After Zhao Dajiang finished speaking, he saw Yuan Zelang's brows furrowed, and thought that he didn't understand it very well, so he told Yuan Zelang in detail about this poetry recitation. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course Yuan Zelang understood, he frowned, but he actually felt that this poem was not suitable for collective recitation, but he did not interrupt Zhao Dajiang's words, and waited until Zhao Dajiang finished speaking before he spoke: "If you recite collectively, this poem is not very suitable, why don't you change it?" ”

"Well, I'll write you another poem that is more suitable for this occasion." Yuan Zelang said to himself, bowing his head and thinking about the poems he was more impressed by in his previous life.

"Change the song?" Listening to Yuan Zelangyun's light tone, the teachers were stunned when they heard this, when did this poem become so easy to write, and change it if you want to?

"Well, what's the majestic?" Yuan Zelang said and then thought of a classic poem recitation "My Motherland", this poem he had heard on many occasions, and it was very suitable for collective recitation.

Yuan Zelang looked at the teachers around him and said, "Do you have a pen and paper?" ”

"Yes! Yes! When a female teacher next to her heard this, she hurriedly handed over her pen and notebook.

"Thank you!" Yuan Zelang took the notebook and pen and said thank you.

Seeing Yuan Zelang preparing to write, the teachers who were closer to him turned their heads to look over.

Other teachers who were far away also couldn't resist the curiosity in their hearts and walked behind Yuan Zelang one after another, wanting to witness what Yuan Zelang wrote for the first time.

Yuan Zelang was not affected by the teachers in the slightest, sitting on his chair by himself, closing his eyes, brewing emotions, as if he was about to write calligraphy.

After a while, Yuan Zelang opened his eyes, picked up the pen on the paper, took off the cap, and quickly wrote the words "My Motherland" on the notebook.

"My homeland? Is this to write a poem in praise of the motherland? That's not easy to write! Seeing this question, a teacher whispered.

"yes, it's not easy to write." Someone softly chimed in.

There have always been many poems that have been recited to the motherland, but there are not many that are called classics, and they don't believe that Yuan Zelang, a high school student, can write a modern poem like "To the Oak Tree" that eulogizes the motherland.

Yuan Zelang ignored the teachers' discussions, took a deep breath, and then wrote the text of the poem:

My motherland, the mountains are majestic,

Majestic mountain peaks overlooking the wind and rain of history,

The twilight is vast, let the wind and clouds pass by,

The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years, calmly.

My motherland, the great river rushes,

The mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history,

The torrent is brave and washes away the filth of a hundred years,

How many bumps of fate have been caused by the stormy waves crashing into the canyon.

My motherland is rich in land,

The beautiful scenery has given birth to a magnificent traditional culture,

The desert harvests the remnant sun, the bright moon is drunk with lotus,

How many brilliant civilizations are still shining in the vast land.

……

When I first wrote, there were a few comments from teachers from time to time, but gradually, the teachers' voices gradually became quieter, and in the end, only the rustle of Yuan Zelang's writing on the paper remained.

Yuan Zelang's face was heroic, and he wrote such a majestic poem without the slightest pause, and his whole heart became broad.

After the whole poem was written, Yuan Zelang turned his head and found that all the teachers were stupid, and they all looked at the poem "My Motherland" on the table with their mouths wide open, and no one spoke in the conference room for half a minute.

Quiet! It's quiet! It's so quiet!

At this point, the sound of rapid breathing became the loudest sound in the area.

"Teachers, I've written it, you can see how it goes." Yuan Zelang said.

"Teacher Zhao, Teacher Wang." Seeing that everyone didn't seem to have the intention of waking up, Yuan Zelang shouted Zhao Dajiang and Wang Lili again.

"Ah...... Oh, you...... You poem...... I don't even know what to say, this poem is so well written! Zhao Dajiang only felt that his head was a little dizzy now, he was completely shocked by the poem written by Yuan Zelang, and he came back to his senses when Yuan Zelang called him like this.

"Bang bang, it's amazing, it's amazing! It's really a talented person from all over the country! ”

An older male teacher came back to his senses from the mood of the poem, and then slapped his hand and exclaimed.

"Papapa, a work of genius, a work of genius!" Immediately, some teachers applauded.

"Hehe, the teachers have won the award!" Yuan Zelang smiled when he heard this.

When the teachers heard Yuan Zelang's voice, they all turned their eyes from their books to Yuan Zelang.

At this moment, the eyes of all the teachers looking at Yuan Zelang have completely changed, the "To the Oak Tree" written by Yuan Zelang before has surprised them too much, and now the realm that Yuan Zelang's "My Motherland" can achieve is even more beyond their reach.

It can be said that Yuan Zelang's performance conquered all the teachers present!

"Smack! That's it! ”

Zhao Dajiang's palm slapped heavily on the table and said loudly, the sound was so loud that it directly startled the teachers.

Seeing that the teachers couldn't help but tremble, Zhao Dajiang realized that his behavior seemed to be a little excessive, and said apologetically: "Hehe, excited, excited, how about it, everyone has no opinion on this poem, right?" ”

The teachers shook their heads in unison, indicating that they had no opinion.

Nonsense, such poems, the poetry recitation of the Spring Festival Gala is more than enough, who can have an opinion on this school celebration, who dares to have an opinion?

"Yuan Zelang! You don't mind if the teachers use this poem, do you? After obtaining the unanimous approval of the teachers, Zhao Dajiang looked at Yuan Zelang again and asked.

"It's okay, use it!" Yuan Zelang waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

"Haha, that's really good, don't worry, I won't use you in vain, Teacher Zhao will definitely find a way to get some money from the school to compensate you." Zhao Dajiang said.

"Then thank you, Mr. Zhao." Yuan Zelang spoke, which was a surprise for him.

Yuan Zelang thought that he didn't have anything to do next, so he said, "Teachers, if there is nothing to do, then we will go first?" ”

"Okay, you can go back to class first." Zhao Dajiang said to Yuan Zelang with a smile when he heard this.

"Gone." Yuan Zelang touched Bu Qianqian, who was still a little dazed next to him, with his arm.

"Oh! Oh! Bu Qianqian came back to her senses, got up and followed Yuan Zelang out.

She was not shocked by the poems written by Yuan Zelang, she was shocked by the attitude of the teachers towards Yuan Zelang, because she felt that this group of teachers was like primary school students in front of Yuan Zelang......

"Alas, wait!" Just when Yuan Zelang and Bu Qianqian walked to the door, Zhao Dajiang suddenly stopped them.

"Anything else?" Yuan Zelang turned around and asked.

"Xiao Yuan! This is a poem, it was written by you, and no one can compare to you for your emotional control during recitation! Why don't you take care of everyone's rehearsals? Zhao Dajiang said.

"Huh? I'm in charge of rehearsals? Yuan Zelang was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "When will the rehearsal begin!" In the past two days, I have to prepare for the finals of the top ten singers on campus, and I don't have time. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, you prepare for the top ten singers competition first, we will select the students to participate in the recitation first, and then start rehearsals on Friday." Zhao Dajiang hurriedly spoke when he heard this.

"Okay, since the teachers believe in me so much, then I'll give it a try." When Yuan Zelang heard this, he heard that the time did not conflict, so he agreed to this matter.

After all, this is also an opportunity to train himself, and he definitely wants to be a director and make movies in the future, so let's take this as his first small attempt.