The classmates in the classroom exploded.

"The proposition is a modern poem, oh my God, Shen Feihu is worthy of being an old fox. There are 9 minutes left until the end of class, how is that possible?"

"Leading edge? Just give these two words, there is no explanation of what they mean, how to do it? It's like a proposition essay, there is no material, how to interpret the central idea, and there is no point off the topic. I really thought it was a poet and a poet. ”

Everyone talked about it, and they were not optimistic about Wu Xie.

Although the current poems are not as good as the ancient poems, the difficulties are no worse than the ancient poems.

In the traditional sense, the text of ancient poems is concise and full, focusing on the intention to express the connotation of Xiàn poems, writing the scene throughout, and the feelings are in the scene. Just like a painting, the words are like a brush, presenting rich and colorful style paintings and landscape paintings.

Modern poetry, on the other hand, is free, has no structural and phonological limitations, and can be written however you want. You can break a sentence into several lines, intermittently, or backwards and backwards and stutter.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Three minutes passed.

Wu Xie stood there like a piece of wood, without the slightest hurry. Isn't it the proposition of the modern poem "Frontier". The world-famous modern poet Xi Murong has a modern poem, also called Qianyuan. Coincidentally, Wu Xie's back is ripe.

When are people most desperate?

Is life condemned to death? Is it life and death? Or is it misunderstood again and again? Or the bankruptcy of the family......

No, you were already disappointed, but you gave hope; In the end, hope is shattered, and the final despair is ushered in.

Wu Xie is undoubtedly creating such a desperate scene.

Shen Feihu looked at Wu Xie's helpless expression and was satisfied.

You're not a poetry expert, you're very dragged. Yesterday I turned off my phone and didn't answer my phone, and now it doesn't depend on my face.

Wu Xie, as long as you are still my student for a day, I will have 10,000 ways to cure you. This semester, you don't even want to apply for a bursary, you can get a scholarship, no matter how good your grades are, I will give you a bad evaluation, and you don't want to get a penny.

Poor boys should keep a low profile, what 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor. That's just a lie created by the superiors to the subordinates, a way to consolidate power. Seriously? Then you lose!

The minutes passed until 2 minutes before the end of class.

Shen Feihu smiled proudly: "How is it, Wu Xie." If you can't do it, apologize, the teacher still has teacher ethics and will forgive you for your previous stupid behavior. ”

"Uh, teacher......" Wu Xie deliberately dragged out his tone, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Shen Feihu was smug, thinking that Wu Xie raised the white flag and surrendered, and was about to criticize Wu Xie in public, and then establish his personal authority. Wu Xie's unscrupulous voice, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, sounded in vain.

"Teacher, your proposition is too simple, can you make some difficult things for me next time, otherwise how can you meet your nickname Teacher Shen Feihu."

Shen Feihu's face on the podium was red with grievances, and he was furious. Wu Xie recited emotionally under the surprised gaze of his classmates.

"If people can really be reincarnated, if there is really reincarnation in the world, then what was my love, what was our previous life? If you were a woman who picked lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, I would have been the flower you missed under your wrist; If you had been a naughty boy who had skipped school, I would have watched you go away without knowing it in the grass by the roadside, the brand-new marble that fell from your bag. ”

"If you were a monk facing the wall, I would be the incense in front of the temple, burning and accompanying you for a quiet time. Therefore, when we meet in this life, I always feel that there are some unfinished edges, but I am in a trance and cannot distinguish them carefully, and I can't tell you them one by one. ”

After all, Wu Xie is a student of the broadcasting department, and his recitation skills are first-class, and he deliberately recites this poem in a crooked and lengthy way, hazy and tactful. In the individual self-esteem, or aggravated, or prolonged or drifted, to create a poetic mood, so that everyone is caught in it, unable to extricate themselves.

Shen Feihu was stunned, savoring the front edge of this song.

After a moment, his gaze was glazed. He originally wanted to point out the shortcomings of this poem with evidence, which convinced his classmates and Wu Xie.

But he couldn't find a trace of flaw in this front. Even back in his student days, he once expressed such a fiery love for a girl.

Yaqi's silent class pins and needles could be heard, and then they were drowned out by the enthusiastic applause of their classmates.

"Wu Xie, this modern poem is fantastic, it is like a dream, and it seems to be nothing. A bizarre scene far and near. No, I love this poem so much. ”

"I can't imagine that yesterday's ancient poem was a blockbuster, and today's poem is the same."

"I seem to have returned to my high school career, I used to love such a girl so madly, but unfortunately now they have parted ways, but when I heard this poem, I was going to call her after class, and I still loved her so passionately......"

……

This leading edge is the work of Xi Murong in that world, and it is a prose poem, and it is reasonable to have such a response.

Love has been neglected, complained, and willing to sacrifice. The three juxtaposed images in the poem are exquisite and fresh, and there is a different kind of emotional penetration.

After reminiscing, everyone applauded enthusiastically, and looked at Wu Xie who was not arrogant or impatient with excited eyes.

Shen Feihu's face was flushed, and he couldn't get off the stage. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, when Qian Wude's voice came from him.

"Teacher Shen, what do you think of Wu Xie's front edge, give us an appreciation and analysis."

Shen Feihu's face became even more ruddy, and his face was ashamed.

The artistic conception expressed in "Frontier" has been detached from the category of modern poetry that he has mastered. In just a few minutes, he didn't even understand the meaning of the words on the surface, how to appreciate it.

"Teacher Shen, you should be satisfied with this leading edge!" Wu Xie laughed.

Shen Feihu was so angry that his chest tightened, how could he have been so despised by a student: "Satisfied." Classes are out in one minute, and we'll be out now! ”

In this classroom, to be exact, where Wu Xie is there, he doesn't want to stay for a moment.

I wanted to slap my face, but I didn't expect that it was himself who was slapped in the face.

Thorn head, what a prickly head student. I also thought that if you apologized this time, I would reluctantly get you a scholarship to the next college......

Shen Feihu comforted himself as he packed up his books and prepared to leave the classroom.

"Teacher, I have another poem for you!"

As soon as Wu Xie's words fell, Shen Feihu's departing back trembled. He had a bad premonition.

"You know that the wine is strong only when you are drunk, and you know how important you know when you love, you can't be my poem, just as, I can't dream of you. Teacher, this poem is called "Dreams and Poems"! ”

You can't be my poem, these words pierced Shen Feihu's heart like a needle, making him ashamed but powerless to refute.

No way, he is just a modern poetry research enthusiast who became a monk halfway, and he usually writes limerick poems, and occasionally points out the country on the Internet, but that's all.

"Classmate Wu Xie, you are very good, Teacher Shen remembers you."

After the sound of Yin Measurement came, Shen Feihu disappeared into a burst of laughter.