Mr. Lin is in the office, enduring the "harassment" of his students.

"Mr. Lin, the editorial department of our newspaper is going to recommend five beautiful articles to the provincial publication "Prose World", and we jointly recommend "School Scenery", not only its writing is beautiful and lovely, but what is more rare is that there is a reflection on high school education. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Youth Daily editor Chu Nu made a special call, and she said to Teacher Lin with some schadenfreude, "Haha, this is the only campus prose poem that resonates with my colleagues, 'This is the cradle of dreams and the wall of dreams', which shows everyone's complex mentality and sense of resistance to exam-oriented education, including Teacher Yang Zijian." ”

When Chu Nu was in high school, she was a restless student, often working against Lin Kechun in class, and criticizing the knowledge links in the Chinese textbook as worthless. In 86, she was admitted to the Chinese Department of Ludao University, became a well-known essayist in college, graduated last year and was assigned to the Nanjian Communist Youth League, and within a few days, she took the initiative to go to Nanjian Youth Daily as an editor, and also wrote a cultural review column.

During college, Chu Nu often wrote letters to communicate with Lin Kechun, expressing her deviant opinions, and the most famous sentence made Lin Kechun remember it deeply: "Li Bai Dufu did not learn 'subject-verb-object-definite supplement', but he still became a poet and poet; Lu Xun Guo Moruo did not learn 'sentence group', but it did not prevent him from becoming a great writer." The purpose of such a thing invented by modern educators is to eliminate students' passion for writing, and it is the new eight-strand essay! ”

Now listening to Chu Nu's strange arguments again, Lin Kechun sneered and struck a fatal blow and said, "Teacher Yang Zijian? He is my student, a student in the first (2) class of high school this year! ”

Ignoring the other party's surprise, he hung up the phone angrily.

In any case, the fame of Nanjian No. 1 Middle School will at least spread among readers in the province because of a classic prose poem. Don't underestimate small works, Xu Xiake's travelogue prose has created countless famous scenic spots in China. In this era when there is no Internet, newspapers and periodicals are the biggest platform for the dissemination of ideology and knowledge.

At this time, the school teacher questioned Yang Zijian's talent, that is, he questioned his professional vision and professionalism, but his head was not clear.

After being recognized by teachers and supported by the school, Yang Zijian finally took the first step to fame with difficulty.

But judging from the style and content of the works, Yang Zijian looked at the three published works, "Memories of the Frost Moon" is a group of poems, "School Scenery" is a group of prose poems, and "Nantang Octagonal Liang" is a prose, which seems a little disorganized. After reflection, he felt that it was time to establish his own writing style, the style of writing is like a writer's business card, only a distinctive style can become a famous artist, Wang Shuo, Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa, Chen Zhongzhong, Yu Qiuyu, Han Han are all the same.

He decided to write less poetry and prose poems in the future, and put more emphasis on cultural prose, and now that the cultural prose boom has not been set off by Master Yu, let yourself be this trendsetter!

The third period in the morning has been adjusted to Chinese class, and Lin Kechun arranged self-study.

Then, in the eyes of more than 50 students in the class, Teacher Lin left with a confident Yang Zijian.

Wang Yun rolled his eyes, slipped out of the back door, and followed Teacher Lin and said, "Teacher, as the president of the Literature Club and the leader of Yang Zijian, I ask to go to the invigilator." ”

Teacher Lin was in a good mood at this time, and said indifferently: "Yes, but only for Chinese class, you have to come back to class in the fourth period, and I have no reason to withhold the lessons of two students." ”

"Yes, Teacher!" Wang Yun gave a police salute.

Teacher Lin shook his head helplessly.

Soon I arrived at the conference room of the department, where there were already nine teachers from the language group, as well as the principal and the director of the principal's office.

Wang Yun was startled when she saw the principal present, and gently jumped to a chair next to her, and sat with her head and tail shrunk, worried that the principal and teachers would suddenly notice her, and then come over to teach her.

Under the complicated gaze of many teachers, Yang Zijian was under a lot of pressure, his heartbeat accelerated unnaturally, and he hurriedly took a deep breath.

Teacher Lin smiled: "Don't be nervous, this is not an interview, the place where you write is next door, now everyone just wants to see you, get to know you, and ask casually." ”

Sure enough, a few teachers just asked him about some things, such as what books he likes to read, who the junior high school Chinese teacher is, when he started imitating supplement articles, why he likes neoclassicism, how many brothers and sisters there are at home, etc., in fact, they have already learned about the specific situation from Mr. Lin and Nantang Junior High School, and know that Yang Zijian is excellent in character and learning in junior high school, but his family is in dire straits.

It took about five or six minutes to ask, and Yang Zijian also replied briefly one by one.

After that, the assessment begins.

First of all, Cui You, another Chinese teacher in the first year of high school, thought for a while and said: "I don't ask for much, you have read all the texts in the first year of high school." ”

Yang Zijian was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, I've read it all." ”

"Well, you can use the content of Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" to arbitrarily rewrite a poem."

Yang Zijian walked to the small living room next door, he was the only one here, he sat at the table, thought for a long time, and soon created an original one, just about to start copying, his mind suddenly appeared like another lyrics, that is a Chinese style song sung by the Phoenix Legend, composed by Zhang Chao and filled in the lyrics, because he likes it too much, has a deep memory, and his original poem is compared with it, completely defeated, he really can't help but want to "borrow" it.

The teachers in the conference room are very patient, and they know that writing poems requires careful planning and cannot be done overnight.

Yang Zijian sighed, closed his eyes, went through the lyrics in his heart, and decided to excerpt some of them for a little condensation and deletion, and then opened his eyes suddenly, and wrote "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" smoothly like playing a piece of zither with a pen in his hand.

Cut a piece of flowing time

Flowing into the slightly rippling moonlight

Play a small lotus, faintly fragrant

The beautiful sound of the piano fell beside him

Fireflies are lit, and the stars of the night are lit

I am a lotus picker from the Southern Dynasty

Add a garment of dreams

Push open the heart window and look into the distance

Pick a flower of yesterday's sorrow

Like a fish guarding the lotus pond

Wait for the white moonlight

After swimming through the four seasons, the lotus flowers are still there

It's like in the middle of the water

After Yang Zijian finished writing, he walked outside and handed it to Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin read it, and then handed it to the principal next to him, and soon passed it on, and the sound of inhalation kept coming, and even Wang Yun looked at it curiously, and only felt that it was very beautiful.

Mr. Cui's pen name "Hong Feng" is a well-known poet and essayist in the city, although he is not embarrassed by this kind of ancient poetry, because it is not close to reality, he likes modernism, and advocates that poets should be close to the times, and call for the return of humanism and humanity...... But it did not prevent him from praising this kind of ancient poetry, after all, modernism requires deep philosophical thinking and life experience, and cannot be extravagant for a middle school student.