This world is really wonderful, there will always be things you don't expect, just like our favorite servant of the people who accidentally takes tens of millions of immigrants one day, and there is an inevitable result in the unexpected.

This old man is still a little interesting, breaking with tradition, with his own style and understanding of the world, I hope there are no public servants among the old man's students.

The old man talked a lot in this class, most of which had nothing to do with the college entrance examination, and the only thing that mattered was to let us read more books.

In the end, the old man wrote two poems on the blackboard, which I have never been very interested in, but he did not write traditional Tang and Song poems, as if they were two love poems.

The old man's handwriting is really good, the force of the writing seems to have a grudge against the blackboard, the twisted blackboard makes a squeaky scream, and in a few minutes the blackboard presents an old man's masterpiece, only to see it written

The silence of Banzaguru**

Tashi Ram Dodo

You see, or you don't see me,

I was right there,

not sad or happy;

You read me, or you don't read me,

The love is there,

Don't come or go;

Do you love, or don't love me,

Love is there,

neither increase nor decrease;

You follow, or you don't,

My hand is in your hand,

Reluctant to give up;

Come into my arms,

or

Let me dwell in your heart.

silently, in love;

Silence, joy.

After writing, the old man glanced appreciatively at the work he had written by others, probably to see if there were any typos, to see if there was any meaning in the writing, and then turned around.

"Let's look at this poem written on the blackboard, maybe some of you have seen it, we might as well do a survey to see if anyone has read this poem, if so, please raise your hand."

The classroom suddenly began to talk, everyone was whispering underneath, some were discussing the old man, guessing who he was, some were commenting on the poem, and even more began to recite confessions to the girl sitting next to them.

The discussion grew louder and louder, but no one raised their hand. Just then, the bell rang for the end of class.

"Okay, everyone's discussion is very lively, after class, since you haven't read it, I'll take a few minutes of your time to give you a brief introduction." The old man interrupted the noise of the classroom.

"Read." The old man wanted to occupy the time after class, and I immediately subconsciously raised my hand.

The head of the classroom turned around in unison at this moment, and it was like looking at me like a monster. In fact, the students sitting in the back of the school today are students who don't like to learn, it's not that the students don't want to learn, it's that the teachers give them up, and the teachers use the strategy of being out of sight and out of mind for the students in the back row.

When everyone saw me raise their hands, they must have thought that I was going to make trouble, and immediately entered the joke mode, and I think they didn't pay this attention to bin Laden's death.

"Okay, this classmate has read it, and that classmate has read it?" The old man asked.

The people in the classroom were watching how I played the play down, ignoring the old man's words.

"Zhang Chi, come, popularize this poem for everyone."

As soon as I heard about the popularity, I immediately calmed down, at least their jokes were not good, and let them pay attention to bin Laden's death.

This book appeared in my family for some reason, but then it disappeared, but I read a few of them at that time, and it happened to be this one.

"This poem is from the "Suspected Fengyue Zhongji" by Tashi Ram Duoduo, this poem is inspired by a very famous sentence of Master Lotus, but the original intention of this poem has nothing to do with love, and it has nothing to do with Fengyue, and this poem expresses the teacher's unwavering love for his disciples." The memories in my mind are tumbling in waves, and I want to use the waves of memory to swallow your hearts to watch jokes.

There was no sound in the classroom at the moment, and the people who were about to see the joke lowered their heads silently one by one.

"Zhang Chi, yes, everyone give me some applause." The old man took the lead and applauded.

The bell rang again, and the old man took up only ten minutes after our class, and the grass and mud horse in my heart galloped by in an instant.

But, then again, these ten minutes are occupied by me, and I have to say so much for what to do. But when I think about it, I'm the first person in this class to make a name for myself, and that's still good for me.

People always analyze the pros and cons in contradictions, and the pros and cons often have their own contradictions, so it is the choice of the wise to open the contradiction between "disadvantages".