Regarding this exam topic, Qian Hao also thought about it after meditating, and then he had a flash of inspiration.

In fact, someone in his previous life played with the poem "I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust", and promised to give a bottle of Lafite to the best person who continued to write.

As a result, this matter became popular on Weibo.

Qian Hao didn't think about it, he just wanted to change the way of the exam. No matter what questions come up in the inspection class, whether it is to write literary knowledge or analyze poetry, students can do it, because they can Baidu it.

That's not interesting.

So, he wanted to play a new trick, and then he really thought about it.

This trick is good, continue to write poetry, there is no way to Baidu now.

However, Qian Hao underestimated these students. They couldn't write it themselves, so they immediately ran to post it, begging grandpa to sue grandma.

"Where is the god of poetry, urgent!"

", Mr. Xiao Qian asked us to continue writing poems, you guys come and save your lives!"

"I have a pot of wine, enough to soothe the dust. I want to continue writing, the teacher is not a person. ”

"Poofhaha, it's a great talent upstairs!!"

The students had a great time, and they were all full of interest, and they all continued to write. It's just that sequel...... If Qian Hao saw it, he would definitely smile bitterly.

Ao, what did you write about?

It's lively outside, deserted inside. Everyone frowned, pondering and meditating, only Qian Hao stood leisurely on the podium.

However, he was soon stunned, because many students had turned in their papers.

So soon, it's only half a class, isn't it inspiring?

Thinking like this, he became interested, and picked it up casually to take a look.

"I have a pot of wine, enough to soothe the dust. Lao Du ignored me and would rather give it to someone else. ”

"I have a pot of wine, enough to soothe the dust. Plus a cigarette, lie in the groove race fairy. ”

"I have a pot of wine, enough to soothe the dust. Roast two kidneys first, and then add ten chicken gizzards. ”

……

After reading it, Qian Hao was silent, and his temples were beating.

In his heart, he silently shed tears.

You're so good, I want to give it to you, but you're ...... Well, you wrote it, but what did you write?

At this moment, his heart almost collapsed.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Sun Xian to hand in the papers. When he saw it, although it wasn't very good, it had aura and the rhythm was correct.

Well, fortunately, it seems that he was not a teacher in vain.

Maybe the blow in front was too big, at first glance when he saw Sun Xian's song, he couldn't help but take a picture and posted on Weibo: "It's the end of the semester, give students a question...... Well, this continuation is pretty good. ”

Really, he really didn't know that the photos he posted were mainly taken of Sun Xian's test papers. However, the previous test papers were also photographed, although they were very small, but the majority of netizens would not let them go......

Moreover, he came up with such a strange question and posted on Weibo, how can he not be popular?

Qian Hao didn't think about it so much, and watched excitedly as the students handed in the papers. He glanced at those test papers a few times, although the continuation was average, but it was not as messy as the previous ones.

If there is still messing around, the grass and mud horse in his heart really has to gallop.

Speechless, Chen Su and other teachers actually handed in the papers, which made him cry and laugh for a while. Fortunately, these teachers left after handing them over, but Chen Su hadn't left yet.

Continuing to write poems is not as good as analyzing, paragraph after paragraph, so it is completed quickly, and it only takes less than one lesson. In other words, there is still one class, and you can't leave the class early, so let's talk nonsense.

Regardless of Chen Su's presence, he put away the test papers, thought about it, and said, "There is still a class, well, let's talk about the topic of rotten streets-dreams!"

"Dreams still have to be there, if people don't have dreams, what's the difference between them and salted fish? Salted fish still wants to turn over, people can't even be as good as salted fish.

The so-called talent must be learned, and there is no way to broaden the talent without learning, and there is no way to learn without ambition. In other words, people's talents are learned, but there is no way to keep learning without ambition.

So, what are your ambitions, your dreams? Don't be afraid to say it, don't even dare to say it, do you still dare to do it? ”

was so provoked by Qian Hao, the students really raised their hands to speak one after another. In the past, there were also teachers who talked about this topic, but few people took the initiative to stand up.

It seems that even if you are a teacher, you still have to have the means to do so. But then again, what Qian Hao said was really heartwarming.

Even Chen Su couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he heard the "salted fish theory" and "only then do you need to learn".

About this reason, as soon as Qian Hao's words fell, he stood up and said:

"I haven't talked about dreams in years. Life is like dust, it has long buried my heart, and I will always be ridiculed when I say this word on weekdays.

People say that you are a big man, and you are still having fun with young people. Dreams, what kind of thing is that, it's not as good as a bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge.

They didn't mean it, but I heard it, and I was a little sad and indignant......"

Chen Su, who is usually strict, actually stirred up feelings today, and the students who watched it were surprised. It was Qian Hao, who was also quite emotional.

This Teacher Chen is really cold-faced and hot-hearted, and he is a literati after all.

The students were surprised, Qian Hao sighed, but Chen Su was stunned and still sensational.

"In the past, I always had some thoughts, but I was very confused and didn't know what I wanted. Be a teacher, do your duty, what other dreams are there?

However, since listening to Mr. Xiaoqian's university theory, the whole person suddenly became clear. Yes, if you are good, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be good alone, isn't this the dream of us sour literati?

Hehe, I smiled. ”

After Chen Su finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed, sat down and stopped talking, and his face became stiff again.

The students didn't laugh or make trouble, but suddenly they became serious, and one after another, they all talked about their dreams.

"I, Sun Xian, have nothing else to ask for, but I hope to gain something from literature."

"In this life, there is nothing else to ask for, plough the south mu, and I will be old all my life."

"Well, just make money, I don't want my family to suffer for the rest of my life."

"When you meet someone, you will never give up."

"My dream is to marry Teacher Xiaoqian!"

……

The students talked about their dreams, outrageous, realistic, joking, etc., all with the fantasy and sincerity of teenagers. Not secular, not marketable, such as the sorrow of the strong words, hypocritical but sincere.

As he spoke, Sun Xian suddenly raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Teacher, we have all said it, Teacher Chen has also said it, you can also talk about your dreams."

As soon as Sun Xian said this, the students responded one after another, and they had the meaning of not leaving class if they didn't say it. Even, even Chen Su actually followed suit.

Seeing this, Qian Hao smiled bitterly, but he didn't refuse. However, just as he wanted to speak, when the words came to his lips, he suddenly fell into deep thought.

Dreams, his dreams?

What is it, is it for the sake of peace for all peoples, or is it ......

ps: Starting tomorrow, it will be updated normally.