Soon, Wang Mei, director of the Education Bureau, personally brought the work that won the first place in the poetry competition, that is, the work of Zhou Yufeng's son.

Zhou Ruoshu instructed Zhou Yufeng: "You come to recite the work!" ”

Zhou Yufeng was helpless, stubbornly picked up the work, glanced at it twice, and then recited with a hot face: "Ode to Happiness, author Zhou Xiaobao." ”

"Dad is happy, mom is happy, grandpa is happy, grandma is happy."

"Happy the day before yesterday, happy yesterday, happy today, happy tomorrow."

"Happy Monday, Happy Tuesday, Happy Wednesday, Happy Thursday, Happy Friday, Happy Saturday, Happy Sunday......"

Everyone at the scene looked at each other with strange expressions, what kind of poetry is this, it's just a happy sentence!

Wang Mei, director of education, couldn't help it at first: "What is this?" ”

Wang Zhixing also nodded: "Even if it's a children's poem, it's too for this kind of sentence-making work to win the first place, right?" ”

"Could it be that there are so many children in Zhonghai City, and there is no better work than this?"

All the parents at the scene also said: "It's outrageous, our children's works are better than his, it seems that it is really favoritism!" ”

Zhou Ruoshu looked at Zhou Yufeng coldly: "This is not favoritism, what else do you have to say?" ”

Zhou Yufeng can only choose to be hard to the end, he stubbornly said: "Lord Shizun, poetry is such a thing." I think my son's work is very good, and he won the first place with his strength! ”

Zhou Ruoshu sneered: "With strength, good, take the works of Mr. Chen's daughter Song Qingqing and compare them." ”

Soon, Song Qingqing's works were brought in.

Zhou Ruoshu asked Song Qingqing to read his works in person!

Song Qingqing was a little timid, and Chen Ning encouraged: "It's okay, just read it to your parents, and your parents don't know what you wrote in this poem." ”

Song Huanting also nodded and said: "Yes, Mom and Dad want to hear it, Qingqing also proves to everyone, how is your work?" ”

Song Qingqing got the encouragement of his parents, so he took his work, in front of a group of leaders, as well as many parents and students who were onlookers, and recited crisply: "A letter to children in poor mountainous areas, the author Song Qingqing." ”

"I know you, living in the darkest of environments."

"My mom said that the most beautiful diamonds are polished by craftsmen in the darkest rooms."

"My dad said that the strongest warriors are sharpened on the most brutal battlefields."

"So, children living in the mountains in dire straits, you must not give up."

"Because, in the darkest environment, the most beautiful flowers will bloom."

Song Qingqing finished reading the poem she wrote, and the scene was silent.

Immediately, thunderous applause rang out at the scene!

Zhou Ruoshu and other leaders were full of praise for Song Qingqing's poem, a five-year-old child can write such a poem, which is already very good.

Song Qingqing's little face was flushed, and she was shy and happy when she got everyone's applause.

Chen Ning and Song Huanting looked at each other and smiled, each other was proud of their daughter.

After the applause ended, Zhou Ruoshu looked at Zhou Yufeng, who was sweating profusely, squinted his eyes and said coldly: "What else do you have to say now?" ”

"You are the main leader of the judging work, and a work like your son can be judged first. Song Qingqing's excellent work was brushed down, do you dare to say that you did not cheat for personal gain? ”

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