It wasn't long before the school held a poetry recitation competition. Each class recommends people, then the grade level first competes, and finally five people are recommended by each level to participate in the school-wide competition.

The homeroom teacher of each class just asked the students to sign up enthusiastically, and the homeroom teacher of the third (2) class of junior high school in order to train the students in the class, let the whole class prepare a recitation draft, prose and poetry, and then choose a self-study class, let all the students stand on the podium to recite, and everyone selects the best to participate in the competition.

In the self-study class, the students recited on the podium one after another according to the seating order.

The classmates and many boys chose the poems of **, from "Qinyuan Spring? "Count the romantic characters, but also look at the present dynasty" in "Snow" to "The four seas are churning, the clouds and water are angry, and the five continents are shaking and the wind and thunder are fierce", all of them are full of high-spirited young heroism. The girls are more gentle, from Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kangqiao" to Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree", they began to quietly show the romantic feelings of the girl.

The teacher smiled and looked at this group of energetic boys and girls, whether they were downright and generous, or timid and shy, but they all stood bravely on the podium. Didn't they do the same in the past?

When it was Xiang Hui's turn, I saw him striding up to the podium. After standing still on the podium, he swept his gaze to Jingming, and looked at it for a few seconds, showing a faint smile. The smile seemed disdainful, contemptuous, and contemptuous......

"Huh?" Everyone looked at Xiang Hui and fell on Jingming's body in confusion.

Jingming met everyone's puzzled gaze and looked at Xiang Hui standing on the podium lightly, his expression was always clear.

Seeing that Xiang Hui didn't start for a long time, everyone looked at him, and then at Shi Jingming, as if they smelled an unusual breath

In the end, it was the head teacher who spoke: "Xiang Hui, let's start!" ”

Xiang Hui withdrew his gaze at Shi Jingming, smiled contemptuously, cleared his throat and began to recite: "Living in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snowy region. Wandering the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful love in the world...... Lang ......"

He did not recite the name of the poem, recited the poem directly, and deliberately accentuated the word "lover" at the back and dragged out the tail sound.

"Wow!" The class suddenly exploded, and everyone looked at Xiang Hui in surprise.

At this moment, Jingming heard Xiang Hui reciting Cangyang Gyatso's poem, like a hammer hitting his heart, and his face suddenly changed slightly. He understood that Xiang Hui was targeting himself.

Everyone's surprise did not interrupt Xiang Hui, the smile on his face became deeper and deeper, and he continued to recite with emotion.

I meditate on the face of the lama,

but the heart does not manifest;

I don't want to love people's faces,

but the heart sees it clearly.

With such sincerity,

For the supreme Dharma,

That is, in this life and this life,

Then you can become a Buddha in the flesh.

The old yellow dog with a beard,

The heart is smarter than people.

Don't sue people I go out in the twilight,

Don't sue anyone I come back at dawn.

Twilight goes out to find a lover,

It was snowing at dawn.

When living in Potala,

It's Ruijin Cangyang Gyatso.

When living under Lhasa,

It's the prodigal son,

Secrets are useless,

The footprints have been imprinted on the snow.

As soon as Xiang Hui finished reading, the head teacher immediately stood up angrily and asked, "Xiang Hui, what do you recite?" ”

Xiang Hui looked at the teacher innocently, and replied calmly: "Teacher, this is a poem written by the famous Cangyang Gyatso." ”

How could the head teacher not know that this is a poem by Cangyang Gyatso, but at the same time, as a Chinese teacher, he knows that this is a love poem.

A junior high school student who is both a lover and a lover recites love poems in public, what kind of system is this?

I don't know who asked below: "Who is Cangyang Gyatso?" ”

Xiang Hui looked at the teacher, swept his gaze over Jingming, and then replied with a smile: "A lama, that is, a monk." ”

"Wow! Monks also write such love poems! The following gossip began.

I don't know who asked again: "Shi Jingming, do you know how to write poems?" ”

This sentence made everyone's eyes turn to Jingming again, and everyone looked at him like a farce. Jingming's face turned pale, his right hand grasped the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and began to recite the Heart Sutra silently, excluding the qiē in front of him from the door of his heart.

The classroom was suddenly in chaos, but the initiator looked at everyone with a smile, and he still looked innocent in the face of the teacher's questioning gaze. It looks like he is telling everyone that he is reciting poems seriously, and everyone thinks too much.

The head teacher looked at Shi Jingming, who was lowering his eyes at the moment, as if he had never seen anything that happened here. Look at the innocent Xiang Hui on the podium just now, who is showing a contemptuous smile at the moment. Seeing that he was angry, he pointed at Xiang Hui angrily and shouted, "You go down for me!" ”

Xiang Hui's goal had been achieved, and with a contemptuous smile still on the corner of his mouth, he strode off the podium.

I have to say that Cangyang Gyatso's poems are very beautiful, but although junior high school students in that era have begun to come into contact with romance and martial arts novels, most of them are carried out secretly. Students would never blatantly read such books at school, let alone recite love poems in public. These love poems written by lamas were undoubtedly shocking to junior high school students of that era. Among the books donated by alumni at the beginning, "Cangyang Gyatso's Poetry Collection" is only a translation of Zeng Xuan, with seven quatrains, and those who don't understand it are no different from Tang and Song poems. Even teachers who know about it are ordinary literary books and don't think much about it. But reciting it in public at school is a different story. In the middle school campuses of that era, teachers and students would not regard "Cangyang Gyatso's Collected Poems" as pure literature.

Xiang Hui didn't know what kind of mentality he had, so he went to the school library to borrow "Cangyang Gyatso's Poetry Collection". But there is only one in the school library, and it is the one that Jingming borrowed. He was not reconciled, and ran to the city library to find it. Finally found there and borrowed it back to peruse it. At first, when he saw that it was a love poem, he was also a little stunned, he never expected Shi Jingming to read love poems. Later, after discovering that Cangyang Gyatso was actually a famous living Buddha in history, he thought it was interesting, and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of mentality this little monk had in reading "Cangyang Gyatso's Poems".

Xiang Hui began to understand why An Su liked to be with Shi Jingming so much, and when An Su looked at Shi Jingming, there was something inexplicable flowing.

Thinking of this, he was jealous.

Lama? Monk? Monks?

On the occasion of the poetry recitation competition held by the school, Xiang Hui took the opportunity to find various translations of the "Cangyang Gyatso Poetry Collection", selected a few of the poems that he thought could be used to satirize Shi Jingming, and put them together and recited them in public. He just wanted to see how Shi Jingming reacted when he heard it, and let everyone see how impure this little monk was, so as to achieve the goal of humiliating him.

Venerable Zhishan once said that although Jingming lives in a temple, he is not a monk. But the world's eyes have equated him with a monk. In particular, Jingming has always adhered to the precepts of the temple, and sadly even he thinks so. Because, he thought that sooner or later he would have to be ordained and become a monk.

Jingming gradually understood where Xiang Hui's hostility towards him came from, and gradually saw An Su's affection for him. But he never thought that he would be contaminated with affection and love. He always thought that he would become a monk in the future.

Jingming, who has always been calm and calm, began to hide from Ansu.

One doesn't want to be together all the time, and the other tries his best to dodge, and for the first time, there is a gap between the two good friends who have no guesses.

Ansu always thought that Jingming didn't understand his affection for him because he still didn't understand the love in this world. Love. But when she found out that Jingming was actually hiding from her, she felt extremely sad.

It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't understand, but that he didn't like it.