The next morning, Mr. Li read out the notice about the preliminary round of the 2016 Provincial High School Mathematics League in the class.

"Tang Jing, you register the names of the students who want to participate in the competition, and give them to me before class in the afternoon."

After the morning reading, Tang Jing walked up to the podium.

"Students, be quiet. This is the registration form for the math competition, and students who want to participate should fill in their names. After filling it out, pass it to each other. ”

After finishing speaking, Tang Jing deliberately walked around in front of Zhou Xuanyi.

"I'll sign you up."

"You didn't even ask me," Zhou Xuanyi protested in a low voice.

"Do you have any comments?" Tang Jing clenched her little fists and made it look like she was going to beat him. Of course, that angle can only be seen by Zhou Xuanyi.

The bell rang for the first class, and the registration form was completed, and it was passed to Tang Jing.

"This guy is so lazy, he doesn't even bother to write his name." Tang Jing muttered while neatly writing Zhou Xuanyi and her own names on the registration form.

As the bell rang, Chinese teacher He Wen walked into the classroom.

This teacher He is not ordinary, just graduated from the Chinese Department of Peking University, and was recruited into the school by the experimental middle school.

Not only is the lecture good, but the person is also very beautiful.

The boys in the class were very active and serious in their Chinese lessons.

To quote a phrase often said by the boys in the class, "When I see Goddess He, the physical education class is not so fragrant." ”

It's just that these don't have much to do with Zhou Xuanyi. Because no matter what class he takes, he always holds the [Introduction to Algorithms]. So Tang Jing joked with Zhou Xuanyi more than once, wanting to open his head to see how many CPUs were installed in it.

And since Zhou Xuanyi won the first place in the city in the joint entrance examination, the teachers of various subjects seem to be more indulgent to Zhou Xuanyi, and never call Zhou Xuanyi's name in class, let alone care what Zhou Xuanyi is doing.

In particular, Teacher He, who has just graduated, seems to have more preference for Zhou Xuanyi, so much so that Tang Jing is very jealous. Other teachers are standing on the podium to give lectures, but Teacher He likes to talk around the classroom, and often goes around to Zhou Xuanyi and doesn't leave.

"Today we are talking about the Song Dynasty female lyricist Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin". Li Qingzhao, known as Yi'an Jushi, was a native of Zhangqiu, Qizhou in the Song Dynasty, and the approximate location of this Zhangqiu in the Song Dynasty was in Zhangqiu District, JN City, SD Province. The representative of the Wanyue faction is known as "the first talented woman in the ages". ”

"Gu Fei, come and recite this poem"

"The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a golden beast. The festive season is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn kitchen, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating. ”

"After dusk, there is a dark fragrance in the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ”

Gu Fei has excellent Chinese grades and can be regarded as a talented girl in the experimental middle school. A drunken flower yin can be said without reading textbooks.

Teacher He walked next to Zhou Xuanyi and motioned for Gu Fei to sit down. Continue with the translation.

Translated into the vernacular, this poem is full of mist, dense clouds, the days are depressed and sad, and dipterocarp is swirling in the golden beast incense burner. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, lying in the jade pillow gauze tent, and the cool air in the middle of the night has just soaked the whole body. Drinking on the east fence until after dusk, the faint fragrance of chrysanthemum fills the sleeves. How can this place not be sad in the here and now? The wind suddenly rose, and the curtain rolled in, and the people in the curtain were even thinner than the yellow flowers because of excessive thoughts. ”

The beginning of this poem is unusual, with seven sets of overlapping words in a row. Not only in terms of lyrics, but also in poetry and songs. But that's not all, these seven sets of overlapping words are also very musically beautiful. Song Ci is meant to be sung, so tonal harmony is an important content. Li Qingzhao has a deep knowledge of music and rhythm, so when these seven groups of overlapping words are read aloud, there is a feeling of big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate. She felt that the tongue and tongue were chanting back and forth, lingering and sluggish, and tactfully and sadly, as if she had heard a very sad person whispering, but before she could speak, she felt that she could make the listener feel her sorrow, and when she had finished, the sad mood had not dissipated. An inexplicable melancholy spreads in my heart and in the air, lingering for a long time, and the aftertaste is endless. ”

Tang Jing looked at Teacher He standing next to Zhou Xuanyi and didn't move, and her teeth itched with hatred.

"There are 10 minutes left for the students to discuss in groups what I have just said. If you don't understand something, you can raise your hand and ask questions. Teacher He looked at his watch and said.

Seeing that Teacher He had no intention of moving his position, Tang Jing immediately raised her hand.

"Teacher He, can you give me an answer to this sentence?" Tang Jing was still quite flexible when she thought carefully, and she didn't know which sentence it was, so Teacher He could only go to Tang Jing's side.

Waiting for Teacher He to walk to his side, Tang Jing pointed to the textbook and asked, "Teacher He, the mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the Rui Brain Destroys the Golden Beast." Does this phrase mean a long time? ”

This understanding is somewhat one-sided, and the appreciation of ancient poems needs to be analyzed in conjunction with each other. This sentence is to use the environment to set off the boredom of the lyricist, so it has a feeling of a long time. ”

Teacher He was about to leave after explaining, but Tang Jing didn't want her to walk back to Zhou Xuanyi. Hurry up and continue to ask,

"Teacher He, what about this sentence, is it quoting Tao Yuanming's poem to allude to chrysanthemums?" Tang Jing pointed to "After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves." ”

"Well, yes. These two sentences are written about both people and scenes. It implies the melancholy of missing relatives during the festive season. ”

Tang Jing turned into a curious baby at this time, like a cannonball, and she didn't stop asking questions until other classmates asked questions.

Ten minutes passed quickly under Tang Jing's continuous questioning.

When the bell rang for the end of class, Teacher He answered the last question, returned to the podium, packed up the lesson plan and left the classroom in a hurry.

"Xiao Jingjing, what's the matter with you. Just now, I kept dragging Teacher He to ask questions. I didn't even have a chance to speak," Gu Fei complained.

"I'll go and send the registration form to Mr. Li first." Tang Jing didn't answer Gu Fei's question, and hurriedly ran out with the registration form.

"It's weird~" Gu Fei tilted her head and muttered, although she felt strange, she just couldn't figure out where there was weirdness.

When Xiaojing comes back, she must ask clearly, Gu Fei muttered to herself.

As soon as Gu Fei's gossip nature was played, he immediately transformed into "Detective Kefei".