"Students, let's study the poem "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by the poet Du Fu today, you first listen to me read it and annotate the phonetic transcription, and mark it with a pen if you don't understand.

The thatched hut was broken by the autumn wind...... "The teacher finally finished the text in what he called Mandarin.

"The rest of the time you take this article down, memorize what you should memorize, remember what you should remember, okay, you can start." After speaking, the teacher walked off the podium without a word of superfluous nonsense.

Mu Yan sighed, when she was learning this lesson, she was looking forward to the next lesson and explaining more. In the first and second years of junior high school, such classical Chinese is often interspersed with some off-topic stories when explaining.

This is the reason why Mu Yan likes to take the new class. The current situation is that the task of this lesson has not been completed, and the task of the next lesson has come. Mu Yan really wanted to open her throat and read aloud, but this class didn't have this habit, not only could she memorize silently, but also the efficiency was super high.

Mu Yan can't even keep up with this rhythm of rolling and climbing, which has always been troubled by her. One thing she is pleased with is that endorsements and grades are not the same thing.

Although she can't endorse, her Chinese grades have never been inferior to those students who endorse quickly, and composition is her specialty, and those teachers are the protagonists of this good dish, and they will read her composition as a model essay every time.

In this area, she is simply proud, but her mathematics, physics and chemistry have also reached the other extreme, and she simply can't be put together with language.

In the face of mathematics, physics and chemistry, it is a headache, and the reason why it takes twice as long as others is that the calculation speed is twice as slow as others.

The math teacher went out, the foreign language teacher came in, and in a flash, the third period began.

Suddenly, a deafening sound shook the heads of Mu Yan and her classmates, and they realized that the sky was already dark, and the thunder was eager to blow up the words of the teacher on the podium.

The attention of the students was also attracted by Lei, and Mu Yan felt that the teacher on the podium seemed to be talking to herself. It's getting darker.

Mu Yan was in a trance for a while, and she didn't know what year it was, morning? Midday? Or is it afternoon? , The black clouds in the sky shrouded her eyes, and lightning flashed through the window, making Mu Yan a little scared.

Although I couldn't hear the trees swaying, I could hear the branches breaking in the cracks of the thunder.

Mu Yan suddenly wanted to open all the windows and let the books spin in the air, and then listen to everyone's screams. Unfortunately, this kind of thought can only linger in the body. Mu Yan could no longer concentrate, and her thoughts were confused in her mind.

After about ten minutes, the sound of rain covered everything. Only the sound of rain and thunder can be heard on campus, taking turns singing. The usual chaotic shouting, shouting, and noisy sounds disappeared at this moment.

But soon after school, the thunderstorm began to mix with the sound of rice bowls again.

"How are we going to eat?" The students stood in the corridor and didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, a student rushed from the rain to the cafeteria, followed by the second and third places......

"Let's go, Mu Yan, rush over!" Liu Can said to Mu Yan.

Originally, Muyan was still hesitating about the consequences of getting wet in the rain and catching a cold. But when she actually rushed into the rain, she had the pleasure of washing everything away.

Mu Yan especially loved to run in the rain when she was a child, at that time she didn't understand what it meant to get wet, she didn't know that she would catch a cold when she was drenched in the rain, she only knew that the rain could feel pain when it hit her body. When I got home, my parents were always distressed and blamed.

They don't know why this child doesn't wait for the rain to stop at school like other children, or wait for them to pick her up from school.

And Mu Yan, who was in junior high school, already knew the consequences of being drenched in the rain, but she also knew that her parents would not appear in the boarding school at the moment, and the rain would not stop.

Just three minutes after eating quickly in the cafeteria, I was about to go to the rice bowl when a thunderbolt struck, which really startled Mu Yan......

When she rushed back to the classroom again, she was drenched. Looking at Liu Can and Zhang Zijing, they are similar to her. The three of them smiled wryly at each other.

The rain slid from her head to her chin and fell into her clothes, and she was about to say something, but she felt something fall on top of her head, and as soon as she raised her head, a drop hit her face.

"Wow! There's still rain leaking in this house! Mu Yan said in surprise.

"You're okay here, the table is safe, look at our books are like this." Liu Can picked up the wet book and said.

Mu Yan looked at their desks, soaking wet as if she was suffering with her master. Mu Yan is still a little strange, after reading books for so many years, she has not encountered a leak in the classroom.

Suddenly remembering Du Fu's poem that I studied in the morning, I couldn't help but feel very funny, and opened my mouth to read: "The high wind roars in August and autumn, and a rain is not good." ”

Mu Yan suddenly blocked, she felt that she had to adapt this poem well, and within two minutes of opening the book, she changed this poem beyond recognition, and shouted happily: "Liu Can hurry up and come to see the poem I changed, it's very interesting." ”

At this time, Liu Can had just changed the table to dry it, and when he heard Mu Yan's voice, he hurried over: "What kind of happy event makes you happy like this?" “

"Come, look." Mu Yan gave her the poem.

Liu Can took the paper and read: ""The Song of the Students Broken by the Autumn Wind" The high wind roared in August and autumn, and it was not good for a rain to come, and the drifting heavy rain was poured everywhere, floating to the trees and folding the treetops, and the students who hit ran around.

This heavy rain deceived me into forgetting to bring an umbrella, and I couldn't bear to wet my whole body. openly drenched you, me and her, and took away the branches.

Oh I waited into the house, when was the autumn desert, staring blankly at the heavy rain, I don't know how much homework there was, there was a sudden lightning strike overhead, and I looked up and saw another blow. After careful study, I realized that there was a light rain in the middle of the cracks in the wall.

Ande hurry up this year, you and I will pass the high school entrance examination, don't be in pain, don't cry. Alack. When I suddenly see this fruit in front of me, if not, it is enough for me to pass alone! “

"Wow, Mu Yan, I can't see that you still have this ability!!"

"Of course." Mu Yan looked arrogant.

"But it would be better if you changed some of the things here."

At this time, Zhang Zijing had already finished reading it.

"Mu Yan, you are really different from Du Fu, how noble he is, making everyone comfortable to suffer by themselves, and your last paragraph reveals a completely different attitude between you and Du Fu, you see, if not, I can pass alone, you are too selfish."

"People are selfish in the first place." Mu Yan took back her poem and wanted to revise it better.

Mu Yan didn't care about her homework, holding her head, thinking about how to revise it. But she was so forgetful that she forgot that the head teacher was often on duty at noon to see if the students were studying hard and writing their homework seriously.

At this time, the head teacher had already walked in through the back door of the classroom and started a raid. Fortunately, in the classroom at this time, the students are in a hurry to do their homework, and only a few are chatting and laughing.

The teacher didn't know when he stood behind Mu Yan, but he didn't stare at Mu Yan's book, but at the laughing classmates. The classmate also seemed to notice a beam of eyes looking at him, and quickly picked up the book carefully.

Hehehe, the teacher seems to have a conscience today and suddenly wants to care about Mu Yan, he lowered his head and looked at Mu Yan's book.

At this time, Mu Yan's thoughts were focused on the poem, and she didn't notice the behemoth next to her at all, the teacher gently took the book with her hand, Mu Yan felt that someone was taking her own things, and her instinctive reaction was suppressed.

Then I looked up, I was stunned, my hand had no strength, and I saw the teacher walking forward with his poem, and seeing that his results were gone, and I was both distressed and scared............

"Eh, Mu Yan, what did the teacher get from you?" Liu Can leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"I'm done, and he took the poem away." Mu Yan was a little helpless and a little melancholy.

She attaches great importance to her own achievements, especially firsts.

The bell rang for the end of class.

"Oh, what should I do, the teacher accepted my poems." Mu Yan said with some annoyance.

"Why don't you put it away yourself." Zhang Zijing asked rhetorically.

Mu Yan had 10,000 grass & mud & horses flying over in her heart. If she had known that the teacher was in the back, she wouldn't have put it away a long time ago.

"Maybe it's not that bad, maybe he's looking the other way because you wrote this poem." Liu Can actually said with some envy.

Now that's all I can hope for.

As a result, in the evening self-study, the poem still has no whereabouts.

After self-study, Mu Yan quickly returned to the dormitory, and in a panic, the lights out bell rang, and the girls' dormitory was suddenly dark.

Mu Yan didn't seem to be sleepy at all when she lay on the bed, and she wrapped herself tightly with the quilt. This is the first time since the beginning of autumn that she feels that the quilt is so warm, and the light of the teacher's apartment shines through the window and falls on Mu Yan's immature face, as if the troubles of the day have been swept away.

Although there are people on duty outside the dormitory, it seems that they can't be hindered, and the students in the dormitory are chattering quietly. Mu Yan has no habit of talking at night. In the midst of the noise of other classmates, the dormitory master fell asleep amid the complaints.

The weather is always gloomy these days, and the black clouds in the sky refuse to disperse for a long time, which undoubtedly increases Mu Yan's sense of melancholy.

The half year is almost over, and the second half of the year is the high school entrance examination. She constantly reminds herself to keep working hard, strive for good grades, and make a little progress every day......

But the harder she struggled, the more playful she became, so much so that today she always regrets that she didn't study hard yesterday, and it always seems that she has fallen into a deep well and can't extricate herself. At the same time, she kept what she thought was elegant———— silence was golden.

The next day of self-study, Mu Yan picked up the chemistry book and memorized the formula, but the harder she tried to memorize it, the more she couldn't memorize it. She knocked her head sadly, so inferior, forget it, let's relax.

She looked at the table top of her desk, where Liu Can and Zhang Zijing were reading the newspaper!!

"Can I borrow the newspaper to read it?"

"Hey, good student of the teacher, why did you read this thing too?" Liu Can teased.

"Are you making fun of me?" Mu Yan glanced at Liu Can, picked up the newspaper and read it.

Mu Yan read half of it, and on a whim, she looked at the date of publication of the newspaper: "I&Rub, it's been overdue for so long after reading it for half a day." ”

"yes, I'll bring it to the table, bring it." After speaking, Liu Can stretched out his hand.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a look."

A poem appeared in front of me: The white dove has no direction ahead, no clothes on his body, blood oozing out of his wings, my tears are soaking my chest, flying with a strong ninja wounded, escaping from the hunter's gun.

After reading the poem, she suddenly wanted to cry, but she still tried to control herself, picked up on the table for a while, cleaned her mind, wiped off her nose, sat up as if nothing had happened, and copied the poem in her notebook.