Although these students have not experienced the baking of the melting pot of society, this is the purest feeling in their hearts, not the words of life that they say when they are smoothed out by reality.

Lu Wen waited until the applause stopped before saying, "The road of life needs to be walked by yourself, as long as you don't go the wrong way, don't go on the wrong road, the teacher will support you." ”

Lu Wen paused for a moment and looked at the young, energetic faces below, and said in a deep voice, "You are all my students, I hope that your future road will be smoother and smoother, don't waste your youth, today I want to send you a poem." ”

The students below were also a little surprised when they heard Lu Wen say this, but they didn't expect the teacher to have a poem today, yesterday's one seemed to be a poem written by the teacher himself, and it won't be the same today.

Lu Wen picked up the chalk and wrote on the blackboard, reading it aloud as he wrote.

Qinyuan Spring Changsha.

In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River went north, and the orange island was headed.

Look at the red mountains all over, the layers of forests are dyed, the rivers are clear, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely.

Confused, ask the vast earth, who is the master of ups and downs?

Bring hundreds of couples to travel. Reminiscing about the past, the years are thick.

Just a young classmate, in the prime of life, a scholarly spirit, scolding Fang Xuan.

Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat?

Lu Wen's handwriting is unusually smooth, fresh and elegant, and graceful, fully expressing that momentum.

With Lu Wen's handwriting and the sound of recitation, the students also entered the world described by Lu Wen again, and this time it felt very clear and real, as if it was close at hand.

Everyone saw the mountains in the distance, and the overlapping woods were picturesque; Look at the autumn water of the river up close, the turquoise and clear, and countless boats rush to sail. Looking up, the eagle spreads its wings and flies high in the sky; Looking down, the fish swim briskly in the river. Everything in the universe is full of vitality and freedom to stretch and grow vigorously in autumn.

In the face of this vibrant world, some people have a lot of thoughts and can't help asking: Who is the real master of the vast and boundless land?

The students all seemed to have become the ones who faced the world and asked, "Who lives in the vast earth?", and the emotions that everyone had accumulated before were instantly aroused, like a volcanic eruption, and the momentum of self-sacrifice flourished in their hearts.

When Lu Wen said in a low, magnetic voice, pointing out the country, inspiring words, and dung, the fire of hunger in the hearts of all the students completely broke out, and their youth gave them infinite passion and ideals.

When they woke up, Lu Wen had already left, and the bell for school at noon did not wake them up, and Lu Wen did not wait on it, he wrote this heirloom poem made by the great founders of the previous life to them just to see that there was a flame burning in their hearts.

His poem sparked all their passions thoroughly, and for them to think about it, and it was much better to let them discuss it than to guide them on the sidelines, and to discuss it themselves could arouse greater enthusiasm.

Just as Lu Wen thought, none of the students in their class wanted to get out of school now, and all of them participated in the discussion, and the atmosphere was so warm that it was like a fire, burning the dreams in their hearts that had never given up.

Among them, Qin Qing was the most excited, she stood on the chair and said loudly to a classmate below, expressing the infinite passion in her heart. Even Jiang Yuning, who usually doesn't participate in classmates' discussions, joined in, and everyone was expressing their future and imagining working hard for it.

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Wang Nan returned home, his mood had not calmed down, and his face was still flushed with excitement, as if he was sick. His parents were not very busy, and they ate at home at noon, and his father, who looked at his son like this, was worried that he was sick, and reached out to try it on his head, and found that it was hot, and thought he had a fever.

The royal father immediately said, "Son, do you have a fever, now let's hurry to the hospital." As he spoke, he was about to leave.

Wang Nan looked at his father like this, and his heart was a little moved, although he and his father were often big or small, just like friends, but the kind of care that was inadvertently revealed often moved him.

Wang Nan immediately stopped his father's movements and said, "Dad, I'm fine, I don't have a fever." ”

The royal father hurriedly said, "Why is your head so hot if you don't have a fever?" Wang Nan's mother also rushed over and wanted to go over together.

Wang Nan stopped his parents' movements with tears and laughter, and said, "Dad, Mom, I'm fine, I really don't have a fever, I'm excited." ”

When the royal father saw that his son really didn't look like something was wrong, he also put down some of the anxiety in his heart, and he took pity on the parents of the world, and he was not in a hurry if he got sick or something in them, and his own child was anxious if he had a little headache and brain fever.

The royal father also put his mind at ease, sat on the sofa, and said to his son, "Excited? ”

The black line on Wang Nan's head appeared, his own Lao Tzu was like this, he never cared about his own studies, and even encouraged him when he talked about his girlfriend, and said, "This is the first to be strong, and then to suffer." ”

Wang Nan's mother was also angry at her former husband, how old they were, and they were still so out of tune.

Wang Nan looked at his parents and said, "Today our homeroom teacher made another poem for us, and my current mood is to be made by that poem, and now I have an idea, that is, I want to study hard and work hard for my dreams." ”

The royal father and the queen mother glanced at each other, they were puzzled, they knew better than anyone about their son's situation, said that it was good to listen to it was indifferent, and to say that it was not good to hear was that there was no ambition, when is this situation now, or when he went to kindergarten, the teacher asked him about his ideals, that is when he returned home and wanted to study seriously every day, saying that he wanted to be a big doctor, but since he went to elementary school, he has not seen his child like this.

The royal father said to his child, "What poems did your homeroom teacher write, show me?" He still remembered a poem he saw yesterday, it was indeed a sobering one, and he wrote another one today, he was very curious now, he didn't expect his child's homeroom teacher to be so talented, he had also seen Lu Wen, and knew that he was a young man who had just graduated, but he didn't arrive first and was still a talented handsome.

Wang Nan's mobile phone was shown to his father, and the royal father first saw the elegant and handsome font, which seemed to add some youthful and exciting atmosphere compared to yesterday's, and blurted out "Good words." ”

Wang Nan saw his father's appearance, and jokingly said, "Dad, you still know how to appreciate calligraphy, but you don't see it." ”

The royal father's face turned red, this was just his subconscious reaction, what kind of calligraphy would he appreciate, but he couldn't help but say it when he saw Lu Wen's words, but he couldn't lose his momentum in front of his own son, and said with a hum, "You don't know more." ”

When the Queen Mother saw the two of them arguing again, she said, "All right, you should hurry up and see what is going on." ”

When the royal father heard his daughter-in-law talking, he didn't argue with his son, and put his eyes back on the mobile phone.

With the reading of the royal father, Wang Nan's parents' expressions slowly changed, although they did not hear Lu Wen's reading and writing at the scene, but they also have some appreciation of poetry and writing, they understand the heroic and unparalleled momentum, read the princely generals, and rather have a kind of questioning.

The royal father's eyes looked at his son with complicated eyes, and said, "You have to cherish you as a teacher, this literary style is simply .... It's Wenqu Xing. The royal father thought for a long time before he came up with a word to describe Lu Wen.

After a pause, he said, "If I had met such a teacher when I was in school, I guess I would have achieved success now, and I wouldn't be in this small place again." ”

When the queen mother heard this, she was instantly unhappy, and said to the royal father in a menacing manner, "What's the matter? The royal father didn't know that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately blurted out all kinds of flattering words, so as to calm the anger of his daughter-in-law.