Wang Lili walked on the way to the conference room. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Their language team received a notice from the school to put out a special program for next month's school anniversary.

Before, the teachers of the language group discussed it and felt that it would be more in line with the characteristics of the language group to have a poetry recitation.

The proposal for a poetry recitation was unanimously approved by the language teachers, but there was a disagreement when it came to choosing the poems.

The teachers were divided into two factions, one advocating the selection of poems written by their predecessors for recitation, and the other arguing that poems written by students should be used for recitation.

The two sides were at loggerheads over this, so Zhao Dajiang, the head of the language group, decided to hold a meeting and settle the matter today. After all, the program is not just a matter of choosing poems, it takes time to rehearse, and students also need to run in.

Wang Lili suddenly remembered that she was still holding the composition of the thin and tall boy just now, and wondered if he could write poetry so quickly?

So, as Wang Lili walked, she opened Yuan Zelang's composition.

"Hey, it's poetry!" Wang Lili sighed lightly, and when she saw the way Yuan Zelang's compositions were arranged, she knew that Yuan Zelang wrote a modern poem.

"To Oak, if I love you?" Wang Lili read the title of the poem softly, and then continued to read.

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;

……

Wang Lili was walking on the road to the office in a hurry, but slowly, her pace slowed down, and in the end, she simply stopped.

Because she has been shocked by Yuan Zelang's poem!

At first, she thought what kind of poetry a student could write. But as she read "To the Oak Tree" slowly, she knew that she was wrong, and she was wrong, and that the poem was simply wonderful.

After a short pause, Wang Lili made a decision, before Wang Lili belonged to the faction that supported the use of the poetry of her predecessors, but now after seeing Yuan Zelang's poem "To the Oak Tree", she changed her mind and decided to join the faction that uses the original work of the students.

Closing Yuan Zelang's composition, Wang Lili walked briskly towards the conference room.

"Everyone, everyone! I've found poetry to read! As soon as she walked to the door of the conference room, Wang Lili said to the teachers inside with some impatience.

"Found it? Where? When the Chinese teachers in the office heard this, they all moved their eyes to Wang Lili.

"It's in my hands! A modern poem written by one of my students! Wang Lili said with some excitement on her face.

"Written by the student?" When the teachers heard this, some of them had a smile on their faces, while others frowned.

"Lily, didn't you support the use of poetry from your predecessors?" A teacher who advocated the use of poetry from his predecessors spoke.

"Yes!" Wang Lili replied.

"And what are you doing now?" Hearing Wang Lili's answer, the teacher's brows furrowed even tighter.

"I'm now in favor of using student poetry!" Wang Lili stuck out her tongue and spoke.

"Why?" The teacher asked in amazement.

All the other teachers also looked at Wang Lili with puzzled expressions, not understanding why Wang Lili suddenly changed camps.

"Because before that we didn't meet enough good poetry written by the students of our school, and I have it now, and it's in my hands." Wang Lili raised Yuan Zelang's composition in her hand and spoke.

"A student wrote it?" Hearing this, the teachers looked at the composition in Wang Lili's hand suspiciously.

"Let's see, I think we can use this poem." Wang Lili handed the text to a female teacher next to her.

……

After turning the notebook aside, all the teachers were silent, and the teachers who said that they wanted to use the poems of their predecessors and said that the students' level was not enough also closed their mouths at this time, and fell into thought.

"What do you think?" Wang Lili asked after seeing that everyone was also shocked by this poem.

Everyone didn't speak, and turned their attention to Zhao Dajiang, the leader of the group, who was the convener and decision-maker of the meeting, and the person who studied literature the most deeply in the whole school.

"What do you want me to do? Everyone is talking about their opinions, what do you think of this poem? Zhao Dajiang saw that everyone was looking at him, so he raised his eyebrows and said.

"Let's talk about it as a team leader!"

"Yes, let's talk about it as a team leader!"

One person spoke, everyone spoke, they really didn't dare to comment on this poem, the poem is a good poem at a glance, and all the teachers can see it at a glance. But they really don't know what to say for a while, and it's really hard for them to find any words to describe the poem other than that it's very well written.

"Okay, then I'll talk about it."

Zhao Dajiang saw that everyone didn't say anything, so he picked up Yuan Zelang's composition and flipped through it, and said: "This poem, of course, is a good poem, and the whole poem is clearly refined and summarized. The author also uses the expression of the lyrical subject's simulacrum freely, and the object of the poem is clearly an oak tree, but it is actually a kapok.

This poem is also written in a unique way, not to depict the beauty and uprightness of Kapok's appearance, but to use a series of exquisite metaphors to reflect Kapok's character, characteristics, beliefs and aspirations from all angles. Immediately afterwards, her concept of love was further revealed psychologically, and her character traits were portrayed. In the depiction, the two images of "sigh" and "torch" are contrasted, which shows the plump personality of kapok in a deeper layer.

Then, the images such as "cold wave" and "fog" are spread out and contrasted to set off and render the typical environment of the love image of kapok and oak trees. This prominently and fully expresses the love of kapok for oak trees from all sides. In terms of art, the clever metaphors, vivid images, and subtle and gentle tones constitute the independent characteristics of the whole work.

At the end of the poem, it is both virtual and real, virtual and real, meaningful, philosophical, opens up the theme, rationally sublimates the love concept of kapok, and reflects the image that symbolizes love with the light of ideals, so that the steadfast shadow of kapok is more upright and noble, and it looks so full, beautiful and distinct! ”

"All in all, this poem can be called a masterpiece, and to be honest, I really don't believe that this is a high school student who can write it."

When Zhao Dajiang said this, he turned his eyes to look at Wang Lili.

"I really didn't see him write it with my own eyes, but if he hadn't written it, I wouldn't have seen this poem before!" Wang Lili opened her mouth, implying that this poem was so well written, if it was plagiarism, it would have been discovered a long time ago.

"Hey, didn't you write a phone call from a student and call the student over to ask?" A teacher spoke.

"That's right! That's right! Call it and ask, won't you? I want to see what a student who can write such a modern poem looks like. A teacher immediately spoke.

"What's this student's name?" A teacher asked Wang Lili.

Zhao Dajiang was also very interested in this, and when he heard this, he also turned his head to Wang Lili, because he did not find the author's name in the text of this work.

"Called...... Call...... Called ......" Wang Lili was suddenly stunned, she recalled Yuan Zelang's appearance, but found that she didn't seem to have seen Yuan Zelang in the class before, so naturally she didn't know Yuan Zelang's name.

"He seems to be a new classmate, I haven't seen him before." Wang Lili had no choice but to speak helplessly.

"Hey, do you know he's fine, why don't you just call your class representative and call him over?" A teacher spoke.

"That's right! How did you forget this. Wang Lili slapped her head, then picked up her mobile phone and dialed the phone number of her class representative, Bu Qianqian.

"I hope she didn't turn off the mute and didn't turn off the phone, otherwise she would have to run it herself." Wang Lili said.