Chapter 8: The beginning of the poem

It's back to school!

The memories of everyone running on the pitch that day are still there.

Xi Qing's MVP is still being doubled, Song Haiping, Li Yawei are talking about it, but Hao Le has already entered other stories.

"Xi Qing, I'm going to the study room to practice painting, do you want to go together?"

"No, I have something else to do. There you go. "Xi Qing didn't go with Hao Le to prepare for painting, that's right, school has started, and the enrollment of the department's student union is now in full swing.

Xi Qing is going to sign up at this time, and then prepare what to say in the first test, how to express himself.

When I came to the registration point, there happened to be three girls in the secretary department, and the girls were all wearing umbrella skirts, revealing their slender calves, plus bright T-shirts, giving people an extremely youthful and beautiful feeling.

What impressed Xi Qing the most was the one in the middle, she was half a head taller than the two girls next to her, she had to be about 1.7 meters, her figure was thin, but she was quite symmetrical, with a black skirt and a black shirt, melon seed face, and semi-short hair, not particularly beautiful, but she had a special temperament.

Those eyes were like stars in the night, deep and bottomless, but at the moment when they happened to meet their own gaze, they seemed to stir up the waves, and smiled charmingly with a circle of ripples, and said quietly: "Did you sign up?" ”

Xi Qing stood stupidly not far away, looking at Senior Sister Bian Xuejing, as if admiring a painting, but muttered repeatedly in her heart, why is she so temperamental.

"Yes, I signed up."

"Well, then you can fill out a form."

"Okay."

It's not that Xi Qing hasn't seen a woman or a beautiful woman, but Rao is used to seeing beautiful women, and the elegant temperament of Xuejing here still makes people look at each other unconsciously.

It gives you an attraction: you want to talk, chat, and be with her at first sight. Yes, it's the sudden attraction!

Fill out forms, post photos, write resumes...

"Sister Jing, have you noticed, that boy didn't forget to look at you with two eyeballs when he filled out the form..."

Before Xi Qing turned around and walked far, he heard the girl whispering to Bian Xuejing.

Bian Xuejing said: "Really? I didn't pay attention. ”

"Xiaoxue, take his registration form and take a look."

In the recruitment of new students in the secretarial department, not everyone will enter the preliminary examination, after all, there are so many people, and the secretarial department will first have a selection in these application resumes.

The one called Xiaoxue took Xi Qing's registration form.

When she handed it to Aiwei, the latter's eyes widened, and then she couldn't help laughing: "Too, it's so interesting, do you know what the reason for entering the secretariat is written by this younger brother named Xi Qing?" ”

Zhang Xue asked, "What?" ”

Ivy read: "Since the moment I saw you, my heart has set off waves, every one is your smile, for you, I want to enter the secretarial department, to bring you more vitality." In the spring, we have never met secretly, in the summer, the rain and dew write a book for you, and after this autumn, I saw your eyes like autumn water... However, do we have to wait for winter to see you again? ”

"What?" Zhang Xue smiled after hearing this: "He wrote this? ”

"That's what I'm writing about." Ivy nodded.

Zhang Xue said she didn't believe it, leaned over to look at it, and did write this paragraph: "Wow, this boy is too brave, is this Hongguoguo's confession to Sister Jing?" However, the literary style is flying and domineering, the feeling of writing poems for you in spring, summer, autumn and winter, like the people in our secretarial department, romantic enough, enough feeling. Vice Minister, tell me, do you want this Xi Qing to be selected for the preliminary examination? ”

Bian Xuejing did not have the joy of the little girl being confessed, but was angry at this reason for such a "joke" of Xi Qing, now in her third year of college, she was alone for the first two years, and she especially hated self-righteous boys. Angry: "I thought he had a lot of temperament between his eyebrows, maybe he would be a malleable talent, but I didn't want to be so frivolous." If you can't be selected, throw away his entry form. ”

Lose... Fall....

Zhang Ye and Zhang Yi reported to the Ministry of Sports, Hao Le reported to the Propaganda Department, damn it, this Hao Le not only sent his registration form, but also reported the Propaganda Department for Xi Qing when he wanted to fight with Xi Qing.

When he sued Xi Qing for this qiē, Xi Qing could only express that he was speechless.

……

On the third day of school, in this English class, Xi Qing skipped class.

It's not that he likes to skip class, but he doesn't like English class Xi Qing very much, he thinks why Chinese want to learn this bird language, he fought for the college entrance examination in middle school, and now he doesn't continue to suffer from this.

The second session was a professional class on ancient Chinese language, and Xi Qing sat in the classroom with the textbook.

This class was taught by Professor Sun, and he liked it very much.

Professor Sun, who is in his 40s, is the youngest associate professor among the faculty, and his lectures are not boring and interesting.

This lesson is also about the history of the development of Chinese poetry.

Chinese poetry, broad and profound, from the Book of Poetry, Chu Ci, Han Fu to the folk songs of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, the literati poems of the Han, Wei and Yuan dynasties, and the later mature Tang ancient style, Xinyuefu, and Gelu poems; Then the peak of Song poetry, Yuan song, and finally modern poetry, Chinese poetry can be said to have followed the rolling wheel of history and has been developing.

In the 5,000-year-old Chinese civilization, poetry is the most brilliant and gorgeous flower in this civilization, a trickling wave, and a bright star.

Professor Sun's lectures are so popular, and Professor Sun is not rigid and dogmatic, just like this poetry class, Professor Sun named the students in the class to compose poems or memorize poems. If you can memorize poems, you don't have to compose poems yourself, and if you can't memorize poems, you can only improvise poems by yourself.

"Let's do a song first, squad leader." Professor Sun first named Wu Hua's name.

Wu Hua stood up, thought for a while, and read: "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns." You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk! Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. Born me. Material. Must. It's useful, and the daughter will come back when it's gone. ”

Wu Hua doesn't say that he reads it very charmingly, he was born in a wealthy family, and his education is really good, at least in the accumulation of poetry, he does have some expertise.

Therefore, when he majored in Chinese language, his parents saw his hobby in this area.

Professor Sun nodded: "Yes, this poem is Li Bai's general wine, which you learned when you were in middle school." Sit down! Can anyone read a textbook that they haven't learned before? ”

Professor Sun looked at the bottom, no one raised their hands, and he said, "If no one raises their hands, then study the committee members to set an example." Yoo Yeon. ”

Liu Yan sat in the first row, Professor Sun made a look, Liu Yan stood up silently, her eyes were clear, she raised her head slightly, and read: "Wu Gexi is (pi) rhino armor, and the car is wrong (gu) Xi short soldier." The sun covers the enemy like a cloud, and the arrows and fallen soldiers compete for the first............ Cheng is both brave and martial, and he is strong and invincible. The body is dead, the god is the spirit, and the soul of the child is the ghost. ”

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