a long time...

"Ahh

Zhao Wu just screamed directly, because he was too close, his face was directly suppressed by that powerful Qingming artistic conception, and he couldn't breathe...

If it weren't for this roar, he would have suffocated to death!

And that Peng Lu was even more unbearable, and he fell to the ground directly, almost unable to get up...

This eternal poem "Qingming" is so strong that it makes his legs tremble, what kind of poem is this?

Wang Dahai and Sun Ruyi, who were a little farther away, also took a big breath, and the shocked emotions almost drowned them...

Such a poem was actually written by that otaku Sun Zheng?!

Shocking, shocking, unbelievable-

Qian Xiaobin, the head teacher of the primary school, trembled all over, and no one knew better than him what such a poem represented...

Celebrities through the ages.

Seven quatrains-

"This Sun Zheng, what kind of person is he..."

Outside the library, the expressions on the faces of Mr. Wang and Mr. Zhou were even more dramatic!