After a rare leisure, Jin Wen reluctantly returned to school again.

To be honest, Jin Wen really admires those talents who can repeat their studies in school for two or three years in order to be admitted to university, and he seems to have thought about learning hard if he can do it all over again, and become a top student in the future.

Now it seems that only TM can be a top student in the class if he wears it to elementary school......

Classroom office.

Wang Zhipeng is reviewing the language test papers, as a Chinese culture, the important process of language is needless to say, there is a saying that if you can't even learn the language well, then it is really hopeless.

So although the correction is a little tiring, but Wang Zhipeng is still very happy, at least judging from the answers on the test paper, the students are working hard, there are no blanks in the paper, and the answers are also regular.

Taking advantage of the two days off, Wang Zhipeng has already read the test papers of a classroom, and most of the scores are above 100 points.

When he was reading another classroom, Wang Zhipeng was already very fast, and basically all the test results would be summarized and ranked tomorrow, so Wang Zhipeng also sped up.

No. 28, Jin Wen.

When Wang Zhipeng picked up this test paper, he first shook it, and then his hands trembled.

Seeing the first 1 or 2 pages, empty and clean, Wang Zhipeng doubted that if he took the test again, this test paper could be used as a new test paper.

Jin Wen, Jin Wen, you can, the whole class wrote the answers, even if they were scribbled, they didn't give me a blank one, you just didn't write a word in the whole paper, you are really a "good student".

Wang Zhipeng's breathing was a little unsmooth, and he resisted the urge to tear it off directly, and made a big × on the front page, and then wrote a 0.

Flipping back again, there were a few lines of answers on the reading question, and out of the morality of the classroom, Wang Zhipeng still looked at it.

"Huh?"

took a look at the insights written by Jin Wen, although it was in line with the theme, but homesickness was somewhat unique, in addition to matching what he thought, he even revealed a little bit of what he didn't expect, which made Wang Zhipeng impressed.

looked down again, and every little question was written to the end, which was very in place, making Wang Zhipeng feel that this was the answer prepared in advance.

But Wang Zhipeng knew that this was impossible, and the teacher's choice of this reading question was a very coincidental choice, and it was impossible to prepare the answer in advance.

A little more comfortable in his heart, Wang Zhipeng continued to look behind and compose.

Although this is not the center of language, it is indeed an important means to test a person's literary level, and how well a person writes can see how well a person's literature is.

It's not hard to see how important it is to be a deed.

So Wang Zhipeng looked at it with his eyes.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a modern poem?

Wang Zhipeng smiled, there is indeed no rule that the essay title cannot be written in poetry, but now high school students, using poetry to write essays is simply ridiculous, even fantastical.

Not to mention the students, even if it is himself, he does not dare to try to write in poetry.

With a mocking attitude, Wang Zhipeng looked at the title.

Farewell Cambridge

There is another point that belongs to the scope of parting.

looked at the first sentence,

Gently I go, as softly I came;

I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky;

Just after reading these two sentences, Wang Zhipeng put away his previous ridicule, and his attitude became dignified.

The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset;

The bright shadows in the sparkling waves ripple in my heart.

Master, an absolute literary masterpiece, just looking at the first four sentences, Wang Zhipeng bowed in his heart.

Keep reading,

Quietly it is the parting sheng flute, and the summer worm is not silent with me;

Silence is Cambridge tonight!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

The soothing rhythm, the light movements, the lingering affection, and at the same time with a touch of sorrow and nostalgia.

From the previous gently, to the later quietly, Wang Zhipeng felt unacceptable to the feelings between them.

This is definitely the work of a literary master, there are not many writers who write modern poetry at present, which master's work is it, and why haven't I heard it myself.

Because in Wang Zhipeng's view, such a perfect poem can be used in teaching materials, but he has never even heard of it, so he has some doubts.

"Teacher Li, you can help me see this modern poem, who wrote it, why haven't you read it" After speaking, Wang Zhipeng handed the test paper to Mr. Li, who was a little older next to him.

Mr. Li, who also teaches Chinese, has much higher qualifications than himself, so maybe he has heard of it.

Teacher Li took the test paper, put on his glasses and looked at it, and the more he looked down, the more surprised he was in his heart, and his hands trembled a little.

"This, who wrote this modern poem, this kind of nostalgia, reluctance, and faint sorrow, it is really too substitutional, I can feel the poet's feelings after reading it, Xiao Wang, which poet is this?"

Wang Zhipeng: "......"

"Mr. Li, I just asked you if this modern poem was written, and you still ask me to come."

Teacher Li shook his eyes and said, "You don't know either? It's impossible, I'm sure I've read a poem like this, and even if I hadn't read it, it would have been reported, but I've never seen it."

Wang Zhipeng felt a little strange when he saw that Teacher Li didn't know, and said, "Then I'll search on the Internet to see whose it is." ”

Teacher Li also nodded.

Walking to the computer, Wang Zhipeng typed "goodbye Kangqiao" and clicked search.

"Huh"

I'm sorry, but the content you searched for didn't save zài, is it looking for the story of Kangqiao?

Zhang Zhipeng was stunned, didn't there be? Can't find it on the Internet?

"Teacher Li, this is not right, I can't find it on the Internet."

Teacher Li looked at it, it was indeed not, and said, "Isn't this a test paper of yours, who wrote it, you can ask him, won't you know?" ”

Wang Zhipeng patted his forehead and said, "Look at me, I'm in a hurry, I even forgot about it, I'll ask the students to see who wrote it." ”

Teacher Li nodded.

Wang Zhipeng walked towards the classroom with admiration, so far, Wang Zhipeng never thought that this poem had a dime to do with Jin Wen.

When I arrived at the classroom, the class was studying on my own.

Wang Zhipeng walked in directly, patted Jin Wen and said, "You come to the office with me."

Suddenly seeing Lao Wang walking in and calling himself, Jin Wen was startled, it couldn't be that the zero score in the comprehensive examination was exposed.

Following Lao Wang to the office, Lao Wang let go of a smile and said, "Jin Wen, I have nothing else to do when I call you here, I just want to ask which master wrote that modern poem?" ”

Although he said it very plainly, anyone could see the excitement in his eyes.

"Poetry, what poetry?"

Jin Wen looked at Lao Wang suspiciously.

"It's goodbye Kangqiao, the modern poem you wrote in the composition," Wang Lao said excitedly.

"Forehead ......"

Jin Wen paused, he just thought of it at the time, so he wrote it casually, but he didn't expect Lao Wang to take it seriously, and he wanted to say who wrote it, isn't it embarrassing for himself.

"What are you gracious about, tell me who wrote it?"

"Mr. Wang, actually, in fact, this poem was written by myself." Jin Wen said stiffly.

Hearing what Jin Wen said, Lao Wang first thanked happily.

Then he reacted and said loudly: "You wrote it? What are you kidding, Jin Wen, hurry up and say it well. ”

Jin Wen made a helpless expression and said, "I'm really not joking, this is indeed written by myself." ”

Lao Wang's face sank, and he said: "Jin Wen, you must know that this matter is very strict, and I will not care if you plagiarize, but you must insist on writing it yourself, and I will punish you." ”

"It's really me who wrote it, Mr. Wang, do you have any evidence that I didn't write it?" Jin Wen saw that he was going to punish himself at every turn, and said helplessly.

"This ......"

Wang Zhipeng hesitated, he couldn't find it on the Internet, and no one had heard of this poem when he asked the old-timers, but if he wanted to say that it was written by Jin Wen, he wouldn't believe it.

Can this kind of problematic youth who is dragging the class back write this kind of modern poetry?

Seeing that Wang Zhipeng was a little hesitant, Jin Wen continued: "Teacher Wang, anyway, I wrote this poem myself, how can you check it if you like, but if you insist that I didn't write it, I will admit it." ”

Before Wang Zhipeng could speak, Mr. Li next to him spoke: "This classmate, don't be afraid, we won't pursue you for plagiarism, you just need to tell the author of this poem." ”

Jin Wen looked at Teacher Li and said, "This is the first one written by Jin Wen." ”

"Jin Wen? Which poet is this, how have I never heard of it? ”

Wang Zhipeng wanted to hit someone next to him, and he wanted to laugh again, and said, "Teacher Li, this student's name is Jin Wen." ”

Teacher Li shook his head and said sharply: "Don't forget it, Teacher Wang, report to the school directly."

Teacher Wang nodded.

Jin Wen saw that the situation was wrong, and immediately said: "Why should I inform the school, what did I do?" ”

Lao Wang glanced at Jin Wen and said, "You plagiarized other people's modern poems as compositions, and it is not considered cheating?" ”

"And what evidence do you have?"

"There is no evidence, but not to mention your cousin, even ordinary poets can't write this kind of poem, Jin Wen, it's not that I underestimate you, tell me, where is this Kangqiao?"

"A bridge in our hometown" Jin Wen didn't think about it, and said.

I'm sorry, Mr. Xu Zhimo, put the bridge of your alma mater in my hometown first.

Wang Zhipeng saw that Jin Wen Zhenzhen had words, he couldn't cry or laugh, he had seen a thick-skinned one, but he had never seen such a thick one, and he didn't want to say that Jin Wen would let him go first, but seeing this attitude, Wang Zhipeng changed his mind.

"OK, OK, OK"

After saying three lines in a row, Wang Zhipeng said to Jin Wen: "Since you can write so much, I am coming up with a topic, you can write it for me on the spot, and if you can have half of the artistic conception of this poem, I will admit that you wrote it, how about it?"

"Okay"

Jin Wen looked at Wang Zhipeng confidently and said.