"Lao Li, how do I feel that something is wrong with our girl today!" Aunt Zhong said to the middle-aged man. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If Wang Zishuai is here, he will definitely know this man, just because he is Li Jianbin, the principal of Nanhua No. 1 Middle School, if he knows about this product, will he still be a girl?

"Oh, what's going on, tell me." Li Jianbin said with a smile, no one should dare to bully her with her girl's violent temper in school!

"I can't say it, I have a note in my hand, and when I saw me coming, I panicked and pretended to go back to the room, I felt weird, I locked the door when I entered the room, and I haven't come out yet." Aunt Zhong said while untying her apron.

"Well, I'll ask later."

"You said Ziqing wouldn't be in love, right?" Aunt Zhong said worriedly.

"How do I know? I'll talk about it later, now that the girl is bigger, I'm going to take the college entrance examination soon, you see, let's talk about it after the college entrance examination! ”

"No, if it's true, then what if people kidnap our girl at that time, you can ask later." Aunt Zhong said while shaking her head.

"Okay, I know, you go and call the girl for dinner."

Li Ziqing didn't know that someone would interrogate her soon, and she was still immersed in that poem, recalling what happened with Wang Zishuai in the past few years.

"It's time to eat, Ziqing." I woke up when I heard my mother's voice.

Li Ziqing sat at the dinner table, her eyes were still a little red, the two parents looked at each other, nodded secretly, and had thoughts in their hearts.

"Ziqing, what's wrong with you, why are your eyes red. Did you just cry, who messed with you? Aunt Zhong still couldn't help but ask first.

"No, I'm fine!" Li Ziqing said nervously.

"I think you're in trouble, so when you just came back, what was the matter with the panic?"

When my mother said this, my face turned red and my head was buried low.

"Are you in love?" That's when Dad asked.

"No, how is it possible," the voice was so small that only she could hear.

Sure enough, this is the rhythm of love, Lao Li thought to himself. No, I can't let the unscrupulous young man be deceived, I went to see which kid it was, and after making up my mind, I said: "Ziqing, you are also older, there are some things here, we don't interfere too much, but can you tell me who that young man is!" ”

Li Ziqing said hesitantly: "The prince of our class is handsome. ”

Hey, it seems that ginger is still old and spicy! Our senior class leader has fallen like this.

Wang Zishuai, who was really eating, suddenly sneezed, and couldn't help but think, who would be talking about me?

"Son, do you have a cold?" Mom asked with concern.

"No, maybe someone misses your son." Hehe said with a smile.

Grasping the code word is the king, uploading a chapter, starting to code the word, knowing that twelve o'clock before going to bed.

The next day, as soon as I sat down, I asked Li Ziqing, "Have you seen anything for you?" ”

Li Ziqing blushed and said with a smile: "Hmm." ”

Wang Zishuai smiled, sure enough, as soon as the big killer weapon was sacrificed, the effect was just dropped.

This poem "A Flowering Tree" is Ms. Xi's poem about nature, and of course, more people regard it as a love poem.

Modern poetry is different from Tang and Song poetry, he does not have a certain rhythm, nor does he have any mediocrity. The whole style of work is very free, this freedom represents the unique thinking of modern people, although modern poetry has little influence in this era, but it also occupies an important position in the literary world, and this kind of modern poetry is even more fatal for those young women in literature and art.

"And what do you think?" The prince asked cheaply.

"Hmm." Li Ziqing buried her head in a low voice.

That's a promise, right? Quack quack, Lao Tzu is going to say goodbye to being single, if it weren't for the classroom, this thing would definitely yell.

As soon as class ended, someone came to Wang Zishuai: "The principal is looking for you, go now." With that, he turned around and left.

Is this a Shenma situation? I didn't have a connection when I wanted to break my head, so I went obediently.

"Report!" Outside the headmaster's room, Wang Zishuai shouted cautiously.

"Come in." A loud voice from the headmaster was heard inside.

"Headmaster, are you looking for me?" Since he couldn't figure it out, he calmly asked.

"Well, Wang Zishuai, the poem is good!" The headmaster asked meaningfully.

"Thank you for the compliment, I will continue to work hard." I thought I was talking about online poetry.

The principal was so angry when he heard this: I wrote sweet words to coax my daughter, but I didn't say it.

"I came to you this time because I wanted you to represent our No. 1 Middle School in the National Youth Writing Competition. This is the first competition jointly organised by the Education Bureau and the Writers' Association, what do you think? "Damn, I'm not Yuan Fang, what do I think.

"The college entrance examination is coming soon, when will this youth writing contest be held?"

"In the past two days, you have finished writing the manuscript and handed it to your head teacher, just do it. The selection of works began on June 1, oh, by the way, the first prize is 100,000 Yanhuang coins," the principal said.

As soon as I heard that there was a bonus for this product, and it was so high, my heart suddenly became hot. "Principal, rest assured, I will definitely live up to the school's expectations and training, and will definitely get a good result on behalf of the school." ”

"Well, don't let me down! When you get good grades, I'll surprise you. The principal said loudly, took a piece of paper and handed it to Wang Zishuai,

"This is the writing requirement for this time, you take it back and take a closer look. Well, so be it! ”

This National Youth Writing Contest is the first competition jointly organized by the National Education Bureau and the National Writers Association, which is not tolerated for a little sloppiness, and it is also the most stringent one.

There is not much restriction on the subject matter of writing, it can be said to be free to play, the only thing that is limited is the number of words, which cannot exceed 5000 words.

This is not difficult for me, and I have read many short films in my previous life.

Which one to choose? Every time I encounter a choice, I have a big head.

Which one to choose, "The Gift of the Magi", or "A Bowl of Soba", or ......

At this time, Wang Zishuai's eyes suddenly lit up. Yes, it's the right one.

O-Henry-style ending.

Absolutely unexpected, haha, it's you.

At that time, it will definitely surprise many literary masters.

It can be regarded as a kind of writing method!

The ending is a bit similar to the ending of a piece of two thousand, three or four.

Hehe, it's more in line with yourself.