"There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little clear. ∈↗”

Zhang Qingwen drove home, originally wanted to take a shower and take a nap, but she kept thinking about these two lines of poetry in her mind, and found that she couldn't sleep.

Zhang Qingwen went to the study and began to study ink, she has always had the habit of writing, but there are fewer such more formal ones now, and you can't always use a brush to write a document or something.

Grinding the ink, taking out the wolf's hair, dipping it in ink, Zhang Qingwen waved these two lines of poetry, Zhang Qingwen's calligraphy learned from her grandfather, and has a strong personal style, the font seems to be gentle, but into the paper three points, there have been many cultural celebrities are very optimistic.

Looking at these two lines of poems on rice paper, Zhang Qingwen felt that his heartstrings were plucked, and the more he tasted these two poems, the more flavorful they became.

"It's really hard to see through him, the two poems that came casually are hand-me-downs, but this kid just isn't serious."

Zhang Qingwen smiled, remembering Director Wang's face when Director Wang showed her the hoe he written by Lin Dong, blowing his beard and glaring, and even said that this kid was perfunctory, now thinking about it, this kid was indeed perfunctory, and he didn't take the essay contest to heart.

The mobile phone rang suddenly, and when Zhang Qingwen looked at the phone, he actually stuck out his tongue.

"Dad"

"Do you still have my dad in your eyes?"

"What's the matter, Dad"

"What's wrong? You didn't tell me what happened so big yesterday? If I hadn't gotten the news, would you have been hiding it from me? ”

"Dad, I was wrong, I wanted to call you just after an accident, didn't I forget it later, does Grandpa know? Dad, don't tell him. ”

"How dare I tell him? If the old man knew that you were being held at gunpoint outside, he wouldn't be? ”

"Dad, you're the best, the best dad in the world."

"Don't slap my ass, are you okay. Do you want to go back to Dragon City to rest for a few days? ”

"No need, I'll go back for the New Year, the school is very busy now."

"You're just a high school principal, can you still have me busy? The old man has been nagging all this time, and today he asked my granddaughter? Tomorrow I will ask when my granddaughter will be back, and you can hurry home. Your dad and my ears are almost calloused. ”

"Dad, I don't have time to go home for the time being, really, very busy, by the way, Dad, I got two new poems, Dad, can you help me evaluate them?"

"Come home and ask the old man for a review."

"Dad" Zhang Qingwen stretched his voice, and his daughter's delicate appearance was fully revealed. "It's really a good poem, and the people who write it are not ordinary."

"Really? Then you talk about it, and see what's unusual. ”

"Then Dad, listen well, the first poem is a flower name poem, I read it: Mei Biao Qing Bone, Lan Ting Youfang, Tea Elegant Rhyme, Li Xie Heavy Makeup. Apricot Jiao sparse rain, chrysanthemum arrogant frost pear blossom dissolves moonlit night. The peach blossoms scorch the morning rose azalea, rotten like a cloud brocade, the hydrangea is lush and plum, dotting the scenery, there are thousands of flowers, and there are countless kinds of fragrances. ”

If only Lin Dong were here. will definitely be surprised, he only read it once, Zhang Qingwen can remember it so clearly, he is depressed and frustrated when he reads it, and he is very emotional. It seems to be able to make people see the situation of thousands of flowers in front of them.

"How's it going, Dad, how is this poem?" Zhang Qingwen asked, with some expectation on his face.

"Let me ask first, is this a poem that some cultural celebrities asked you to comment?"

"No, how can I have the ability to comment on poetry, if you want to find it, you can find your father."

"Just shoot it, as far as I'm concerned, this poem is amazing."

"Stunning?" Zhang Qingwen couldn't imagine that his father would have this word.

"Flowers are the most praised things in the eyes of poets, there are many famous sentences through the ages, the old man has also done a lot of poetry in this area, this poem is unique, with concise language to say the characteristics of various famous flowers, it seems to be unremarkable, but if it is not a person who has a deep understanding of flowers, it will never be able to do it, even if the old man to comment, it should not be bad, the person who can write this poem is very talented, it should be a flower appreciation everyone."

Zhang Qingwen wants to laugh a little, everyone who appreciates the flowers? I'm afraid that kid can't even recognize all the flowers.

Zhang Qingwen is actually really strange, Lin Dong's kid doesn't like to study, he can actually write this kind of poem, Zhang Qingwen also doubted whether it was copied on the Internet, but there is no one on the Internet, and those songs, Lin Dong came casually, this kind of ease made Zhang Qingwen puzzled, and because of this, Zhang Qingwen has been paying attention to Lin Dong, and now he can even condone him.

"How's it going, how did Dad rate?" The person across from him asked.

Zhang Qingwen said with a smile: "Dad, you are the president of Longcheng University, and your evaluation is a thousand words, but you guessed this poem wrong, the person who wrote this poem is not a flower appreciator." ”

"Or maybe it's an old farmer who grows flowers?"

A picture flashed in Zhang Qingwen's mind, Lin Dong was working in the fields wearing a hat, sweating from the sun, and suddenly laughed: "It's not an old farmer who grows flowers." ”

"Who the hell is that? It must be famous in the cultural world, right? ”

"He's not a man of culture."

"Forget it, don't guess."

"Dad, there's a second one."

"It's the same person?"

"Well, it's just a remnant."

"Tell me about it."

"There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little clear." After Zhang Qingwen finished reading, his face was a little ashamed.

The person on the other side was silent for a moment: "He did it for you?" ”

"It's not"

"Qingwen, do you like him?" Zhang Qingwen's father's voice became very solemn.

"Dad, what are you talking about, it's one of my students who made this poem, and he's not yet eighteen years old." Zhang Qingwen said a little shyly.

Then Zhang Qingwen heard his father breathe softly, Zhang Qingwen suddenly felt a little gloomy, she still loved Qiao An, and thought that she would love it in the future, but it was one thing to be voluntary, but it was another thing to be forced by the environment, did she dare to fall in love with other men?

The next moment, Zhang Qingwen had doubts about her heart for the first time, is it just because of this that she firmly believes that the person she loves is Qiao An?

"Did this your student do it?" Dad's words woke Zhang Qingwen up.

"Ah, yes, it's done by the students of our school." Zhang Qingwen calmed down.

"Then you're a student, it's terrible, just these two sentences can already make some poets who specialize in writing love poems embarrassed, if you put aside ancient times, I'm afraid you, a student, will be a character who will be passed down through the ages."

"Daddy thinks so highly of this poem?"

"I'm just my personal opinion, maybe it's biased, I'll show the old man at night."

The father and daughter gossiped again, and then hung up the phone.

Over there, Zhang Qingwen's father frowned as soon as he hung up the phone, and it took a long time to murmur out two words: "Qiao's family"

Zhang Qingwen looked at Qiao An's smiling face on the mobile phone screen in a daze, warm as jade, Zhang Qingwen always thought that even if he watched it for a lifetime, he couldn't see enough, but at this moment, Zhang Qingwen felt a little dazzling, "Qiao An." ”

Mu Xi picked up a photo from under the sofa and glanced at it subconsciously before throwing it into the trash.

"Why does this person look familiar?"

Mu Xi rarely dares to contact men now, so there are very few men who can make her feel familiar, but Mu Xi can't remember where she has seen the young man in the photo.

After thinking about it for a long time, Mu Xi finally stopped doing useless work, and threw the photos into a ball and threw them into the trash. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)

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