It's a poem, and it's not a poem. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is a remnant of a poem, to be exact.

But except for the middle-aged man, who realized the problem after careful taste. The rest of the carriage, especially the teenagers, were immersed in the spirit of the lyricist until the train arrived.

Or rather, they are intoxicated with themselves.

"Just a young student, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan. ”

In just 17 words, the teenagers are in their youth, and their spirits are vividly expressed in the most enthusiastic and unrestrained form.

And "pointing out the country, inspiring the text, the dung was ten thousand households." And poured out the brilliant talents of the teenagers in the most heroic and majestic way.

As the words unfolded, the emotions in the words became more and more agitated, until finally burst out with an earth-shattering, deafening strong sound.

Yes, this is our teenager; Yes, that's our classmate!

The teenagers were drunk.

And the epicenter of the event.

He Yiyi, Song Chuxia, and Yu Wenlan are still being petrified, and Liu Yuze and Yang Yun are no better. On the contrary, the physical education teacher Du Yi is the most normal.

On the other side, the young man looked at Zhao Yiming in a daze: It turned out that this was the "young man of the classmate", and it turned out that these children were like this in his eyes. Am I getting old?

Of course, people will always get back to normal, and it's only a matter of time.

"This classmate, you only seem to have a residual sentence, what is the full word?" The middle-aged man finally asked.

"It's just a feeling." Zhao Yiming has been waiting for him for a long time.

He hadn't tried to get the whole word out yet, and the current situation was a bit out of place. But in order to intercept this paragraph, Zhao Yiming had already thought about how to deal with it: "If I want to complete the words, I need some time." ”

"Still." He paused deliberately to allow the other party to concentrate more.

"I already have some ideas and deliberately use the word 'Qinyuan Chun'."

"Qinyuan Spring, Tanzhou?" The middle-aged man asked again.

This time, Zhao Yiming smiled: "No, it's Qinyuan Spring Changsha." ”

Changsha, known as Tanzhou in ancient times, changed its name to Changsha in the year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, and was called retro in the 27th year of the reign of Taizu of Great Britain, which is still in use today.

The middle-aged man nodded, he thought that Zhao Yiming just wanted the name to be more ancient, but he didn't know that the other party actually had a deep meaning.

"I wish you could finish this sooner." He was very sincere: "If you can write this poem in this poetry contest." I'm afraid, this time the champion is none other than you. ”

"Then I'll borrow your good words." Zhao Yiming thanked him politely.

The middle-aged man smiled: "By the way, my name is Kong Yongan, a professor of Chinese literature at Hanyang University." ”

He stretched out his hand towards Zhao Yiming.

Zhao Yiming was a little surprised, but the speed at which he stretched out his hand was not slow.

When the two hands shook together, Zhao Yiming introduced himself: "Hello, Mr. Kong. I am Zhao Yiming, a senior high school student at Jingxing No. 1 Middle School, and a contestant in this middle school poetry contest. ”

At this point, the two looked at each other again and smiled.

A few minutes later, the train finally arrived, and the people in the carriage could clearly feel the train stopping.

At the cue of the carriage announcement, the diverted people began to take out their luggage and prepare to get off the train. After queuing up and walking onto the platform, Kong Yongan took the young man who followed him and walked away directly. The young man's name was Qin Yang, and he was Professor Kong's most proud student and assistant. Before leaving, he introduced himself to Zhao Yiming, and also gave Zhao Yiming a business card. It's just that the business card is not his, but Professor Kong's.

And more than 20 people who participated in the poetry contest for middle school students stopped on the platform for a short time, and finally someone reacted: Professor Kong Yongan is the chief judge of this poetry contest!

……

From the train station to the hotel, it was directly delivered by the bus chartered by the organizing committee of the poetry contest.

After arriving at the hotel, they showed their participation cards, and the hotel directly arranged for the waiter to take them to their rooms. The room was arranged a long time ago, and the organizing committee of the competition asked each team to reply before the 18th, and the most important reason was to determine the number of men and women in order to arrange the room.

Zhao Yiming's room is on the second floor, two triple rooms plus a double room opposite.

Three men naturally in one room. In terms of girls, it stands to reason that He Yiyi, the captain, is one with Yu Wenlan, and the remaining three girls are in one. However, He Yiyi, Zhao Yatong and Song Chuxia have always been inseparable from Meng, and Meng is not defocused. At her insistence, Yu Wenlan had no choice but to agree to go with Yang Yun. Yang Yun didn't have any opinions, after all, for girls, a double room is much better than a triple room, at least it is much more convenient to take a bath in the summer.

In the corridor, He Yiyi said a few words to the two teachers, and then announced that everyone could go back to their rooms to rest for 1 hour, gather at 4:10, and go to the arena together.

Zhao Yiming took off his backpack from his shoulder, and when he was about to enter his room with it, he suddenly felt that he was grabbed.

Looking back, it's the old lady.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

"Come here."

I couldn't figure out the situation, and Zhao Yiming, who was confused, was inexplicably pulled to the room of the three sisters.

Once in the room, the door was immediately shut, and three people gathered around.

Yikes! I feel a little scared.

"Obviously, do you confess honestly, or do we torture you to extract a confession." Song Chuxia deliberately made a tiger face, and he was about to greet him with both hands.

"What?" Zhao Yiming is still deliberately pretending to be stupid.

"Xiao Ming, is that song you wrote in the car really a remnant?" He Yiyi looked at Zhao Yiming and said, "I found that your eyes flashed several times before, as if you were making up your mind. And you also aim at Professor Kong six times. Are you just saying a paragraph to get the professor's attention? ”

Oops, Zhao Yiming is a little dumbfounded, Sister Yiyi, your observation is too sharp.

"No, Yiyi. How did you know that the professor was the chief judge? You and Mr. Yuwen only know his name, otherwise you wouldn't have recognized him earlier. Zhao Yatong was still a little confused.

"Hi, Tongtong. It must be that Professor Kong has revealed some flaws, and he obviously feels that even if he is not the chief judge, he is also an important figure in this poetry competition. He must be thinking about playing three poles with and without dates. ”

Song Chuxia is really the most clever, and his analysis is to the point.

"Makes sense." Zhao Yatong nodded, and then turned to Zhao Yiming: "Obviously, you confess honestly, only by confessing can you be lenient!" ”

Misstep, I didn't expect that although the three of them were small, they were not stupid. Not only is he not stupid, but he is very smart, and he can see at a glance the plan of his 26-year-old man, which is embarrassing.

All right. Zhao Yiming pretended to accept his fate, glanced at the three of them and asked, "Can you keep it secret?" ”

Seeing that Zhao Yiming was willing to tell the truth, the three of them nodded hurriedly.

Then, I saw him say in a firm tone:

"I can too!"

Depend on! Looking for a fight!

Zhao Yiming, who finally played a poor mouth, immediately fell into the powder fist.

"I recruit, I recruit. It's no joke. ”

Feeling the old lady's fist and Song Chuxia's hand swimming on his face, Zhao Yiming finally surrendered.

"To tell you the truth, I just saw the old man take a cup out of his bag and drink from it. And the words 'Poetry Contest Judges' Commemoration were written on the water cup before I began to suspect it. ”

"And that Qin Yang also asked us if we were going to participate in the competition with a natural face. I thought, after reading a few poems, you think of the competition, and you are too good at associating it, unless it has something to do with you. ”

"As for the song "Qinyuan Spring, Changsha" arrived in Orange Island, I saw that everyone was very enthusiastic, so I took it out to help the fun. Of course, I was also going to fish for the old man. However, I really didn't expect his identity to be so important. I only found out about his own home. ”

"Uh-huh. Same as I guessed. Song Chuxia nodded with satisfaction.

But He Yiyi ignored her, she looked at Zhao Yiming with an unhappy face: "Then, Xiao Ming." You can now tell the whole story of "Qinyuan Spring, Changsha". ”

"Absolutely." It doesn't make much sense to be exposed in the cover-up, but Zhao Yiming still advised: "Since I knew that the competition venue was in Tanzhou, I have been thinking of this song." I'm going to win the championship with this song, but you really have to keep it a secret until then. ”

"Understood."

This time, the three of them nodded solemnly, what is the priority, they naturally know very well.

"Well, you hear me clearly." Zhao Yiming began to recite the full text of "Qinyuan Spring, Changsha":

"In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north, and the orange island is headed. Look at the mountains red all over, the forests are dyed; The river is clear and transparent, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely.

Confused, ask the vast earth, who is the master of ups and downs?

Bring hundreds of couples to travel. Reminiscing about the past, the years are thick. Just a young classmate, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan. Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat? ”

When he finished reciting the poem, the room was silent. Zhao Yiming could even hear the breathing of several girls.

chewed the whole poem several times, but He Yiyi's brows furrowed.

"What's wrong, Sister Yiyi?" Zhao Yiming asked when he saw this.

"Xiao Ming, your lyrics are too heroic, I think only Taizu's "Qinyuan Spring and Snow" can be compared." He Yiyi was a little careful in his choice of words and sentences.

Zhao Yiming listened to it but smiled in his heart: Of course, this is the work of Taizu of our Republic alone.

"However, this poem is definitely not suitable for a poetry contest." He Yiyi finally said.

"Sister Yiyi, I know. It's summer, and it's late autumn in the word, which is a bit unpleasant. Zhao Yiming said that he had thought of this a long time ago. During the competition, he could be said to have imagined the late autumn of Orange Island, anyway, he had foreshadowed it before, and he was not afraid of people not believing it.

But He Yiyi became more serious: "Xiao Ming, do you know what political sensitivity is. The spirit of this song is too strong. It's okay for our emperor to write, but if you write, there's nothing wrong with spreading it privately, but it's ...... when you get it in public."

Hearing this reason, Zhao Yiming was really dumbfounded. Your sister, there is such a thing as political sensitivity in this plane!

Can you still have fun?