"On the vast sea, the wind gathers dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrel flies proudly like black lightning. ”

Qingqing's immature voice sounded, although she didn't understand this poem, and she didn't even read it well. But the reason why a classic is a classic is that no matter when, where, no matter what the situation, it has the power to infect people. Therefore, as soon as Qingqing finished reading the first paragraph, the teachers and parents who were originally a little careless became serious.

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This turned out to be a modern poem!

He Li was a little surprised! While listening to Qingqing's reading, I imagined that kind of picture in my mind, and before I knew it, I finished reading a poem "Haiyan" from Gorky in my previous life.

Although there was no emotion in this recitation, He Li still had a feeling of unfinished. Composition is a Chinese teacher, a graduate student of the Department of Literature of Peking University, she has her own literary literacy, just from the words, she can judge the excellence of this poem.

And this kind of poetry is definitely not something that a second-year student can write, even if she is a literary genius, her own experience is not enough to support her to write such poems! Even, the literature major himself can't write such poems!

Who is this from? With such curiosity, He Li first opened her mouth and praised it: "Qingqing, this poem is very good, the teacher has never seen a few modern poems that can compare to this poem!" ”

Then He Li asked, "Can Qingqing tell the teacher who wrote this poem?" ”

"I just wrote this poem!" Qingqing replied without a little hesitation!

For Qingqing's arrogant answer, He Li rolled her eyes in her heart! If you can write such a poem, you can be my teacher!

Hearing Qingqing's answer, the parents were all happy!

If you don't brag, you can die!

What kind of people are in this family!

Just now, the adults in her family said that when the child grows up, he will teach her how to solve the Fermat conjecture and the Goldbach conjecture. This will make the child brag about the poem he wrote with such a deep meaning. Does this mean that there are children who have what kind of parents?

"This" He Li paused, sorted out her words, and tried her best to keep her tone gentle: "Qingqing, the teacher knows that you just wrote this poem, but the teacher asks who wrote this poem first?" ”

"I was the first one to write it!"

Listening to Qingqing's answer without hesitation, Jiang Yan rolled his eyes.

He didn't say anything, though. Because what Qingqing said is justified! After all, Qingqing is right, this poem was indeed written by Qingqing, and Qingqing was really the first to write this poem in this world.

It's just that Jiang Yan read it, and Qingqing wrote it with a pen!

"Qingqing, you have to be honest, you see that you can't read it smoothly yourself, how can this poem be written by you!" Listening to Qingqing's "bragging", He Li was also a little unhappy.

"I didn't write this poem!"

Qingqing's words are as confident as ever.

Burst!

Parents couldn't help but laugh out loud!

This unlucky kid just said that he wrote this poem by himself, and he was the first to write it, and now he says that he didn't write it himself! Are you sure you're not playing with a teacher?

Looking at Qingqing's innocent face, He Li had the urge to vomit blood. But then He Li seemed to think of something, and continued to ask: "You mean, this poem was the first one you wrote with a pen, but it was not written by you, is it right for the teacher to understand it this way?" ”

"Well, yes! This poem was written by Jiang Yan reading me!"

Qingqing is an honest child, although he is a little less virtuous from his mother, but he never lies.

Jiang Yan complained helplessly, buddy helped you, you turned around and sold me!

"Jiang Yan? Which Jiang Yan? He Li continued to ask.

"Ahh That's him! ”

Qingqing took off the sunglasses on Jiang Yan's face!

"Jiang Yan! You are that Jiang Yan! He Li suddenly became a little eloquent.

Jiang Yan looked inexplicable.

What's going on with this teacher?

"Teacher Jiang Yan, I'm your fan! I love your songs, your novels, your poems! He Li's next words dispelled Jiang Yan's doubts.

Is buddy so famous?

You can meet fans at a parent-teacher conference!

"Teacher Jiang Yan, did you write this poem?" He Li confirmed.

"Well, yes! The child said that he couldn't write an essay and asked me to help write it, and I thought about the child's homework that I couldn't help write well, so I read it and let her write it herself! After thinking about it, Jiang Yan explained: "The child is right, this poem is indeed the first one she wrote in this world. ”

Forehead!

Listening to Jiang Yan's answer, the parents were speechless!

Do you know that it is not good to help your child write, so you read it out to your child sentence by sentence? Is it really good for you to do this?

And He Li thought of more.

"Mr. Jiang, are you saying that this poem was created by you on the spot and dictated by Qingqing?" He Li asked uncertainly, even thinking that she had misunderstood.

And Jiang Yan's nod should have dispelled the last uncertainty in her heart.

"I often hear the media evaluate that Mr. Jiang Yan is a great talent, and I know that my reputation is worthy when I see it today. The exit is said to be Mr. Jiang Yan, you are like this! He Li said with emotion.

"You've got it!" Jiang Yan said modestly.

"Mr. Jiang, this poem was written by you, can you please read it to everyone on the spot!" After hesitating, He Li made her own request.

"Well, no problem!"

Jiang Yan nodded in agreement.

"On the vast sea, the wind gathers dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrel flies proudly like black lightning. One moment its wings touched the waves, the next it rushed straight into the clouds, and it cried, and in the brave cries of the birds, the clouds heard joy. In this cry - full of longing for the storm! In this shout, the clouds heard the power of anger, the fire of passion, and the confidence of victory. The seagulls moaned before the storm came, and they flew across the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea."

didn't take the manuscript, Jiang Yan got up and directly recited the song "Haiyan".

Under the rendering of Jiang Yan's magical voice, this poem infected everyone. In front of them, they seemed to see proud petrels, flying across the cloud-covered sea. They seemed to see the timid moaning of the sea ducks and the clumsy hiding of the penguins.

In the whole cloud-covered sea, only Haiyan is not afraid of wind and rain.

"This sensitive spirit, which has long heard of fatigue in the wrath of the thunder, is convinced that the clouds cannot hide the sun, yes, not the sun!"

In this way, He Li thought a lot, and what kind of firm belief did she have in her heart to write such a poem?

Dark clouds can't hide the sun, and after the wind and rain, it will always be sunshine. A poem expresses a kind of insistence that will never bow to the darkness!

Somehow, He Li remembered Jiang Yan and remembered that he was still facing a behemoth's blockade. In this regard, Jiang Yan, as written in his poem, seems to have always been full of this firm belief, confident that he is not afraid of all difficulties.

With Jiang Yan's affectionate recitation of the poem, from the dullness at the beginning to the rush later, Jiang Yan's voice suddenly increased by an octave.

"The wind roars...... Thunder roared......

Piles of dark clouds, like cyan flames, burned on the bottomless sea. The sea seized the bolts of lightning and extinguished them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightning bolts, like fiery snakes, swam in the sea and disappeared in a flash.

- Storm! The storm is coming!

This is the brave petrel, in the roaring sea, in the midst of the lightning, flying proudly; This is the prophet of victory shouting"

At this moment, Jiang Yan seemed to be incarnated as a prophet of the storm, and when facing the storm, he let out his own roar.

Why should I suffer these injustices?

I didn't get rewarded for helping the company, and I had to be exploited by the company just because I showed my talent?

If I resist, I'll be banned?

All right!

Come on!

Let's see if you can stop me!

I show a little edge, and some people can't look at me well, and run out to hack me and question me?

Okay!

Come on!

I'll see if I have the classics of the whole world in my previous life and are stronger, or if you, an old man in the music world, are more popular!

When I do something, a group of people hack me, a group of people want to stop me, and they can't see what good I have.

I wrote a poem and jumped out of Li Fu.

I sang a song and drilled out a senior.

I write a novel and pop out a basket of fruit.

Well, cucumbers are vegetables!

That's not the point!

Oppugn? Jeer? Despise? Discredit?

So what! Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your name in the world! The path I chose myself! I will not back down, I will question and ridicule me and crush me with strength. Despise and smear me, and I will use my work to shatter!

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Let the storm come more violently!" ”

This voice seems to shout out Jiang Yan's grievances and boredom over the past few days, and shouts out his unyielding in the face of injustice and difficulties. Jiang Yan seemed to be using his own voice to raise his voice to the world, telling those who obstructed him.

Come on! I'm not afraid! Even though there are tens of millions of people, I will also go! It's a big deal, but I'm not going to stop fighting!

This is Jiang Yan's heart!

He Li listened to it stupidly!

Parents quickly got goosebumps!

Jiang Yan finished reciting a poem "Haiyan", and there was silence in the classroom. Then a sea of applause rang out, penetrating the entire campus!

"What's the situation? Why is it so noisy? ”

On the first floor, just after class, several teachers heard the applause in the corridor and asked each other.

"I heard that there is a parent-teacher conference on the second floor, maybe there is something going on over there!"

"Let's go, go up and have a look!"

Several teachers went up to the second floor and walked to the place where the applause came from, and all the parents and teachers in the whole classroom looked at the man standing in the middle of the classroom and gave him their own applause.

At this moment, this man seems to be the center of the world!

At this moment, this boy seemed to be shining with a divine light!