"The so-called scholar!" Xu Feng sighed, his voice was not small, everyone heard it, and their faces turned red in unison. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, a "da-da" sound came into the examination room, Xu Feng raised his eyes and looked, hey, it was actually An Ruxue here! Is she the proctor for this exam?

Today, An Ruxue was wearing a light cyan chiffon skirt and a pair of high-legged round-toed crystal shoes, Xu Feng couldn't help but be in a trance, as if he had seen the goddess coming!

And the whole examination room is constantly making noise, An Ruxue is a well-known beauty in the city No. 1 Middle School, many students in the examination room are from other classes, and they usually have no chance to get An Ruxue's words and deeds, and they can't help but be a little excited at the moment.

"Students, please be quiet, the exam is about to start. I started handing out exam papers. This time the test question is a random proposition poem, everyone's subject matter is different, I hope you can answer independently, work hard! ”

When An Ruxue said the last sentence, her eyes seemed to fall on Xu Feng, who was in the front row, and Xu Feng suddenly felt like a spring breeze on his face, and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, I'll do it!"

Xu Feng agreed loudly as if no one was there. Seeing Xu Feng's stunned appearance, An Ruxue couldn't help but "cough" twice in embarrassment, and smiled lightly.

Although the other candidates were also stealing fun, they couldn't help but feel uneasy when they thought of Xu Feng's method of dealing with the guy who found fault just now, and they didn't laugh out loud.

As the bell rang for the exam, An Ruxue distributed the test papers. Those who dare to sign up are all at the level of academic tyrants, and they are considered to be the leading figures in the circle of the city's No. 1 Middle School, and in the face of random exam questions, they disdain and can't pull their faces to deliberately select, so they directly take the top test paper and pass it on.

The test papers were distributed in an instant.

Xu Feng looked at the questions he had gotten, with the theme of night and light, expressing his understanding of the problems of life.

He crooked his mouth, this topic is so lofty, it's just fake! Thinking of what the old principal said that day, because he was in a hurry to come up with the question, he probably really searched for it on the Internet, what a fuck.

In terms of age, I am only a junior high school student under the age of fifteen, so what profound insights can I have into life!

Don't talk about this world, even if it was the earth in the past, he was just a street writer in his twenties, what is really amazing, and he has already come out of the blue. Writing poetry is ostensibly based on writing, but at a deeper level, it is based on a person's state of mind.

Fortunately, Xu Feng has been prepared, since writing novels can be relied on, it can be said that writing poems is even easier. Since ancient times, Chinese literature has borne the brunt of poetry and songs, and it was not until the Yuan Dynasty that opera flourished, and later Ming and Qing novels were the culmination.

The history of this world is almost the same as that of the original Earth, but there are many deviations in the details. And the same is true of historical literature, which he can borrow as he pleases.

Merely......

Xu Feng made a difficulty, is it better to copy that poetry god?

In his mind, even the million-dollar masterpiece of Breaking the Sky was as clear as it could be, and the short poems were immediately presented with the slightest movement.

It's as if he's flipping through a book, picking and picking at random.

Although Li Du's article is there, the light is long, but ......

First, in the poems handed down by these ancient poets, immortals, poets, and saints, there are really not many propositions about light and darkness, and if he only borrows from their words and inspirations, Xu Feng feels that it is basically impossible for him to merge them.

The real big hands are all unique, and they can't be imitated. Thinking about the big hands in history who made poems in seven steps, they were really bunkers, but they directly held the huge works in the "open-book exam", but they still seemed clumsy.

In fact, the real difficulty is not that you can't find something that can be plagiarized, for example, Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlit Night" can still be forcibly fitted to the theme. Merely......

Xu Feng couldn't help but secretly speak, that is a masterpiece known as a lonely Tang Dynasty! His current identity is just an ordinary junior high school student, and he really wants to write that in this small examination room, and he won't scare the examiner who marks the paper to death.

He himself couldn't believe that he wrote it on the spot, no, it couldn't be anyone. Even if the great genius Wang Bo is resurrected and sits in his own position to do this kind of thing, it is enough to shock the world.

Damn, plagiarism should also be in accordance with the Basic Law!

What's more, if you take out a work of that level in the first exam, what will you do when the official exam comes?

Fortunately, there is a lesson in the time of this proposition composition, and the length of the poem is not large, so Xu Feng is not in a hurry and can choose slowly.

After a while, suddenly someone stood up. Xu Feng glanced over his head and saw that it was a boy with oily hair. That kid actually handed in the paper directly, and seeing his complacent appearance, he seemed to be very confident in himself.

Xu Feng gritted his teeth secretly: "Stinky boy, it's actually faster than me, don't be complacent, the first place must be mine!" ”

The boy seemed to sense the burning gaze shot by Xu Feng, looked back, and found that it was the brutal guy with a fierce face just now, so he quickly pretended not to see it, and hurriedly went to the podium to hand in the scroll.

An Ruxue took the test paper, looked at it a few times, smiled and nodded, it seemed that she was quite satisfied with the answer sheet.

It didn't take long for a few more people to hand in their papers, and there were almost ten fewer people in the examination room.

Writing poems on the spot is the most talented, and sometimes it is not as strong as the inspiration that comes out.

If Xu Feng hadn't had dry goods in his head, he would have been a little anxious.

At this time, An Ruxue stood up, she slowed her steps, did not make much movement, turned around near the podium, and finally stopped behind Xu Feng.

Xu Feng's heart tightened: "I'll rub, it's really here!" ”

Thinking about it, she also knows that An Ruxue is the only one in this examination room, and she obviously wants to see how Xu Feng, who said big things before, is doing.

But when she saw that Xu Feng was still empty, she let out a faint "huh" in her throat, although she stopped in time, Xu Feng still heard it.

His hand couldn't help shaking, and An Ruxue, who was like a goddess behind him, looked at him, but he couldn't lose face. Suddenly, two words fell on the test paper, "night".

"Ouch hey, my hands are shaking!"

Xu Feng crooked his mouth, and when he was nervous, he copied two words directly according to the title, revealing his true strength at once......

But when he saw these two words, his mind was churning, and a line of words appeared in an instant, his eyes lit up, and he gritted his teeth and decided: "Okay, then so be it!" ”

Now that he has written down two words, and An Ruxue is watching silently, he can't do anything to erase those two words. In this life, he has gathered all the talents in history, how can he be indecisive when writing a small poem?

In an instant, his pen shook, and two lines of words immediately appeared on the test paper.

"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light!"

This is the masterpiece of Gu Cheng's "Generation", a master of hazy poetry, which is short and powerful, and has deep meaning. Although the original work describes more of the author's perception of cultural change, talent will not fade over time. No matter what era it is placed in, this short poem has the power to shake people's hearts.

The most important thing is that the writing of this new poem is not complicated, and it seems that it is indeed possible to write it at my age!

After writing these two sentences, Xu Feng felt empty in his heart, it seems that in this world, "Generation" is under his own name, and he is a little embarrassed and ashamed.

But...... Whatever, there is no Gu Cheng in this world, so it has no effect on him!

Xu Feng stiffened his head to comfort himself, and at the same time heard a heavy sigh behind him, and he felt An Ruxue's breathing a little short.

He was happy, hehe, this female Wenqing was shocked, right?

Thinking about it, he stood up while the iron was hot, and handed the test paper directly to An Ruxue: "Teacher, I'm done!" ”

Xu Feng deliberately didn't care about the different colors in An Ruxue's eyes, pretending to pack up his things at will and prepare to leave, when suddenly An Ruxue trembled slightly and shouted: "Wait, classmate Xu, your poem is finished?" ”

"Huh? I've written it, that's all! ”

"But there is no poem."

"Uh...... That's it! Xu Feng reacted, he thought that An Ruxue was referring to his poem with only two short sentences, it turned out to be the topic, he cleared his throat, "Let's call it a generation!" ”

"A generation ......"

An Ruxue was thoughtful, and when she reacted, Xu Feng had already left the examination room.