Boom, boom, boom

In Mr. Wang's head, there were almost a dozen nuclear bombs that exploded devastatingly, if it weren't for his thick skin, he would have been invulnerable, otherwise he would have vomited thirty liters of blood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"How so?"

The heart fell like Mount Tai. "How so?!"

"Such a seven-word quatrain, could it be that illiterate Sun Zheng?!"

"When is this world going crazy directly..."

Teacher Zhou sneered.

"It's not that the world is crazy, it's that you're crazy—"

In fact, Mr. Zhou still wanted to say some more sarcastic words, after all, just now this disrespectful teacher said so many bad things about his students. What is illiterate on the left, what is a waste on the right ...

Now that Sun Zheng is making such a horrific poem, it is estimated that he will directly cripple his old face!

'Sun Zheng, this kid, is really going to rise this time! During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. Absolutely! It's absolutely stunning! This poem...'

If you didn't know that there has not been a decent poem in the Qingming Festival since ancient times, Mr. Zhou might still suspect that this poem was plagiarized by Sun Zheng!

"But! The verses in the Qingming Festival, combined since ancient times, are not as good as this one-"

I heard that Sun was writing a web novel, and at first I thought it wouldn't be anything... But today, this seven-word quatrain impressed Mr. Zhou...

All right!

In fact, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and even if he mocked Teacher Wang a few more words, he felt that he had more than enough strength to do so......

Because, instead of ridiculing Teacher Wang, he felt that at this time, he was used to move Sun Zheng, a student who had never been so prominent in his life, and this was the thing he should be most proud of as Sun Zheng's enlightenment teacher...

Inside the Library!

50 seconds passed...

1 minute and 20 seconds passed...

It's still quiet all around!

Sun Zheng could feel that the atmosphere around him was slowly saturated, and all this was just because of such a "Qingming" poem.

A seven-character quatrain doesn't have that much effect!

However, if it is made by the otaku Sun Zheng, and then written by the speechless calligraphy of his sister Sun Xiaoxiang.

Then everything is already super-god-

This moment!

Sun Zheng had a satisfied smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his sister Sun Xiaoxiang's soft and boneless little hand, and then in his sister's stunned expression, it was like a pair of ~ immortals who were about to leave the mortal world!

Sun Zheng left with his sister!

But on the simple table, the rice paper with the poem "Qingming" written on it still suppresses everything...

Let the atmosphere around you be relaxed at all!

"This rice paper, how bad it is to put it here..."A literati veteran stood up, he walked towards the psalm step by step with a shy face, and when he looked closely, it was not difficult to find that his eyes were hot at the moment.

"I'll put this pair of rice paper away first! When he sees that amazing little poet again, I will give it back to him..."

However, before his old hand could touch the rice paper, he was beaten by another old hand.

"You old immortal, you're too shameless..."

"Such national poems, such national characters, you still dare to take it for yourself... Even if I want to save it on my behalf, it will have to be saved by me, a local literati old-timer..."

"Cut—"

"Shhh

There was a chorus of contempt all around.

"Still a local literati old-timer?! I think you're an old bastard... With such a national treasure-level existence, you dare to take it for yourself, and you are really not afraid of a thunderbolt killing you! ”

Another old-timer strode over, and after looking at the poems on the rice paper twice, he couldn't take his eyes off!

"Tut-tut~ This poem is amazing... From now on, on this Saturn, no one will ever say that there are no good poems to read on the Qingming Festival——"

"Tut-tut~This word is so beautiful... I can't believe that such a beautiful girl, with a brush in one hand, can write such a rhyme poem..."

"This brother and sister are really amazing, the two complement each other, and one is indispensable!"

"Without this word in this poem, it is like a giant without armor... And if there is no poem for this word, it is a giant without a soul!! ”

"In order to preserve these national treasures, it's up to me..."

However, before the old man could finish his sentence, he was kicked down.

For a time, almost all the literati of the older generation of the jury rushed over.

"Hey! Don't rob—"

"You dead old man is 8~9 years old, and you're still robbing me with you, it's too shameless..."

"You want a pen face?! You're 7 years old..."

“……”

"Hey! Who's kicking my ass-"

"Damn, who stuck my eye-"

"Who's picking my nose, I'm calling it indecent ......"

Around!

Those dumbfounded viewers were all confused-

This! Is this still the group of old-timers of the jury who stood tall just now??

Nima~

The stinky rascals are better than them.

At the jury, Su Yuansu sat there alone like eating Xiang, he remembered, but his butt seemed to be stuck with glue.

I don't want to get up, it's like rows of pushpins naughtily ravaging his delicate ass...

He didn't just have a look on his face now! Even in the depths of his heart, it was as uncomfortable as eating Xiang...

"That guy Sun Zheng, obviously didn't even get into a university back then..."

'Obviously, the book "Breaking the Sky" became popular at the beginning, and then it hit the street directly-'

'How so?! How can it be?! In this kind of literati competition for talents, an original ancient poem of "Qingming" infected all the old antiques crazy..."

'It's so unfair! ’

'It's so uncomfortable! ’

You must know that in order to leave some reputation in the publishing industry today, he spent half a month meditating on a Qingming poem...

He just wanted to wait for the last, when someone asked about his young talent's psalms?

He then pretended to do a 'temporary creation on the spot'...

Konima !!

Sun Zheng's "Qingming" was written by his perverted sister with a national hand...

All right!

Su Yuan, Su Su's painstaking work can be completely stillborn-

Damn it, it doesn't even have a bubble...

But what made him most uncomfortable was that in the face of the "Qingming" poem on the rice paper, he unexpectedly... I even have a feeling of wanting to take it for myself!!

Except for Zhao Wu and Peng Lu, there is no one in the audience!

They had just come closest to this psalm on rice paper, so, in that moment!

The two of them were forcibly pushed to the ground by the group of older literati who seemed to have mad cow disease, and then they were trampled, and then trampled, and then trampled by a round of big shoe boards...

A little later, 1234, again...

Wang Dahai usually looks stupid and stupid, but when his life is seriously threatened, he and Sun Ruyi, who is more vigilant, hurriedly retreat in a thousandth of a second, so that they can be ravaged by the crazy old-timers.

"This "Qingming" poem... Is it that good? ”

Sun Ruyi looked at the group of crazy old men... Oh! It's a group of old hooligans fighting, and it's a little incomprehensible!

Even she feels that the seven-word quatrain "Qingming" is really good...

But you dead old men... Oh no, it's the old-timers, all of whom are about to enter the coffin board, and they are making a big move for a pair of poems written on rice paper... Tsk, look at the old man with all the flower panties pulled out... It's a shame~

On the side, Qian Xiaobin, the head of the primary school class, reacted half a beat slower, that is, he was hit and rotated 360 degrees in place and fell to the ground, when he rubbed his arms and stood up, when he heard Sun Ruyi's puzzlement, he sincerely sighed and explained:

"Let's not talk about the brush words on the rice paper that can almost overflow with the ancient meaning of Qingming ... This poem alone has reached the level of Chinese studies-"

"It's original again, and it's written by such a beautiful brush, its value is self-evident... Of course, this is for the old pedants who have been obsessed with this for decades..."

"And!" Qian Xiaobin looked at Wang Fatzi and Sun Ruyi at the same time, and then said seriously: "You may not know..."

"Although Qingming is an ancient festival with a long history in our country, it is an important festival to worship ancestors and remember the deceased! But! There is not a single poem of this festival, especially the famous one that can transmit through the ages!! ”

"Although I don't know if Sun Zheng's "Qingming" can be famous through the ages, it is indeed the only Qingming Festival poem that can be taken from ancient times to the present——"

"Now! Do you know the horror and regularity of this poem!! ”

"That group of old scholars can be so crazy, it can be explained..."Qian Xiaobin, the head of the primary school class, even said excitedly: "I directly dare to assert that this poem, with a little operation, can not only be used in primary school Chinese textbooks, but even in the future every year on the Qingming Festival, this poem will be taken out and recited again..."