Pan Haoyang, who was in charge of driving, was relatively old, and he was not a student, so he was not afraid of provoking anyone, so he immediately scolded: "It's your business!" Who loses doesn't have to be! ”

Jiang Yu looked at the boy and said, "It's Young Master Liu, you don't have to worry about the song recording for us, but the matter of voting, I hope you can stop being so shameless, just don't spend money to find someone to help you cast fake votes." ”

The boy's name is Liu Yunsheng, the family is also very rich, the talent may not be very prominent, but the work is a little unscrupulous, in the school are well-known shameless lepers, once the school held a party, he spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy the judge teacher, let him sing the song that is not very good won the first prize, and then the judge teacher was drunk, said that he leaked his mouth, and was heard by the vice principal who was eating together, so he gave Liu Yunsheng a punishment, and the matter was exposed.

Liu Yunsheng knew that Jiang Yu was mentioning this matter again, so he couldn't help but darken his face, and then said unabashedly: "You still know me, everything has been guessed by you, in fact, I have already decided on the matter of voting, anyway, the number of votes in your band will definitely not be in the top three." ”

After speaking, Liu Yunsheng walked to the school gate.

Jiang Yu looked at his back, scolded the bastard angrily, and felt a little aggrieved in his heart, if you really want to talk about who has money in the family, it must be their Jiang family, but his father is too strict with his economy, and his pocket money is only one or two hundred thousand yuan a month, and he has to list it in detail to tell his father where it is spent, and Liu Yunsheng, I heard that once he went to KTV, he rewarded a certain girl with a full 100,000 yuan in just one night.

Zhang Xun was curious, so he asked, "Cousin, what are you voting?" ”

Jiang Yu replied: "Some time ago, we found an abandoned football field, which is far away from the downtown area, on the side of the old park in another district, and it is very quiet, and it is not a residential area, so you don't have to worry about being disturbed, and you don't have to worry about disturbing others, it is very suitable for practicing songs, several bands are grabbing, so we agreed to write a song of our own, record it and post it on the Internet, and then get a vote, the top three votes are eligible to go to that stadium to practice songs, and each band comes in turns every week." ”

After speaking, he looked at Zhang Xun again and asked with a longing gaze: "That song "Freedom Like the Wind", if we record it and use it to participate in the vote, do you agree?" ”

Several other people also looked at Zhang Xun, as if they were a little worried that Zhang Xun would object.

However, Zhang Xun nodded, anyway, the song was not written by himself, let alone some uncle in the village, they could sing it casually if they wanted to.

"Whatever you want." Zhang Xun said.

Hearing that Zhang Xun agreed, several people suddenly became excited and cheered a few times.

Morning, Session 3, Chinese Lessons.

On the podium, Chinese teacher Zhu Hongmao was explaining the text.

Taking Chinese classes is the easiest, Zhu Hongmao almost doesn't care what his classmates are doing, in his own words, that is, students at this age can no longer be treated like elementary and junior high schools, and they should be allowed to learn self-discipline by themselves.

However, his management method is not very feasible for the students of Class 13, and there are a lot of desertions.

Zhang Xun listened very carefully in the first half of the class, but in the end he felt too bored, so he picked up a pen and scribbled in his sketchbook.

"The green trees are thick and the summer days are long,

The terrace is reflected in the pond.

The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises,

A courtyard full of roses. ”

As soon as he finished writing, Xie Tianyao, who was at the same table, came over and asked, "Brother Xun, what are you writing?" ”

Zhang Xun replied: "A poem." ”

Xie Tianyao seemed to be curious, and read the poem silently.

As soon as he finished reading, Xie Tianyao was stunned and said, "Good poetry, good poetry!" Brother Xun, you wrote this? ”

Zhang Xun was stunned, shook his head, and said, "Of course I didn't write it, it was written by a Tang Dynasty poet named Gao Biao." ”

However, Xie Tianyao pulled the corners of his mouth and said disdainfully: "What Tang Dynasty? When I was in physical education class yesterday, what did I say about the Qin Dynasty, what dynasty is this, why haven't I heard of it? It was also written by a poet in the Tang Dynasty, I think it was written by yourself, why are you so modest. ”

After speaking, Xie Tianyao took the draft book again, and while looking at the poem, he nodded and exclaimed: "It's really a good poem, the green trees are thick, the reflection of the building, the shelves are full of roses, what a summer scene!" ”

Nima! Zhang Xun scolded secretly, a little speechless, thinking that he didn't know much about the history of this product, but he was quite good at commenting on poetry.

He snatched back the sketchbook and continued writing.

"Plums leave sour soft teeth,

Plantains are divided into green and window screens.

The day is long and sleeps mercilessly,

Watching children catch willow flowers. ”

As soon as he finished writing, Xie Tianyao, who had been staring, snatched it again and read it softly.

"Good poetry! What a poem! Reading and reading, Xie Tianyao suddenly exclaimed, interrupting Zhu Hongmao, who was lecturing, and was so frightened that the two female classmates sitting in front of him almost jumped up, and the other classmates also turned around and looked at him and Zhang Xun.

Zhu Hongmao is an extremely elegant person, and he has always had a good temper, so he just said: "That classmate, please be quiet and don't disturb everyone." ”

Being reminded by the teacher like this, and being watched by the whole class, Xie Tianyao was suddenly a little embarrassed, his face was a little red, and he quickly buried his head behind the stack of books.

Zhang Xun shook his head, took back the draft book, and continued to write poems.

"It rains in the season of yellow plums,

The grass pond is full of frogs.

There is an appointment not to come for the night and a half,

Knock on the chess pieces and drop the lanterns. ”

After writing this poem, Zhang Xun put down his pen and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

However, after a while, Xie Tianyao came over again, then took the draft book, stood up directly, interrupted Zhu Hongmao's lecture, and said: "Teacher Zhu, I have a few good poems here, which I have never read, and I think the significance of these poems is much greater than the text you are talking about!" ”

This time, the whole class looked over again.

Zhang Xun scolded secretly, this product is really wonderful!

And Zhu Hongmao seemed to respect what Xie Tianyao said, and said: "Take it up and show me, if a classmate can write a good poem, I am still happy to help him read it to the whole class, and if it is good enough, it can also be posted on the bulletin board of the entertainment world downstairs." ”

Xie Tianyao smiled, and hurriedly took Zhang Xun's draft book and walked to the podium.

After Zhu Hongmao took it, he looked at it, and at the same time read it aloud: "The green trees are thick and the summer days are long, and the reflection of the building into the pond ......"

After reading it, he pondered for a long time, as if he was drinking tea, savoring it.

Then, he continued to recite the next poem: "The plum leaves sour and soft teeth, and the plantain divides the green and the window screen." The day is long and sleeps ruthlessly, and watches children catch willow flowers. ”

Reading this, Zhu Hongmao began not to be calm, these two poems, as a person who has taught Chinese for more than 20 years, have never heard of them, and these two poems are catchy to read, it is not difficult to understand, they are all written scenes, and there is love in the scene, and the summer scene depicted is particularly desirable, which is very suitable for students to read.

Especially the sentence "The day is long and you sleep ruthlessly, and you watch children catch willow flowers", after he read it, he couldn't help but praise it.

Then he continued to read.

"In the Huangmei season, it rains at home, and the grass pond is full of frogs."

This sentence...... All right! It's so well written! ”

……

Zhu Hongmao almost read a sentence and praised it.

By the time he finished reading "If I don't come for the night and a half, knock on the chess pieces and drop the lanterns", his eyes were already moist, and he didn't move for a long time, just stood dumbfounded, savoring it.

Because the students in the class are not knowledgeable, unlike Zhu Hongmao, who taught for most of their lives before they came across these poems, they were not very touched, but there were also a few students who knew poetry and Zhu Hongmao, who were carefully reminiscing.

At this time, Zhu Hongmao was both excited and excited, and he had a feeling of seeing each other late for these poems.

"Teacher Zhu?" Xie Tianyao saw that Zhu Hongmao had not moved for most of the day, as if he was drunk, so he called a few times.

Zhu Hongmao came back to his senses, looked at Xie Tianyao, and asked, "Who wrote these poems?" ”

Xie Tianyao pointed at Zhang Xun and said, "He wrote it." ”

Zhu Hongmao looked at Zhang Xun, his eyes were very complicated and entangled, he couldn't believe it, but also admired it, and asked: "Zhang Xun, these poems, are you really writing?" ”