"Gu Yifang, what you are good at writing is to highlight the sense of picture, so the lyrical composition of the narrative is your strength. However, the teacher still hopes that you will not stop there and learn to write argumentative essays. This is not just to cope with the exam, but I hope that you will not write a disease-free sentence in the future, and you will not write an essay in the air, and you will be able to go further on this path. ”

Before writing the poem, Gu Yifang suddenly remembered what high school Chinese teacher Li had taught her.

It's also interesting, no matter how difficult the family road is, but she always has the luck of meeting a particularly good teacher.

This teacher Li is relatively rare in teaching Chinese and history at the same time, and at the same time, she also has a very special identity, which is a special teaching inspector of the Education Bureau. The main task is to settle in the Education Bureau to conduct teaching tasks and teaching experiments for three to five years in randomly sampled schools, and finally submit the results and reports to the Compulsory Education Research Group of the Education Bureau.

It is such a coincidence, Teacher Li, who is equivalent to the backbone elite teacher level of a key high school, this time the dispatch mission school happens to be the ordinary community high school where Gu Yifang is located.

For teachers who teach themselves carefully, the best reward is to succeed in learning.

In this regard, Gu Yifang always felt very ashamed, she was a person who couldn't afford to go to college, and her self-study exam was not good enough, which seemed to doom her life to stay at a certain level and a certain height. Until he met Shao Qingyang and joined the National Wind Society.

The tempering of poetry attainments seems to be an achievement that can be achieved with some small talents, hard work and accumulation in addition to destined life. Before that, being a novelist or essayist was not a suitable path for her, she had neither money nor leisure, and under the pressure of survival, she could not write moving novels.

But the poems are different, the length of the poems is short enough, and the structure of the words is concise, just like a camera that you carry with you, and when you feel it, you can take out a static picture, and the rhetoric is perfected afterwards, as if it is a retouching film. It is a skill and fun that is not limited in terms of money and time.

Gu Yifang took a deep breath, it was dark outside the window of the utility room, and the picture unfolded in her mind, the picture she had seen in the post bar quarrel and the cherry blossoms in the sticker, the copy of the Daming Palace, the scene of the Dragon Boat Festival wearing a full-breasted skirt and playing the liuqin, the ......scene of the girls in the community wearing a full-breasted skirt and gathering in the garden during the Qixi Festival, with the help of these scattered fragments, more and more pictures were coming, and finally a Tang-clothed beauty with a full-breasted skirt fluttering, a dancer who rebounded the pipa flying posture, appeared under the moon with cherry blossoms flying, Behind her is the eaves of the temple that are smudged like ink.

"Nine clouds brocade Tang Palace rain." The picture that was about to come out finally turned into the first poem in his life, Gu Fang stopped, checked it according to "one, three, five, two, four, six are clear" and the rhyme rules, breathed a sigh of relief, and his confidence was also encouraged.

"Music and dance are free to fly." This sentence naturally reminds me of what Qin Guan wrote, "Flying flowers are as light as a dream", but the flying cherry petals in the Daming Palace are more like the graceful posture of the flying dancers.

The first two sentences were written relatively smoothly, but when it came to the last two sentences that should have turned around, Gu Fang made a difficulty, she was thinking that after the description of the scene, she turned to emotion, and sighed that people today only know that cherry blossoms are the flowers of Fusang, but they don't know that they were planted in the Tang and Song dynasties thousands of years ago, just as today only know the beauty of kimonos, but do not know its origin from the Han and Tang Dynasties, and the Chinese national style is a more beautiful clothes.

She thought quickly in her mind, remembering that Shao Qingyang said that she could use poetry as a crossword puzzle, so Gu Fang flipped through the Pingshui rhyme he copied and selected three rhyme words for backup, namely "cherry, name, and ying".

As a result, Gu Fang was stunned for three days for this turning sentence.

In the past three days, she no longer had the heart to look at what was arguing in the post bar, and when she got home, she was concentrating on scribbling and constantly revising the last two sentences.

In the end, the draft was finally finalized:

Yongshan cherry blossoms

Nine clouds brocade Tang Palace rain, music and dance fly freely and lightly,

Crossing Fusang is not hate, Yurong who remembers the old family.

When the poem was written, it was not as happy as she imagined, Gu Fang felt a little prostration, and how to read it was not smooth, she felt that the problem was mainly in the last two sentences, although it may be in line with the change to Pingxuan, but it was not as good as the first two sentences.

But she really can't change it, and now she knows that don't look at these short four sentences and 28 words, it is much more difficult than writing an 800-word essay.

The next day, Gu Yifang entered the poem into the dialog box at noon, and after reading it back and forth several times, he carefully pressed the enter key. Then he typed: "Mr. Shao, can I write this poem like this?" ”

Then she looked at the screen in a daze, there was no response on the other side of the screen, Shao Qingyang's online time was not fixed, she must be busy, when Gu Yifang posted this poem, she hoped that Shao Qingyang was not there, but Shao Qingyang was really not there, she was a little empty in her heart, and there was a trace of anxiety, she didn't know how this poem was written.

When she was working in the afternoon, she was always a little absent-minded, and she looked at the icon in the lower right corner several times, but she never saw Shao Qingyang's avatar light up.

This apprehension lasted until after dinner, sitting in the small room, struggling for a while, and finally she did not go to the Internet café, and it was crazy to waste an hour in the Internet café in order to wait for someone who might not show up.

Fortunately, the next morning, after turning on QQ, Shao Qingyang's avatar flashed, "Well written, come on, look forward to the next song." ”

Seeing this line of words, Gu Yifang suddenly seemed to have drunk a cup of osmanthus sour plum soup, and a burst of sweetness cooled his heart, but after the joy, he also felt a little lost, and he always felt that the information expressed in this line of words was too little, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing at himself, this is not an essay for elementary and junior high school students, and the teacher needs to write a comment or something.

Gu Yifang shook his head thinking about it, and focused his attention on work again.

After returning from lunch, Gu Yifang saw a horn button flashing in the lower right corner, and after clicking on it, he realized that it was the "old man of the former dynasty" who applied to add friends, and this "old man of the former dynasty" was naturally An Jiaqi.

An Jiaqi not only applied to add her friends, but also sent her a message through the group, in which she posted the song "Yongshan Sakura" she wrote, and attached a message below: "You wrote it?" ”

Gu Yifang was quite surprised by this, paused, still passed his friend, and then replied: "Yes." ”

Soon An Jiaqi's message came back: "Yes, don't you mind if I have something to say, right?" ”

Gu Fang couldn't help but get nervous, it seemed that there was something wrong with his own poetry, and he hurriedly typed: "Don't mind, please advise Sister An." ”

"An Jiaqi or Jiaqi, I don't like to be called sister." An Jiaqi's reply didn't look very friendly: "Do you think there is anything wrong with this poem?" ”

When Gu Yifang heard her ask, he breathed a sigh of relief, and typed back: "The last two sentences...... I don't think it's very well written, but I don't know what the problem is. ”

An Jiaqi didn't say much, and returned a screenshot, which was Gu Yifang's poem, circled the graffiti function on the words "Yuandu" and "Yurong" respectively, and then followed a sentence: "There is nothing wrong with the structure, you think about the words, my personal opinion is that the twist in the style of painting is a bit too abrupt, mainly because you write well in the first two sentences, and the pen power in the last two sentences is too weak." ”

Gu Fang suddenly realized, after An Jiaqi's guidance, she understood what was wrong, so she hurriedly replied: "Thank you Jiaqi, I'll change it." ”

An Jiaqi asked, "Didn't Shao Qingyang point it out to you?" ”

Gu Fang replied: "Teacher Shao ......, he didn't say anything. ”

An Jiaqi said: "Just say that the writing is good, right?" ”

Gu Yifang put a sweaty expression on his forehead and said, "Hmm." ”

An Jiaqi said: "I know, you can think about how to change it, and send me after changing it today." ”

Gu Yifang couldn't help but put a sweaty expression in his heart, and An Jiaqi's tone was like Miss Ma telling her: "The data is done, give it to me today." "General.

But due to the momentum of the other party, Gu Yifang still typed a good word, and after typing, she realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly said: "I don't have a computer at home, can I do it tomorrow morning?" ”

An Jiaqi replied: "Yes." ”