"Xiaobai, what's wrong with you?" The teacher hurriedly stepped forward to check, although the student's grades were not good, he usually did not interfere with the other students much, and this sudden performance caught the teacher off guard.

But I'm still afraid that something is really wrong with him, so I hurriedly stepped forward to ask, this is too abnormal.

"Teacher, I... Wow... I! Xiaobai couldn't cry anymore, and he couldn't speak smoothly.

"Oh, what does a big man look like crying like this? The whole class is looking at you! ”

This can make the teacher on the side die, thinking why is this more and more excited?

"Teacher... I... Mobile phone..."Xiaobai was too excited to tears and snot, so he had to hold up his mobile phone high.

Now the teacher is even more nervous, looking at this, is there something wrong at home?

In the eyes of the teacher, it is clearly forbidden to bring mobile phones in the third year of high school, and Xiaobai's this is obviously a violation, but he was able to take out his mobile phone publicly, which proves that something is really wrong.

The teacher quickly took the phone, and the surrounding classmates began to comfort Xiaobai and told him not to worry, there must be a solution.

The teacher opened the mobile phone and saw that it was a page browsing the web, and there was no news of the so-called family accident on it.

"Xiaobai, you don't have any news in your phone, this is playing with your phone in violation of regulations in class! The phone is secretly playing, how can you cry? ”

At this time, Xiaobai finally stabilized his mood and could speak normally.

"Teacher, please take a closer look at the poem that appears on the page, I couldn't help it when I saw this poem just now."

"Poetry?" Now the whole class was stunned, this reason is too strange, what kind of poem can make a scumbag cry like this?

"Poems on the page? Could it be this "The Wanderer's Song"? Although the teacher was puzzled, he still read the poem quickly.

"This, how can there be such a poem?" As a result, the teacher began to shed tears on the spot.

"Teacher, teacher!" The other students in the classroom began to call out to the teacher, but the teacher was still immersed in this very emotional emotion, and he couldn't give a timely response.

"What kind of poem is this? Why did the teacher cry too? Teacher, will you continue this lesson today? Xiaohua, the female class leader with a ponytail, saw that the teacher was out of control and got up from her seat and asked.

"Hmm... This lesson... Unimportant! Now ask Xiaobai to take his mobile phone and read this poem aloud in our class, it is more important. ”

The sobbing teacher was even more surprising under the question of the class leader, he mainly saw that few of the other students had mobile phones, and their class was generally well-behaved.

Of course, there are a few really hopeless scumbags, he usually turns a blind eye, and in view of the fact that everyone has no mobile phones, he asked Xiaobai to read the poem to the whole class.

"Huh?" It was the voice of more than 70 students in a class who had seen a miracle today.

In the surprised eyes of the students, Xiaobai took the mobile phone in the teacher's hand and walked directly onto the podium, adjusted his state and read the poems in the mobile phone seriously.

"Mother's hand is on the line, and the wanderer's shirt is on top."

When the class heard this, they immediately remembered their mother, and it was strange that they thought that it was the most difficult poem, but it was very easy for them to understand, and the picture of their mother sewing or arranging clothes for themselves soon came to mind.

Some of the emotionally charged students were indeed moved to the point that they wanted to shed tears.

Then Xiaobai read out the following verses: "Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late." Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. ”

This poem describes the mother's love for her child in great detail, starting from the details, and it is very vivid, all the students in the classroom shed tears, and Xiaobai on the stage was moved to tears again.

"Teacher, I decided to study hard in the future, never look at my phone again in class, no matter how bad my grades are, I have to fight hard, I can't make my mother sad."

Xiaobai said his attitude very seriously and seriously, he decided to sprint for the college entrance examination in the last three months of his senior year, no matter whether it was good or bad, he had to do his best, and he couldn't let his mother down.

The whole class and the teacher also nodded solemnly, after the baptism of this poem, their fighting spirit was even higher, and everyone didn't want to disappoint their mother.

Many people finally know that it is not easy for their mothers to raise them.

At this time, it was already time for the end of class, and the teacher directly copied "The Wanderer's Yin" in a notebook, and took him out of the class and walked directly to the principal's office.

When I came to the principal's office, I recommended this poem to the principal.

"Principal Wang, I suggest that this poem be promoted throughout our school, and the effect is simply too good for the students!"

The principal Wang sitting in front of him was Wang Qingshi of the Ancient Wind Garden, and when he saw this poem, he naturally knew that it was written by Xia Junnan, and he was paying attention to the situation in the poetry contest before this teacher came.

"Teacher Yang, your proposal is indeed very good, so let's call and directly inform the grade directors of each grade and ask them to implement it quickly!"

"And Teacher Yang, your idea is very good, so let's go, hasn't the head teacher of your class been unsure who it is, so you can be in charge!"

This Teacher Yang didn't expect his proposal to be so smooth, and what was even more surprising was that the principal actually promoted him to be a class teacher because of this!

Excited, Mr. Yang quickly quit the principal and left the principal's office.

And Wang Qingshi, who was sitting on the chair, patted his head: "Why didn't I think of this before, Mr. Junnan's masterpiece should let these students learn more!" ”

Xia Junnan on the other side didn't know about these major changes that took place in a high school in reality, and he smiled with relish while eating bread while watching these comments on the Internet.

As he expected, the popularity on the Internet has indeed risen again.

Netizens finally began to watch Junnan's next poem "Fengqiao Night Park"

"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is sleeping, Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, and the bell rings to the passenger ship in the middle of the night."

In the eyes of netizens, this is obviously a poem about the scene, but it only sets off the poet's lonely state of mind, but such a scene makes people yearn for it, and I feel that the scene must be very quiet.

"Where is Gusu City in the poem? I've never heard of any Hanshan Temple in this world? ”

Sharp-eyed netizens couldn't help but ask curiously when they saw the place names in the poem, this is not the sunspot of H country, the people of H country have actually heard of not all the buildings and place names in Nuoda's China.

Xia Junnan also happened to see this comment in the comment area, and couldn't help but reply.

"Gusu City is a city that appeared in my dream, and Hanshan Temple is a virtual temple, this is an image, just imagine it."

Seeing that the author himself actually responded, the entire comment area exploded.