What is a poem? Poetry? Songs are actually words, not words, but also a hairy thing!

Feng Qingnian's "Yongfeng" is really good, the idea is novel, just with a simple five-character quatrain, the image of the wind is vividly displayed in front of everyone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But it's a pity that only Yongwu has no words, which can be said to be in vain.

In contrast, the idea of 'lime chanting' is more novel, imagine who can use the lime from repairing the courtyard wall to compose a poem? The whole poem is concise in penmanship, the language is simple and unpolished, but it has a strong appeal.

And most importantly, 'Lime Yin' borrows things as a metaphor for people and conveys feelings. Show a positive attitude towards life that is not afraid of setbacks, as well as a fearless and awe-inspiring righteousness!

"Assistant Teacher Mi sang a 'lime chant', which shows the nobility of morality! The old man is ashamed, ashamed!"

After a while, Zhou Fengxian spoke, his face full of shame.

Prior to this, he had always regarded Mi Xiaoxia as a mediocre person who went through the back door in order to have real talents. But just imagine, if you don't have ambition, if you don't have real talent, how can you make a 'lime moan'!

"'Lime Yin' is in front, and it is a waste of pen and ink for me to compose poetry for decades!"

"Brother Zhang, you're okay, I originally wanted to publish a collection of poems, but fortunately I didn't, otherwise someone would compare 'Lime Yin' to me, wouldn't I have to die of shame. ”

The other teaching assistants came back to their senses, smiled wryly and shook their heads, and then heard the sound of tearing paper, and several other people also took out the poems and tore them all.

Some people even said that they would go back and burn all the previous poems, and that they would not be able to write poems like 'lime chanting' for a day, and that they would not leave pen and ink for a day.

"Haha! Today's 'lime chanting' poem is really a great joy. As for the candidates for this election, I don't think there is any suspense. ”

Zhou Fengxian laughed happily twice and continued.

"Wait, Lord Samurai, I have something to say!"

But at this moment, someone suddenly hurriedly shouted. Everyone looked up, but it was Feng Qingnian.

Everyone was stunned, although Feng Qingnian's 'Yongfeng' was good, it was a few grades worse than 'Lime Yin', was he still not convinced?

"My lord, 'Lime Yin' is well written, but it is not known who wrote it. ”

Feng Qingnian glanced at Mi Xiaoxia with a sneer, and then turned to Zhou Fengxian.

"Adults are noble and untainted, but they don't know that the world is declining, and there are many villains who sell their fame and reputation and steal poems!"

"This ......"

Hearing this, Zhou Fengxian couldn't help but be stunned, and the other teaching assistants were also stunned, and then looked at Mi Xiaoxia with some doubts.

Yes, if Mi Xiaoxia really has such talents, why is he just a talent, why should he rely on a relationship to enter the country?

Could this 'lime chant' be where he heard it, and now writes it to pretend to be his own poem?

Feng Qingnian was hateful in his heart, he had already won the game, but Mi Xiaoxia made a 'lime groan'. But he won't give up so easily, firmly grasp the handle of Mi Xiaoxia's relationship through the back door, and must bring Mi Xiaoxia down.

"Assistant Teacher, in order to show justice, can you write another proposition poem? ”

After a little thought, Zhou Fengxian said to Mi Xiaoxia.

The so-called propositional poem is a designated topic. Even if it is coincidental, Mi Xiaoxia can't just hear a good poem, which just fits Zhou Fengxian's title.

As long as Mi Xiaoxia can make poems comparable to 'lime groans', or too many different levels, it can show that he is indeed talented.

"My lord, please ask the question. ”

Mi Xiaoxia's face was calm, and he nodded calmly. sneered slightly in his heart, Feng Qingnian was eventful, and it seemed that he was impatient!

"Well, it's still a poem, huh...... It's already November, and the plum blossoms are about to bloom, so let's take the plum blossoms as the theme. ”

Zhou Fengxian thought about it and said a question.

'Lime Yin' is a poetry of songs, and it is reasonable to make a poetry of things now.

"Good. ”

Mi Xiaoxia nodded, crossed his hands with ten fingers, frowned and pondered, and after crossing his hands back and forth eight times, Mei Yushu stretched out and walked towards the table.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, could it be that they had come up with it in just a few breaths? In such a short period of time, it is difficult to become a poem, let alone a good poem, a good poem comparable to 'lime chanting'?

Everyone was curious, and hurriedly followed, wanting to see what kind of poem Mi Xiaoxia had written. Among them, Feng Qingnian was the most anxious, he had already thought in his heart that as long as Mi Xiaoxia's writing was not as good as 'Lime Yin', he would insist that 'Lime Yin' was plagiarized by him!

"My family washes the inkstone pond tree. ”

Mi Xiaoxia put down the pen, and everyone couldn't help but read it along. This first sentence is prosaic, not even like a poem, but like ordinary speech.

Feng Qingnian was happy in his heart, this first sentence is not good, even if the later ones are good, the overall level of the poem cannot be too high. Now he has begun to ponder the rhetoric, how to accuse Mi Xiaoxia of plagiarizing 'Lime Yin'.

"Flowers bloom with faint ink marks. ”

Immediately afterwards, Mi Xiaoxia wrote the second sentence. And when they saw this sentence, everyone's eyes lit up.

The words washing inkstone, pond tree, and light ink marks echo back and forth, and an indifferent ink plum seems to appear in front of you, how ingenious this is!

Feng Qingnian frowned, he was not very happy, and suddenly a bad feeling welled up.

"Don't let people praise the colors. ”

Immediately after the third sentence, everyone frowned again, and this sentence was flat and straightforward, plain. But they are already mentally prepared and waiting to see Mi Xiaoxia's fourth sentence.

The extent to which this poem can go depends on this fourth line. Not only Feng Qingnian, but everyone couldn't help but get nervous.

"Only leave a clear breath and full of energy!"

Mi Xiaoxia swiped his pen and ink, and the fourth line of poetry was completed.

"Leave only the breath...... Full of ...... Good poetry!

As soon as the fourth sentence came out, everyone was stunned at first, and after a moment of silence and taste, they applauded!

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the color, just leave the air full of goodness!

It is also a poem, the same is a word of support, and it is also a noble temperament! Everyone smacked their lips and admired, 'Lime Yin' is good enough, but this 'Momei' is not bad at all, and the sentences before and after echo each other, and the ingenuity is still above the 'Lime Yin'!

And the most important thing is that Mi Xiaoxia expressed his views very clearly with the help of this song 'Momei'.

Feng Qingnian said that he plagiarized, but he did not refute it, but explained with a song 'Momei', 'Don't let people praise the color, only leave a clear air'.

Yes, how to slander others, they are noble, and they are naturally full of energy!

"Good! Good poem!

Everyone read it repeatedly, and they were still full of praise.

"This ......"

Looking at Feng Qingnian again, he was completely dumbfounded at this time. If he writes two good poems in a row, he can still say that he is plagiarizing, and you have the ability to copy such good poems with two hands? Not to mention that the last one is a propositional poem, and the possibility of plagiarism is very small!

"In ancient times, Cao Zijian made a poem in seven steps, and now there is Mi Xiaoxia's eight-pronged poem, Cao Zijian is a high eight bucket, and Mi Xiaoxia is not far behind!"

First 'Lime Yin', and now 'Momei', a teaching assistant couldn't help but praise again and again.

"Yes, yes, in the future, everyone will call Brother Mi 'Mi Bacha'. ”

The other teaching assistants also coaxed and said with a smile.

"Assistant Teacher, the old man has a reluctant request, I don't know if I can agree. ”

At this time, Zhou Fengxian suddenly bowed to Mi Xiaoxia with an extremely humble attitude.

"What are you doing, sir!"

Mi Xiaoxia was startled, and hurriedly helped Zhou Fengxian up, and said with a smile.

"If you have something to say, as long as I can do it, I will obey my fate. ”

"You said it yourself, and everyone can testify to it!"

Hearing this, Zhou Fengxian's face was full of excitement, and he snatched the manuscripts of 'Lime Yin' and 'Momei' into his arms.

"Assistant Teacher Mi, this manuscript will be given to the old man to make a family heirloom. ”

"Manuscript?"

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then came back to their senses in an instant, and beat their chests and feet, old things and old foxes, start quickly! This is the manuscript of 'Lime Yin' and 'Momei', he actually monopolizes it, even if he doesn't do it, he has to grab it!