Yuan Zelang's current identity is still a senior in high school after all, so he still has to take classes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because he said before that he had already greeted the school with a large number, Yuan Zelang just went to the class directly, and the books were already prepared for him.

In a provincial demonstration high school like Yuecheng No. 2 Middle School, it is very common to transfer schools and classes, so Yuan Zelang did not attract much attention from others after transferring to Bu Qianqian's class.

The first class in the morning was a Chinese class, and the Chinese teacher was a very beautiful female teacher. He was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, fair-skinned, tall, and had a very good-looking face.

As soon as the beautiful teacher arrived in the classroom, her mobile phone rang, so she went to the corridor to answer the phone after putting the teaching materials on the podium.

After answering the phone and coming back, the beautiful teacher said: "Everyone will write an essay first in this class, and the teacher will have something to do temporarily, and I will come back as soon as I deal with it." ”。

After speaking, he wrote the words "If I love you" on the blackboard, and then left the classroom in a hurry.

"If I love you?" Yuan Zelang turned the pen in his hand, looked at the words on the blackboard and muttered to himself, thinking about what kind of essay should he write.

The Chinese teacher didn't explain much, but judging from the meaning of the topic, I could write this essay from many angles.

For example, you can write about the affection between you and your family, the friendship between your friends, and the relationship between people and animals, and nature.

This essay is very easy to write as an argumentative essay and a narrative essay, but Yuan Zelang just didn't want to write it like this.

Why? Because most people must write like this, I am also a time-traveler, and there are so many excellent resources in my mind from my previous life, I can't fall into the cliché, right?

Since writing "The First Close Contact" last night, Yuan Zelang has also become a little interested in writing in his heart, and he is thinking in his heart how this essay can reflect his forced style if it is written in the same way as ordinary people, so he must write this essay with some tricks.

After thinking about it for a while, Yuan Zelang finally had an idea, and he was going to write a poem, which was called "To the Oak Tree".

"To the Oak Tree" is a love poem written by Shu Ting in March 1977.

It is one of the representative works of the Hazy Poetry School, and as the starting work of the new period of literature, the position of "To the Oak Tree" in the history of Chinese literature is self-evident.

The author Shu Ting uses the "confession" of the kapok tree to the oak tree to deny the secular and unequal concept of love, calls for freedom, equality and independence, and the love concept of being in the same boat through thick and thin, shouts out the slogan of equality between men and women in love, and issues a declaration of independence for women in the new era, expressing the longing and yearning for love.

Her preach, accepted and utter rejection of old ethics, old ideas, and old marriages has inspired an entire generation.

Yuan Zelang originally wanted to use "To the Oak Tree" as the title, but when he saw the Chinese teacher writing "If I love you" on the blackboard, he had to write the title "If I Love You".

But in the end, out of respect for the original book and the original author, he put another parenthesis and wrote the words "To the Oak Tree" at the end of the title.

So the title of this modern poem that is about to come into this world has become "If I Love You (To the Oak Tree)".

It wasn't right to think about it that way, so he crossed it out and wrote it as "To the Oak Tree (If I Love You)" so that he would be more satisfied.

After finishing the title and taking a deep breath, Yuan Zelang then wrote the text of the poem:

If I love you-

Never like a climbing flower,

Show off by your high branches;

If I love you-

Never learn from the infatuated birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

Nor is it more than a fountain,

Cool comfort all year round;

It's not just like a dangerous peak,

Increase your height and flatter your majesty.

……

roots, clinging to the ground;

Leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every gust of wind passes,

We all greet each other,

But no one,

Understands our words.

……

We share the mist, the stream, the haper.

As if forever separated,

But they are dependent on each other for life.

This is the great love,

Steadfastness is here:

Love - not only love your majestic body,

Also love the position you stick to and the ground under your feet.

Yuan Zelang put down his pen without the slightest pause, almost in one go, and within a moment "To the Oak Tree" jumped on the paper.

After writing, he looked up and looked around to see that most of his classmates were still struggling to write, and some were still thinking about how to write.

Yuan Zelang shook his head, idle and bored, and was about to take out his mobile phone to play, but at this time, the Chinese teacher came back.

Chinese teacher Wang Lili walked up to the podium with a smile, looked at the students who were seriously writing essays, and said, "Everyone write well!" You write this lesson, change each other in the next lesson, each group selects a model essay to read aloud to everyone, and the students who have written this lesson can take it and I will help you see it and point out your shortcomings. ”

When Yuan Zelang heard this, he stuffed his mobile phone into the table box, took his own composition and walked onto the podium, he wanted to see how this beautiful Chinese teacher commented on the shortcomings of this poem.

"Huh! Are you done? Wang Lili saw Yuan Zelang walking up with the composition text, and asked lightly.

In the classroom, everyone raised their heads after hearing the teacher's voice and looked at Yuan Zelang with an incredulous expression.

Then many people suddenly found that they didn't seem to have much impression of this person, and after thinking about it carefully, they remembered that this person seemed to have just turned around in the morning.

However, a few Saturdays and Sundays went to see the selection of the top ten singers on campus, but they noticed Yuan Zelang, and for a while those who knew Yuan Zelang were more curious.

This guy sings so well, is he so good at writing?

This is the voice of many people who know Yuan Zelang, because they don't believe that Yuan Zelang can write so fast, and most people have only written four or five hundred words.

"Why is this guy so showy?" Bu Qianqian sat in her seat, looking at Yuan Zelang a little helplessly, and at the same time she was a little curious about what Yuan Zelang wrote.

She suddenly remembered the bet she had with Yuan Zelang last night, her face flushed a little for a while, and she lowered her head and continued to write her composition.

Yuan Zelang didn't pay attention to the eyes of the classmates around him, and while walking on the podium, he stiffened his composition and handed it to Wang Lili and said, "Well, it's written, teacher, you can show it." ”

"Okay, I'll show you." When Wang Lili heard this, she took over Yuan Zelang's composition with some suspicion.

Speaking from the bottom of her heart, she didn't believe that Yuan Zelang had really written this composition, even if it was written, it was written blindly, and the handwriting must be very sloppy.

Isn't it a joke to write 800 words in ten minutes?

However, the composition teacher, since the student brought the composition text, she naturally wanted to take a look, but just when she was about to look at Yuan Zelang's composition to see what Yuan Zelang had written, her mobile phone rang again.

"I'm sorry, but the teacher answered the phone." Wang Lili said to Yuan Zelang apologetically, and then walked outside the classroom with Yuan Zelang's composition.

"Okay, well, I'll be right here!" Outside the classroom, the voice of the beautiful teacher came, and then Wang Lili didn't even say hello to her classmates, so she walked down the stairs quickly.

Yuan Zelang watched the teachers leave, and did not continue to stand on the podium, turning around and returning to his seat.

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