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For a whole morning, on the campus of Zhi'an No. 1 Middle School, Lin Feng's "Oath" swept thousands of boys and girls. Especially the last sentence "A word of life and death is the same", it has become a famous aphorism on the lips of boys and remembered by girls.

In the office of the language group, Old Man Wang happily ran in with the lesson plan, but before he got to his seat to put down the lesson plan, he first ran to the desk of Lu Zhiwei, another Chinese teacher who was also quite old, and put his lesson plan record book in front of his desk with a triumphant snap.

"Lao Wang, what are you doing here? What kind of nerves are you having early in the morning?" Lu Zhiwei, who was bowing his head to prepare the lesson plan for the next class, glared, was startled, raised his head and asked.

"Don't do anything, Lao Lu, just ask you to help read this poem and see how it feels?"

Old man Wang deliberately suppressed the snickering joy in his heart, and said solemnly to the "Oath" written by Lin Feng in the lesson plan.

"Reading poetry, what's so beautiful! I'm still in a hurry to go to class!"

In the language group, Mr. Wang and Mr. Lu are the two guys who are the least to deal with, often bickering and quarreling, and the classes they teach are in the third grade of high school, so they are even more powerful with each other, and often compare the Chinese grades in the class with some top Chinese students.

"Look at ...... Just a seven-word ancient style, take a look, and make a comment. ”

Old man Wang didn't point out who wrote this seven-word ancient style in advance, so he directly spread out the book and asked Old Man Lu to comment on it.

Hearing the shouting between the two of them, the other teachers in the Chinese group also looked sideways, like watching the excitement, wanting to see how the two old guys were arguing again.

"Seven words of ancient style, good old Wang, did you encounter the ancient poems that the students brought and couldn't appreciate and analyze, so you pretended to take them over and wanted me to show you?" Lu Zhiwei said with a smile.

"Lao Lu, you don't care what's going on, anyway, you can read this poem first. ”

Old man Wang said anxiously, "If you have anything to say, you can talk about it after reading it." ”

"Okay, I want to see which one of the ancient poems can stump your old king. You know, I, Lu Zhiwei, have been fond of classical Chinese since I was a child, and I have been reciting Tang and Song poems and poetry classics like a ......stream," Lu Zhiwei boasted proudly.

"Come on, Lao Lu, don't brag about it yet, hurry up and watch it first. I'm sure you haven't seen this ancient poem. Old man Wang gave him a blank look and said.

"How is it possible? Unless what you take out is the kind of broken poems that can't even be climbed to the Hall of Elegance, otherwise, if there is a little level of classical Chinese poetry, I, Lu Zhiwei, have almost read it all over the past few decades. Even if you don't know how to memorize it, you'll definitely have an impression. Lu Zhiwei said unconvinced.

If you've ever seen this poem, I'm your grandson!"

Seeing that Lu Zhiwei was so confident, Old Man Wang was happy. This poem was written by Lin Feng just now, how could Lu Zhiwei have seen it before?

"Huh......! Then you just wait to be my grandson ......."

Before the word "sub" could be spoken, Lu Zhiwei, who looked down at this poem, was stunned, then frowned, and muttered in his mouth: "It's strange! I really haven't seen this poem......"

"Haha! How about it? Lao Lu, I'll tell you! You must have never seen this poem, okay...... Let's take a look, how is this poem written? Give me a review!" Old man Wang said with a smile when he saw that Lu Zhiwei's smug look just now was gone.

The other Chinese teachers in the office also stretched out their heads curiously, and they were all curious about what kind of ancient poem Old Man Wang took to Lu Zhiwei. After all, in the office of the language group, Mr. Lu is known as a know-it-all in ancient literature, and there are almost no ancient texts and ancient poems that he does not know.

"Hmph, don't be complacent, maybe you found this poem from. I'll take a closer look at ......."

Just now, Lu Zhiwei just glanced over, and did not read the content of the poem seriously, but felt that this poem was very unfamiliar. Only now did I pay attention to it, and read the past carefully word by word:

"It's hard to plant clouds and fog!"

Reading the first sentence, Lu Zhiwei's expression is quite normal, after all, the first sentence is just a simple use of scenery to set off emotions, many ancient poems use such a technique, and it is not very good.

"Jin Yi Luo Xiu's lips are vermilion. ”

But when Lu Zhiwei read the second sentence, his face began to change slightly, causing the foil of this sentence to make the image of the entire heroine come out. and the poet's faint unattainable pursuit of his sweetheart.

So, Lu Zhiwei couldn't help but read quickly:

"Who is the reason for Takewai Qingli? In a word, life and death are the same as Qing. Good poems! Good poems! Especially the last sentence 'a word of life and death is the same as the king' is simply the finishing touch, which sublimates the realm and emotion of the whole poem. What's the name of the poem, right...... The oath is too apt! It is too apt! But why is there no author? Which great poet of antiquity is this? Why am I not impressed at all! No! It is impossible for me not to have read such a good poem?"

After reading this "Oath" in one go, Lu Zhiwei shouted several good poems in a row, all from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, several questions arose in my mind, and the biggest question was the origin of this good poem.

"How about it? Lao Lu, you don't have anything to say this time, right? This poem is not only something you haven't seen before, but it's also a rare good poem. ”

Seeing Lu Zhiwei's surprised and puzzled look, Old Man Wang was majestic this time.

"Good poetry! It's a good poem, but old Wang...... This poem is a good poem, what are you proud of? You can't write such a good poem. I praise this poem for being good, what does it have to do with you. Could it be that another day you come over with Li Bai Dufu's poems, I said they are good poems, and you have to be happy for three days?"

Although Lu Zhiwei has never seen this good poem, he is sorry for the cowhide he just blow, but he has always been against Old Man Wang, and when he saw Old Man Wang so proud, he smiled and teased.

However, the old man Wang became even more proud, pointed to this "oath" and raised the volume and tone, and said proudly: "Li Bai Dufu's poem has nothing to do with me, but this poem really has something to do with my old Wang! Because this poem was given to me by the students in my class......