Liu Yan finished reading the whole poem with enthusiasm, and the clarity of her eyes at the beginning is now cloudy, and it can be seen that she is very affectionate when she reads the poem, which is much better than Wu Hua before, and the classmates are also deeply substituted by her when they listen to it.

Liu Yan completely recited such a large number of poems, Professor Sun smiled even sweeter, and couldn't help clapping his hands: "Liu Yan is good, this poem is Qu Yuan's famous nine songs." The Nine Songs of National Mourning is an elegy to commemorate the fallen soldiers of the Chu State, the whole poem is sincere and fiery, the rhythm is clear and rapid, and Liu's recitation is open and vigorous, just right, there is an awe-inspiring and tragic, straight and masculine beauty. It's worth learning from! ”

"Thank you, Professor Sun."

Liu Yan sat down satisfied, and the charming dimples appeared on her face.

"Okay, with the previous memorization poem, I think any of the students dare to try to compose a poem, improvise a poem for everyone, or take out the poems they have done before and invite the students to taste them? If I do a good job, I will write a class excellence for this student. ”

Professor Sun knows how to use the power of the teacher, and he said that he could not finish it.

The interest of the classmates was naturally coaxed, and a fat girl stood up first: "Teacher, I made a poem by myself, I wonder if I can read it?" ”

"Tell me about it."

"Yes." The fat girl cleared her throat and read aloud: "High school study is really hard, reading self-study papers in the morning is blocked, college life is really wonderful, sleeping and shopping clubs." ”

Poof, Xi Qing, who was sitting not far from the fat girl, smiled.

This poem is not even a limerick, and it is too poorly written.

Xi Qing was unintentional, but this sneer was heard unhappily by the girl, she quickly searched for the source of the voice, crossed her waist and said, "Xi Qing, what are you laughing at?" The professor said, let everyone write poems freely, you don't dare to compose poems and laugh at me, you don't respect me. ”

Xi Qing was speechless and shook his hand again and again: "No, classmate, I didn't disrespect you, it's just that your poems are too funny." ”

"Tease? Hum! Are you laughing at my poems? We're not wet people, where can we compose poems, if you laugh at me, then you can come. The fat girl was not convinced, and shouted.

"Yes, this classmate, why don't you make a song too?"

Professor Sun did not stop the two from arguing, but in this way, the class would be more active. Professor Sun headed together, and the classmates coaxed Xi Qing: "Yes, come one, come one, everyone knows that you are good at writing, come to a song?" ”

Just him, he has a good literary style and can compose poetry? Wu Hua grinned and smiled, how could it be!

Xi Qing has never been the kind of person who likes to pretend to be forced, but sometimes, it just so happens that others hold you at such a height, when you are praised, if you don't show it, you can only fall to the ground from a high altitude, making people laugh.

Rather than pretending not to be forced, Xi Qing prefers to protect his self-esteem.

Xi Qing stood up, he had composed a few good wet songs before, and he just took out one casually at the moment, such as the song "Endless Tenderness".

This poem was written when Xi Qing was in love with a female classmate in middle school. is one of his personal favorite modern poems.

In fact, there is a feeling,

It's always on my mind.

Twist and turn, but you can't open your mouth,

Tremble only because of your gentleness.

It turns out that love is a kind of laughing when you see you,

If you are worried, you will be pitied,

It turns out that love is that you are by my side,

It's still in my heart.

You look at me, you don't look at me, it has nothing to do with my love to see you,

As long as you don't refuse me to appreciate you,

I'll write this poem,

The mountains will witness,

Flowing water will listen,

Only you

and time,

It's a tender song that I can't write enough!

Xi Qing read out his own poem, and in the current minute, many students still had the attitude of watching jokes, but this poem immediately penetrated their hearts.

Especially the boys and girls who had had a crush, they also seemed to have returned to their middle school days, remembering the girl they secretly handed the note, the boy.

That fat girl originally wanted Xi Qing to be unsuccessful, so she was sarcastic.

But this poem is so beautiful, full of romantic bubbles, the fat girl is intoxicated in the next second, holding her chin and not being able to pull it out, no matter what he cares.

Wu Hua is stupid, has he made it?

This poem, was he composed?

It turns out that love is a kind of laughing when you see you,

If you are worried, you will be pitied,

It turns out that love is that you are by my side,

It's still in my heart.

This sentence is so beautiful!

Professor Sun is certainly more professional than his classmates.

This modern poem is emotionally shy, and the words are full of that kind of feeling of wanting to be white and being ashamed, almost a white description, which can go straight to the heart.

However, compared with the whole modern poetry, it can only be said that it is a disease-free moaning and groaning after a young emotion has nowhere to be delivered, which is not a good wet poem.

Strangely, Professor Sun looked at Xi Qing and felt that he still had ink in him, so he couldn't help but ask: "Xi Qing, don't you know if there are any other poems to read to the teacher?" ”

"Yes, genius, I'll make another song for you."

"Yes, let's have a song, Xi Qing."

Xi Qing looked helpless: "I don't have it anymore." ”

"If you write another poem, the teacher will give you an excellent score this semester, of course, your next poem must surpass the previous one."

Hearing this, Xi Qing had a warm current in his heart, excellent in a semester? Excellent grades in major courses? It's still very tempting. In the next second, the warm current in his hand had rushed to his mind.

Xi Qing was a little ghostly, he straightened his chest and walked out of his seat, his eyes suddenly sad and sad, and his classmates couldn't help but substitute for him, full of anticipation to look at him:

The moon is bright at the end of the world, and the name is white to initiate acacia,

It is too late to extinguish the candle and merge the light, and it is unbearable to send true knowledge.

At this time, it is still a good time to sleep, and the night is dressed and dewed,

In the middle of the night, he suddenly sat up, and the spring silkworm spit out new silk!

Xi Qing took one step at a time, he chanted this wet, as if he was pacing like an ancient, the poem came out of his mouth, not as if it had been done before, but one step at a time, one by one, reproducing Cao Zhi's seven-step poem, but he only walked six steps;

said that some students could not understand the whole poem, but it was flat and the rhyme was accurate, and the poem was impeccable in the first place. Catchy and authentically rhyming.

Those who are a little more knowledgeable, hazy, can vaguely hear that this is a poem praising teachers, with silkworms and candles, which just fits the artistic conception of this three-foot podium. The situation made by Xi Qing's temporary meeting is to the point.

Everyone focused on Xi Qing, but only Liu Yan could see that Professor Sun in front of him was already in tears.

Although he is in his forties, he has dedicated more than ten years to the podium, and his body is difficult to return because of the perennial consumption.

It's just that I don't want to, this "unbearable hand" is really more than enough for me!

This seven-character poem is sensible and reads into people's hearts;

It does not have an original work, and Mr. Sun, who is a professor, knows this, so this poem was written by Xi Qing temporarily.

So wet, so wet!

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