The corners of his mouth curved slightly, Wang Xiaofan looked around at the crowd, exhaled lightly, thought for a few seconds, and said the first sentence of the short poem in a deep voice: "You, stand on the bridge and look at the scenery." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Are you standing on the bridge and looking at the scenery?

What the hell! Trick me?

Kong Ru's face immediately darkened. This poem is an ordinary everyday phrase, just like the polite and frequent greetings between acquaintances on the street, "Have you eaten". There's nothing out of the ordinary, and there's nothing delicate and beautifully delicate.

However, Wang Xiaofan hadn't finished reading yet, and Kong Ru couldn't interrupt him at this time.

"The people who watch the scenery are looking at you from the bridge."

This kind of nonsense again. Can this be called poetry? To sum up, isn't it just that the two people on the bridge and under the bridge are looking at each other?

It seems that this Wang Xiaofan is just addicted, and there is no real material at all.

"The moon decorates your window."

When she heard this poem, Kong Ru's heart chuckled when she was still angry just now.

The first two lines of the poem are indeed plain, but the third sentence is like a stroke of genius, which is seamlessly matched with the first two sentences, slowly releasing the artistic conception that the whole poem wants to depict.

Wang Xiaofan confidently and gently recited the last sentence: "You have decorated other people's dreams." ”

As soon as the word "dream" fell, the classroom was quiet and terrible, no one spoke, and everyone was infected by the aesthetic conception brought by this poem.

"Finished?" Kong Ru asked meaninglessly.

"It's over." Wang Xiaofan said with a smile.

This poem is Bian Zhilin's four-sentence short poem "Broken Chapter", in fact, this is a sentence selected by the original author from an original long poem, because he thinks that his long poem is only written well in these four sentences, so it is named "Broken Chapter", although the artistic conception is wonderful, but it can still be extended down.

As a teacher of the Chinese Department and a senior literary scholar, Kong Ru can naturally appreciate the unending meaning of the poem.

muttered this poem several times, even Kong Ru, who wanted to favor Xiao Yu, had to admit that Wang Xiaofan was several grades higher than Xiao Yu.

Faced with such a masterpiece, Kong Ru had no choice but to sigh and say, "Xiao Yu, you lost." ”

Xiao Yu's face was extremely ugly. For the first time in her life, she was defeated in her most proud, best-in-class creation.

Even an ordinary person will find it difficult to accept that he fails on his best project.

"I'm not convinced! Who knows if you copied this poem! Xiao Yu cheekily quibbled.

The people in the classroom can't stand it anymore, this Xiao Yu is too small, right?

You say that people are plagiarizing, so how do you prove that you are not plagiarizing?

"It's really a summer worm, you can't talk about ice! I'm going to convince you of losing today! I'll make another poem with Sanyuan Bridge! ”

Wang Xiaofan sorted out his emotions, first waited for a few seconds, and after satisfying everyone's appetite, he chanted a peerless masterpiece that even Kong Ru was ashamed of.

"Gently I go, just as softly I came; I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.

The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset; The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny and wander towards the greener grass; Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute; Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is tonight's Sanyuan Bridge!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came; I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

Wang Xiaofan was very clever to replace the Kangqiao in the previous life's "Farewell Kangqiao" with the Sanyuan Bridge in the school. Anyway, there is no such poem in this world, even if he plagiarized it? Do you have proof?

After listening to this poem, Kong Ru, who has profound literary attainments, lifted his glasses and carefully observed Wang Xiaofan.

He is clean and handsome, has healthy skin, and looks very approachable, but once he gets angry, he should not be underestimated.

"Literary genius!"

This is Kong Ru's evaluation of Wang Xiaofan.

Just when Xiao Yu wanted to quibble, Kong Ru spoke: "Xiao Yu, the three of you go and find a seat in the back." ”

"What?" Xiao Yu glanced at Kong Ru in disbelief.

Is this still the Kong Ru who usually spoils her like a child? Why is it biased towards that Wang Xiaofan today?

"Didn't you listen to the teacher? Come on! Kong Ru's eyes widened, and his majesty appeared.

Xiao Yu and the three of them could only go to the back in disgrace.

"This classmate, come to my office after class. Alright, let's get to class! ”

Kong Ru's class is destined to be bad, and the students are all talking about the poem just now, so how can they still have the heart to listen to her class!

Even she herself was stunned from time to time, recalling the two poems that Wang Xiaofan had just made. Therefore, she hastily finished this class, which was not very important anyway, and couldn't wait to go to the office to chat with Wang Xiaofan.

"You're boyfriend and girlfriend?" Kong Ru asked.

"Well, this is my daughter-in-law." Wang Xiaofan naturally hugged Yang Chan into his arms, not caring at all about someone in front of him.

Yang Chan lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at Kong Ru.

"Hehe, they're all in college, and it's really time to fall in love. By the way, what are the names of those two poems you just had? Kong Ru was not interested in Wang Xiaofan's private life, so she couldn't wait to ask about the poem.

"The first song is called "Broken Chapter", and the second song is called "Farewell Sanyuan Bridge".

"Such two good poems, even some poets who have strong attainments in modern poetry, can't write such excellent poems, in front of this poem, your age can be completely erased, hey, it's really stronger than the generation." Kong Ru said with sincere admiration.

"That's a must, because I'm a genius!" Wang Xiaofan adhered to a shameless attitude and took Kong Ru's praise in full.

Amused by his cheeky humorous attitude, Kong Ru said his true purpose for letting him come after laughing.

"That's right, the Writers' Association recently asked for a manuscript of a modern poem, and I want to write a poem based on the environment of Jiangda. But no matter how I write it, I feel a little empty, and I want you to help me take a look and make suggestions. ”

The fact that an award-winning traditional writer asks his students for advice will surely make a lot of people lose their teeth.

The so-called master is the teacher, Kong Ru has always admired those talented people. This is also the reason why she will defend Wang Xiaofan in class.

Wang Xiaofan unceremoniously picked up Kong Ru's poem manuscript and read it silently, was silent for a while, and then said: "This modern poem is very good in terms of concept, and it writes the characteristics of Jiangda surrounded by mountains and seas. It's a pity that it is, as you say, lacking some connotation in it. So, I'll write a poem for your reference. ”

After listening to Wang Xiaofan's words, Kong Ru always felt as if she was a student. This Wang Xiaofan's tone is really not ordinary!

Okay, I'll see what real material is there to dare to release this kind of wild talk!

After a few minutes of writing, the poems written in the strong and handsome small seal style were neatly presented on the paper.

Wang Xiaofan nodded with satisfaction, then hugged Yang Chan and said to Kong Ru: "Let's go first, teacher." ”

Then he flirted with Yang Chan and left without looking back.

"Are you in a hurry to leave before I finish reading the poem, because you are afraid of my criticism?" Kong Ru picked up the paper dissatisfied.

However, after reading this poem, Kong Ru's whole person seemed to be pointed, his mouth opened wide, and he stayed in place in surprise.

After being stunned for about half an hour, Kong Ru plunged into the ocean of art again with tears in her eyes and began to study Wang Xiaofan's peerless work.

People passing by Kong Ru's office on this day thought that she might have had a nervous breakdown.

In the hidden door, there were sometimes bursts of exclamation, sometimes hearty laughter, and sometimes cries.

No one knew that it was because an old writer who had been immersed in the poetry world for many years was moved by a modern poem that shook the world and cried ghosts and gods.

"Facing the sea, spring blossoms...... How could a freshman who has just entered his freshman year create such a meaningful work? Is he really a genius, as he himself said? ”

("Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" is a masterpiece of Haizi.) If you are interested, you can search for it on the Internet, and I won't write it here. Oh, and by the way, Haizi finally committed suicide by lying on the rails, supposedly because of poetry, and he was only 25 years old when he died. He's really a genius. )