"Oh, that's fine!" Hu Mei said happily. The nineties was the most popular era of Chinese Guoxin poetry, but it was only because of the lack of information and the lack of communication and dissemination.

"You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery," Ye Chuge read the first sentence, and many people frowned.

The first sentence of this opening is also a little too flat, and there is nothing brilliant at all, but it is like a limerick and other emphasis.

"The people watching the view are watching you from upstairs!" Ye Chuge completely ignored the eyes of others and read the second sentence.

"It seems to be interesting, but it's not much stronger!" Ye Jingyi muttered in her heart. It was also Ye Chuge's composition that made her feel amazing, and this poem can be called mediocre.

Ye Chuge laughed secretly in his heart, Bian Zhilin's "broken chapter" doesn't know how many people have amazed, and a large part of the reason is the finishing touch of the last sentence. If there is no such sentence, it is the level of the street.

In fact, the broken chapter was originally a completely disjointed sentence in four of his long poems, which were only put together by chance, and thus became immortal.

In a person's life, there is such a poem handed down, which is enough to laugh at the rivers and lakes.

"The moon decorates your window." When Ye Chuge read this sentence, Wang Liang's face also changed.

He is not a straw bag, so he can naturally hear the beautiful poetry contained in this sentence. But fortunately, Ye Chuge's first two sentences are too ordinary, no matter how good the last two sentences are, they can't be recovered.

It's as if a few clumsy words have been written on a blank piece of paper, and even if there is calligraphy in the future, everyone will not be able to hide the ugliness that has been formed.

"It's a pity that this good word was wasted." Even Hu Mei was sighing slightly, she hadn't heard this broken chapter.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Chuge's mouth, what is pretending*, this is it! Although he has always wanted to keep a low profile at school, he can't care about stepping on Wang Liang a few more times.

"You've decorated someone else's dream!" Ye Chuge finished reading the last sentence, and then immediately sat down. His lips were closed, and he refused to say a word.

Quiet! Absolute tranquility! For example, when Ye Jingyi read Ye Chuge's composition, it was even quieter.

Everyone's reaction can only be described in four words at this time, and that is dumbfounded.

You're watching the scenery from the bridge, and the people watching the scenery are watching you from upstairs! The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams.

When the four sentences are read together, the decay suddenly turns into magic. It's like a beauty with an ordinary face who has become Lin Qingxia in front of you.

With one eye, the artistic conception of the whole poem suddenly increased tenfold, a hundred times, and in comparison, Fang Cai Ye Chuge's touching articles seemed to have become insignificant.

"How is this possible? Is this poem really something that a high school student can write? This thought flashed in everyone's minds, and all eyes were focused on Ye Chuge.

Ye Chuge saw that the heat was almost over, so he stood up at this time, smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, this poem was actually not written by me!" ”

"What?" This sentence stirred up a thousand waves with one stone, and today's class is destined to become the most memorable one in the lives of the classmates.

Because there are so many surprises in this class, it is not an exaggeration to call it a twist and turn.

"I'll just say that his composition is plagiarized! Now he himself admits this poem! Wang Liang was the first to react and said disdainfully.

"When did I say I wrote this poem?" Ye Chuge asked with a smile.

"Yes, you didn't say that you wrote this poem, but if you wrote it, you read it, how can you prove that your composition is not plagiarized?" Wang Liang felt that this time he was possessed by Su Qin, and his clever tongue was like a spring, and he talked endlessly.

"Let me tell you why he pronounced this poem to prove that he wrote his composition and not plagiarized!" A deep voice suddenly sounded from outside the classroom, and then a tall figure pushed the door and walked in.

"Headmaster!" Hu Mei screamed, her pretty face turned red, not shy, but nervous.

This is the highest power in Anning No. 1, and it is also a fair and strict leader.

"Principal Gu Zhida!" Ye Chuge didn't expect that the future feudal official would be outside the classroom, and it seemed that he had been listening to it for a long time.

Wang Liang was silent for a while, but Wang Guotao had warned him that the person who must not be provoked in Anning No. 1 is this one.

"Teacher Hu, I'm really sorry to disturb your class!" Gu Zhida smiled at Hu Mei, very kind.

Hu Mei was so nervous that she couldn't say anything, and gave up her position on the podium after two sounds.

"Students, what Ye Chuge just recited is a broken poem written by the famous writer and poet Bian Zhilin in 1935. Hailed as one of the most outstanding poems of the twentieth century, it was not widely circulated for some reason. Why do I say that this poem can prove that Ye Chuge's composition was written by himself and not plagiarized? The reason is very simple, if you want to write a good article, you rely on your usual reading and accumulation! Ye Chuge's ability to recite the broken chapters is enough to prove that he has a very sufficient amount of reading! Gu Zhida's voice is very loud and coherent, and it is easy for people to accept his point of view. （.）。

"It is worthy of being one of the heaviest feudal officials in China in the future, and it is indeed a masterpiece of a generation!" Ye Chuge sighed in his heart, he has always respected a character like Gu Zhida.

If it weren't for his age, Gu Zhida's achievements would definitely be more than that!

"I see!" The students in the classroom suddenly had a feeling of sudden realization, looking at Ye Chuge's eyes with admiration, and there was no longer any hesitation.

"Teacher Hu, you were able to send Ye Chuge's essay to participate in the National Environmental Protection Essay Contest in a timely manner, and you did a good job!" Gu Zhida looked at Hu Mei approvingly.

Hu Mei suddenly felt a little excited, even her lower body seemed to be a little wet, her pretty face was as red as an apple, and she seemed to be floating on the clouds.

"Ye Chuge, work hard this semester!" Gu Zhida nodded at Ye Chuge, and the bell for the end of class happened to ring at this time.

Gu Zhida didn't stay any longer, as the head of a school, today's behavior is also extremely rare for him.

And he naturally had a love for Ye Chuge, there are many students in Anning No. 1 Middle School who have good reading grades, but there are too few students who can write soulful words.

In the ten minutes between classes, many girls deliberately found some excuses to chat with Ye Chuge, although it was not painful or itchy, but it could also explain some of their thoughts.