I’m Really a Superstar

Zhang Huan’s poems were robbed. In addition to paying attention to Zhang Hua’s calligraphy skills, the main reason is that this verse is too classic and wants to stay at home. But in the end, this poem was captured by Su Na. She is the first paper rolled up by Xuan paper, which has already taken the lead. In addition, everyone knows that Su Na and Zhang Wei are colleagues of the Chinese Department of Peking University. The relationship is very good, so I was embarrassed to grab it later.

"Ugh."

"A late step."

"I really like this poem!"

"Who doesn't like it, this is nonsense!"

"I propose, or else I will compare it to one more, and let Zhang Yi write more poems. Let's all share equally. Do you agree?"

As a result, no one is talking.

More than one? Who is compared to Zhang Wei? Are you going?

I have seen this verse in the past, and no one will challenge Zhang Hao in the presence, and then go up and compare with him, that is, I am looking for shame.

In contrast, Liao Qi over there seems a bit depressed.

As the team leader saw it, he comforted him in the past. "Old Liao, don't worry about it. Everyone has a field that he is good at. The piece of poetry is good for Zhang Wei. There are few people in the country who can compare with him. If you lose, you will lose."

Liao Qi did not say anything.

Tsinghua teachers who have just started to feel a little hot on their faces, half of them have already left in advance.

The old professor next to a large man said: "Hey, the future is awesome, and the future is awesome."

Today's celebration feast has really opened the eyes of many teachers. I am fortunate to see a poem that is so bullish and forced. They are not white.

Not long after, the celebration feast was gone.

Everyone went down to the dormitory, and many people on the road were still talking about the poem.

This poem is actually the "Hou and Mutual Reminiscences of the Couples" written by Li Wei in the Song Dynasty on the earth. This poem is quite famous in all the ancient verses of ancient times. Zhang Wei happened to be in a book. When I read it in the book, I remembered it. When I threw it on this earth, it was natural to shock people.

......

in the afternoon.

Halfway up the hill, dormitory.

When Zhang Wei came back, he took a shower and didn't take it to heart. Then he strolled to the information room and borrowed a dozen books to get it back. He started the work in the morning and flipped over the page. Those contents, then eat the memory capsule, recall a book and a book, and engrave the memory in your own mind, so that you can take it out of your mind whenever you want to use it.

One.

Another book.

Zhang Wei is not too boring, but also very resistant to loneliness. He repeats the same work over and over again, trying to absorb the vast knowledge, to lay the foundation for the future, to prepare for the future, the rest of the days before the college entrance examination, his time I plan to spend this.

......

The second day.

day.

I don't know who it is. I suddenly sent Zhang Wei's "Hou and Mutual Reminiscences" to Weibo, and added a line of explanatory text: "This is the poem written by Zhang Wei in the closed area of ​​the proposition group. Let's enjoy it, I will remind you that there is a mystery inside, oh."

Look at the tone, it seems to be a woman.

Some netizens have come across.

"Written in the proposition group? How do you get it?"

"Yeah, isn't it all closed there, no mobile phone, no network, fake? Deceptive click?"

“Is this person likely to be an internal staff member of the Beijing High School?”

"Probably."

"I look at this poem."

"Oh, it’s a good one."

"Yes, it is very artistic."

"Is this really written by Zhang Wei? Unlike it, every capital of Zhang Wei's poems is shocking? This is a good one, but not so amazing."

"Cheat click, confirm it!"

"Mystery? Is there a mystery inside?"

Many netizens don't believe it. After all, there are too many scammers and too many rumors.

The woman who made the Weibo saw everyone questioning, and she replied, "Is it written by Zhang Wei? You will know it after reading it again. Besides him, this poem can not be written by others!"

"what?"

“Looking down?”

"Oh! I am still the first time? I said that poetry can be read down!"

"let me try."

The next moment, countless people are shocked to be heaven!

"My grass!"

"My grass!"

"Your sister can really read it down!"

"Is this really written by Zhang Wei?"

"I know this! This is a verse! It is extremely rare even in ancient times! Even in ancient times, those verses that have been handed down, like this one, are so rhyming and artistic, can’t find it. A few!"

“What is Zhang Wei’s writing for this poem? What do you mean by husband and wife?”

The woman who sent Weibo explained: "I heard that the teachers are celebrating the feast, there is a game, some people challenge Zhang Wei, use the 'couple' to make a poem, and then Zhang Wei wrote this one. I heard that there is no even thinking. It seems that Zhang Wei is directly writing, and then naturally wins!"

"God!"

"Long knowledge!"

"It's amazing! The ancient culture of the Republic is really profound! You don't say, I don't even know that there is a verse! It's amazing!"

"When I heard the landlord say, I believe that this is Zhang Wei's work. Some people are challenged. Zhang Wei's verses and poems are against each other? It is the style of this goods!"

"Scratch your face and go to the face again!"

"Your sister, Teacher Zhang is locked up in the mountains, still not idle, but also face and feed!"

"Oh, that's okay, it's not a slap in the face! It's that Teacher Zhang flew up to the moon, and he estimated that he had to find ways to hit his face! No one can stop the pace of playing face!"

"Ha ha ha, a very sad poem, how can I let you say that I want to be happy!"

"Mr. Zhang is mighty!"

"Zhang Wei is Zhang Wei! The name is well-deserved!"

"Zhang Wei's poems are not only good intentions, but even the skills have reached the peak! It can be seen that Zhang Wei is already playing, and writing poetry is really a 'play' for him, too easy. It’s too chic.”

With the soaring number of microblogs, more and more people are paying attention to it, and the number of messages has increased all the time. Soon, this "Mom and wife reminiscent of Huiwen poetry" has also been opened up and smashed. Throughout, one word and one word were picked up by a microscope and chewed. The more research, the deeper the depth, the more people feel the subtleties of this poem, and they are even more amazed and incredible!

However, there are a lot of people who don't care about this.

It is the candidates of the capital!

"What kind of verses are not verses!"

"I am concerned about the difficulty of this year's Beijing high exam questions!"

"Looking at Zhang Wei's "Hou and Mutual Recollections of Huiwen Poetry", I suddenly felt a burst of eggs - pain! So difficult poems have been written, can his questions be simple?"

"I am desperate too!"

"That's not necessarily, don't be too pessimistic!"

"Yes, the person who made the question is not Zhang Yi. Even if he asks Zhang Zhang to make a question, he can make a few questions? Let's do the other questions correctly."

"The reason is right!"

"I hope, I always have an unpredictable feeling."

"Khan, me too, I will review the algebraic geometry again. I am going down, let's talk."

"I am also down."

......

one day.

Three days.

Five days.

In a blink of an eye, the annual college entrance examination is coming!