After doing recess exercises on Monday morning, Liu Xiyue and Lan Lingmei went to the osmanthus forest for a walk.

When I returned to the classroom, I saw Yuan Chunzhu and many classmates gathered in front of the blackboard, pointing, talking and laughing with interest. The two curiously walked over to see that there was a poem written on the blackboard in two columns:

I would like to be the scenery on your roadside

I would like to be a small flower

Grow by the side of the road where you must pass

Every day for you

Bloom a different flower

I would like to be a little bird

Stand on the tree through which you must pass

Every day for you

Sing a different song

I would like to be a cloud

Float in your sky

Every day for you

Transform different colors

I would like to be a street lamp

Stand at the intersection where you must pass

Look at you every day

Returning late illuminates the way for you

I would like it to be a breeze

Blow away the sorrow of your heart at any time

I wish I was a ray of sunshine

Feel free to dispel the darkness around you

I would like to be the scenery by the roadside

Seasons

Always with you

It seems that it was obviously written by a classmate, but I can't tell whose handwriting it is, let alone who it is written to. When the two of them were savoring the poetry after reading it, Yuan Chunzhu said with a smile:

"Liu Xiyue, what do you think of this poem?"

The surroundings instantly quieted down, and their eyes converged on Liu Xiyue.

"Who wrote it?"

"A handsome guy wrote to a girl in our class."

"To whom?"

"Liang Qingfeng."

"Really?"

"Could it be that it was written for you?" Liang Qingfeng smiled, "Don't think that only you can receive love poems, quickly tell me your understanding and help me analyze other people's minds." ”

"Original or copied?"

"Absolutely original."

"Why do you want me to analyze?"

"Because you like poetry the most in our class."

The students next to him echoed and looked forward to it.

"You're the best at understanding poetry."

"Don't shirk."

"That's you!"

"Hurry up, it's time for class."

"It feels good." Liu Xiyue pondered for a while, "Euphemistic and subtle but deep and meaningful, light but enthusiastic like fire, warm and warm-hearted, and sincere." The meaning of vows and lifelong alliances is all in it. ”

"Your analysis is about the same as I imagined!" Liang Qingfeng smiled happily, "What should I do?" What would you do if this poem was written for you? ”

"Make a promise by yourself, if you don't marry him." Liu Xiyue smiled teasingly, "Hurry up." ”

"Thank you for the good advice."

"Wait for the Chinese class, let's ask Teacher Gao to analyze it and compare it with Liu Xiyue's understanding, what do you think?"

Yuan Chunzhu smiled and proposed, and the response was enthusiastic.

"Good!" "Great!"

"Together, we strongly demand."

Yuan Chunzhu wrote Liu Xiyue's analytical words next to the poem, and Liang Qingfeng added a few words in red chalk: "With a personal promise, he will not marry." ”

Everyone looked at each other and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"We laugh at Liang Qingfeng."

"She was so lucky to receive a love poem."

Liu Xiyue felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't find a flaw, so she went back to her desk and sat down to prepare for class.

Lan Lingmei handed her a piece of letterhead, on which a poem was written with a pen, at first glance it was Gao Wutong's handwriting, the full text was exactly the same as on the blackboard, except that there was a crescent moon pattern under the title line.

"Silly big sister, you were fooled."

"It's not necessarily written for me."

"Who else would he write to but you? Not to mention the crescent moon was also drawn. ”

Liu Xiyue was so surprised that she was upset, and then she became annoyed again.

"I'm going to wipe it."

Lan Lingmei grabbed her,

"People ask you why you rub it, how do you answer?"

"Where did you get the letterhead?"

"Appeared on the table by himself."

Gao Wutong hurriedly walked into the classroom, glanced at the blackboard and was stunned. When I walked to the lectern, I saw that the textbook and two teaching materials were placed casually, and the loose-leaf lesson plan was open. He came early today, put down his things and went to the academic affairs office to ask about the final exam. Last night, he was correcting his homework in the teaching and research department, wrote the poem on a whim, and forgot about it when he clipped a copy of the teaching staff. He carefully flipped through the two textbooks, but there was nothing.

"What the hell is going on?"

Gao Wutong was a little confused, and he couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for a while, so he decided to pretend to deal with it.

After the class bell rang, the classroom was unusually quiet, and a pair of eyes looked at Gao Wutong with a smile, as if waiting for a wonderful show. Gao Wutong smiled nonchalantly and pointed sideways at the blackboard.

"Where did this poem come from?"

"Picked up on the ground."

"It's so windy today?"

"Rare in a hundred years."

"Teacher Gao, do you know who the author is?"

"First of all, tell me who wrote the comment."

"Yuan Chunzhu."

"What about the red letter next to it? Unlike Yuan Chunzhu's handwriting. ”

"It's time for you to tell who the author is."

"I wrote this poem, scribbling on the fly, nothing else, please don't think about it. Who wrote the scarlet letters, can you say it? ”

"If you tell us about the background of the writing and the source of inspiration, we will tell you."

The class burst into laughter. After laughing, they stared at Gao Wutong together. Gao Wutong wanted to end the matter as soon as possible and start the class, but he couldn't make up a suitable reason for a while, so he said casually:

"One night, when I saw the moon so big and beautiful, I was touched and I wrote it."

"Big—and beautiful!"

"It's so big and beautiful!"

Several people laughed and repeated, and there was a burst of banter in the classroom.

Lan Lingmei turned her head to look at Liu Xiyue's chest, and whispered in her ear:

"It's really big and beautiful."

Liu Xiyue blushed and stepped on Lan Lingmei's foot.

"Tell me who wrote the scarlet letters, right?"

"Whoever you write to, you write."

After Yuan Chunzhu finished speaking, the class laughed, and someone immediately asked:

"Teacher Gao, who will you write to?"

"Don't write to anyone, write for fun."

"Liar."

"Do not deceive yourself."

"Tell the truth."

"We all know it, you're still pretending."

"Then tell me who you're writing to?"

"Gao Xiyue."

"What evidence?"

"There is a crescent moon on the original."

"Where's the original?"

"On the moon."

Gao Wutong couldn't help but look at Liu Xiyue, and there was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Liu Xiyue threw the letterhead in front of Lan Lingmei as if she was holding a hot potato.

Lan Lingmei smiled, raised it and shook it.

"Teacher Gao, the original manuscript is here, I'll help you throw away the trash can after class."

"Thank you. Please be quiet and we will start the lesson. ”

Lan Lingmei flipped the letterhead over and let out an "oh" in surprise.

Liu Xiyue snatched the letterhead, and there was nothing on the back.

Lan Lingmei couldn't help but smile and covered her face with a book.

Liu Xiyue folded the letterhead and put it in her pocket. Seeing Lan Lingmei looking at herself, she smiled slightly.

"Look at what, children can't play with garbage. I'll help you lose it. ”

Lan Lingmei didn't speak, rolled a few pieces of waste paper into a ball, and stuffed them into Liu Xiyue's pocket with a smile.

"What are you doing?"

"Throw out the trash."

Liu Xiyue couldn't help but smile, and when she caught a glimpse of Gao Wutong looking at her, she couldn't help blushing.