2006: School beauty loves me again

Chapter 9 009. National Treasure Ration, Absolutely Extraordinary

Fang Yuan knew that Liu Su's small wallet was empty, so he took the responsibility of buying food at noon.

I still have beef tendon noodles and chicken chops, and I bought a beef tenderloin rice bowl and ginseng chicken soup for the little girl.

The Korean restaurant in front of the school only opened last semester, and it is very popular with female students, but Fang Yuan doesn't like it.

After eating, he went to take a shit, and chatted with his buddies about the "Perfect World" online game that will be tested next month.

In his previous life, he ruined his studies because he was addicted to this game, but he still couldn't help praising others for his first face pinching function.

While talking, he remembered sister Yu Ling and sister Fairy, even though he was in the toilet, he still drool a few times.

Walking on the playground, he called 12580 to book a hard sleeper ticket from Dongshan to Jining at [-]pm.

The first class in the afternoon is Chinese, and the teacher's surname is Wu.

Fang Yuan had some impressions of this middle-aged Confucian scholar, who liked to play with words.

Because today is the holiday, the students' minds have already flown.

And the midterm exam papers were already mentioned yesterday.

Teacher Wu had a whim and said on the podium: This class is about ancient prose appreciation.

Then throw out a poem and write it on the blackboard in a flying style.

Chalk characters in half cursive and half running script are very rare, and of course not many high school students can understand them.

Fang Yuan studied it carefully for a long time, and finally recognized the general idea, which is a seven-character quatrain:

The crouching dragon is vast for eight thousand miles, and the fog covers the temple in the narrow mountain;
Meet indefinitely, hate unintentionally, and sigh parting in the hometown of ghosts.

This level is definitely not a legacy of famous masters.

Fang Yuan estimated that eighty percent of the achievements were made by the Chinese teacher himself.

Teacher Wu covered her mouth and coughed lightly, breaking the silence in the class.

"Students can be more casual, the handwriting is a bit sloppy, which classmate can recognize it?"

Seeing that no one said anything, Teacher Wu looked back carefully and said with a smile:
"It's really scribbled. So, Fang Yuan, you are good at Chinese, can you recognize it?"

Fang Yuan is sweating profusely, can you do handwriting identification if you have a good Chinese score?

There is no need to fight the teacher's face, he nodded and said honestly:
"I can recognize it. The teacher's handwriting is very good. I can recognize it."

Looking at the smile behind Mr. Wu's glasses, he read it again, and then said:
"Teacher, I think this is a five-character chanting poem."

A few students who understood retorted: "It's a lyric poem."

Teacher Wu smiled: "Fangyuan, tell me, why is it Yongzhi and not Lyrics?"

Hold it, and it doesn't cost money.

"There is little ambition to cross mountains and mountains. When you enter the mountains and fog, you can't see the sun. When you see the humble temple, you will feel hidden. These are the first two sentences;

Although the last two sentences are depressing, when recalling the mind of youth, it is more about nostalgia than discouragement, and it is about remembering when you are no longer young, rather than hating this residual life. The despondency on the surface cannot conceal the freedom and ease in the artistic conception.

I think this is written by the author to encourage future generations not to be people with negative ambitions.

So it is Yongzhi rather than lyricism. "

Teacher Wu looked at him in surprise, and murmured: "Okay, okay."

Fang Yuan understands that this means that he has something in his heart.

Fang Yuan said again: "Mr. Wu, I read three hundred Tang poems when I was young, but I haven't seen this one. You wrote it yourself, right? Teacher is really amazing."

Seeing the children's admiring eyes and sparse applause, Teacher Wu smiled coquettishly.

Shy and proud, he pushed his glasses and said:
"I made it, for fun.

Fang Yuan is right, this poem is best used to encourage you.

The third year of high school is coming, and then the university. You will encounter various obstacles in the future. The teacher advises you not to give up lightly.

Persistence is the only way to success. "

The classroom entered a climax, and Mr. Wu entered the state.

He asked students to voluntarily write a line of their favorite poems on the blackboard, both ancient and modern.

Some are willing to go on stage, some write about the bright moonlight in front of the bed, some write about bamboo sticks and straw shoes lightly surpassing a horse, some write about an iron horse falling into a dream on a glacier, and some write about nothing being taken away with a wave of their sleeves...

And so on, showing all kinds of youthful hearts.

Teacher Wu commented the previous sentence below each line:
The bright moonlight in front of the bed, the white jade capital in the sky;

Bamboo sticks and straw shoes lightly beat horses, and those who do not want to bow before chariots and horses;

A flick of the sleeve does not take away a single cloud, life can be arranged extremely lonely;

It doesn't matter whether others can understand it or not, it is extremely annoying anyway.

Liu Su secretly glanced at Fangyuan, lightly clenched his small fists, stood up, walked to the blackboard with everyone's eyes, and wrote a line of delicate small characters: love is warmth is hope, you are the fourth in the world moon day.

Then he came back blushing and sat down without looking at anyone.

Teacher Wu hesitated holding the chalk.

Fang Yuan thought it was funny, the uncle Xi Murong had watched it all, but he didn't even look at Lin Huiyin?

Suddenly, Teacher Wu turned his head and looked at him with a smile:
"Student Fangyuan, the teacher thinks that your understanding of poetry is not shallow. Liu Su is your deskmate. I will give you a chance to comment on a sentence."

Fang Yuan was extremely surprised, because I was at the same table as her, so I went to comment?What about logic?
But whoever stands on the podium in the classroom is the biggest.

Bite the bullet and walk slowly, he suddenly thought of a big stalk, and wrote down:

It's him, it's him, it's him, young hero Nezha!
It made the whole class laugh out loud.

Liu Su waved his small fist angrily at him, then covered his mouth and smiled coquettishly.

Teacher Wu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "You are a bit quick-witted, and you are worthy of being the first in your grade. Well, the handwriting has become more beautiful, it seems that you have practiced a lot."

What about logic?What about logic?Fangyuan was embarrassed.

Teacher Wu raised his wrist and pulled him back:
"get out of class is coming to an end. I'll test you. If you say you've memorized [-] Tang poems, then you can also compose a poem on the spot."

Fang Yuan is going crazy, this uncle definitely has no malice, probably because he cares about himself and is willing to let himself show off.

But, didn't Ning Mo take drugs before class?
What I said is that I have read it, when did I recite it?
Does it have something to do with the fact that you are going to test me soon?

"Teacher, where am I..."

"Students, do you want to see Fang Yuan write a poem? In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps. Fang Yuan, you are number one in the school. How many steps do you plan to take?"

Cao Zhi is awesome through the ages, why did he provoke you after two years of being awesome among less than a thousand people?

Forget it, Fang Yuan doesn't want to complain anymore.

Walking back and forth one step, two steps and three steps, watching the stars form a line?

Fang Wenshan still has some Chinese style lyrics...

Looking up at Liu Su, this girl is holding back a smile and waiting to see herself make a fool of herself.

Zhang Yao, he was playing on his mobile phone, he didn't look at himself.

This week's blackboard was drawn on the small blackboard at the back of the class. He remembered that he did it by himself, a round man holding a bamboo and chewing on it.

He moved three steps back to the blackboard and said to Mr. Wu:
"Teacher, I thought of your masterpiece and wrote a five-character poem."

Several boys shouted: "Fang Yuan, awesome! Poetry in six steps!"

Fang Yuan bit the bullet and waved his hand.

Every time he wrote a sentence, many boys read it aloud, which was deafening.

Write the first sentence: I come from the mountains.

Teacher Wu took out his mobile phone and started recording.

Write the second sentence: step on the mud.

Many girls followed suit, and more people raised their phones.

Liu Su seemed to feel Fang Yuan's mood at this time, and suddenly covered his mouth with tears streaming down his face.

This is the third of the most real physiological reactions: uncontrolled tears.

As for the fourth physiological reaction... Xiao Liusu seems to have to wait a long time to realize it. There is no way, people are like floating weeds, and personal will is not enough to shake the predetermined flow of the river of fate.

From the corner of his eyes, Fang Yuan saw the homeroom teacher standing outside the classroom door and beside her was a beautiful woman with a short half head.

Li Li was wearing a long black dress that hung down to his ankles, with black hair hanging down and an oval face, he was unparalleled in coldness and beauty.

Chen Wan was disturbed by the noise in the class. Li Li was chatting with her in the office, so they walked over together.

The two watched the scene, quietly stood outside and watched without speaking.

The third sentence: don't feel bitter every year.

Fangyuan's pen was like a snake, and he unconsciously began to write continuously.

He listened to the voice behind him and knew it was his appreciation.

Thinking of my own background, thinking of every lonely and cold festival, thinking of the life I owed to that girl...

Holding the chalk firmly, write the last sentence: Step into the clouds!
The classroom was quiet for a while, and then there was a monstrous cry: Step into the clouds!Step into the cloud!
Liu Su cried.

Zhang Yao put away his cell phone, and repeated the words sullenly, with thoughtful eyes.

Teacher Wu held up his mobile phone:

"Very good, using bamboo to chant ambitions, there is not a single character for bamboo."

Most people also know the beauty of this poem, and they are even more excited.

Chen Wan's wonderful eyes flowed, like emotion or approval, and her emotions turned into a smile on her face.

Li Li...had no expression on his face. Compared with her, Liu Su's title of 'Beauty on the Ice Mountain' was simply fake, and it was extremely misleading.

Fang Yuan turned around and saw the students who were excited, shouting, and clapping, and also saw Liu Su crying and nodding to him.

He smiled casually and bowed his hands to everyone: "I'm proud of you."

Chen Wan walked in, stopped the shouting of the class, and then said something to the three-pointed and seven-pointed Fangyuan:

"Don't be arrogant, you won't get points for composition and poetry in the college entrance examination."

Fang Yuan rubbed his nose awkwardly, and saw Li Li walking in lightly.

The boys whispered secretly, Li Li doesn't teach the second year of high school, it's not easy to meet her in Sanmeizhong.

Li Li's voice is very clear, like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley:
"Mr. Wu, Mr. Chen, can I comment on this poem?"

Chen Wan said: "You taught him in the first year of high school, and you are also the teacher of this brat, why not?"

Teacher Wu also has no objection.

Li Li looked at Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan had no resistance to her at all, and said with a flattering smile, "I wish I could."

The palm, which is almost as white as chalk, quickly wrote two lines of poetry:

Mo Chou has no confidant, no one in the world knows the king.

The handwriting is flying, which is not at all like her cold personality.

After finishing writing, Li Li turned around and was about to leave, then stopped suddenly, and raised his chin to Fangyuan: "Is it okay?"

Fang Yuan bowed lightly: "Teacher Li can be called a confidant."

Li Li blinked his eyes: "Okay, then give yourself a name for this poem."

Ah, it's the hardest thing to come up with a name...

Untitled is definitely not enough.

Fangyuan twisted his forehead, thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, then looked at Yuan Gungun behind him,
He raised his hand and wrote: "Bamboo is not just the ration of pandas"

(End of this chapter)