Chapter 812

All morning, in the campus of Zhian No. 1 middle school, Lin Feng's "oath of alliance" was popular with thousands of young men and girls. In particular, the last sentence "life and death are the same as Qing" has become a famous aphorism that boys talk about and girls remember.

In the language group office, old man Wang ran in happily with the lesson plan. Before he could put the lesson plan down in his seat, he ran to the desk of another old Chinese teacher Lu Zhiwei and proudly slapped his lesson plan record book in front of his desk.

"Lao Wang! What are you doing? What's the nerve in the morning? " Lu Zhiwei, who was lowering his head to prepare the teaching plan for the next class, stared, was startled, raised his head and asked.

"Don't do anything! Lao Lu, just let you look at this poem and see how it feels? "

Old man Wang deliberately suppressed his happiness and solemnly pointed to the oath of alliance written by Lin Feng in the teaching plan.

"Reading poetry? What's good! I'm still in a hurry to go to class! "

In the Chinese group, old man Wang and old man Lu are the least able to deal with. They often quarrel and quarrel. Moreover, the classes they teach are in the third grade of senior high school, so they are like water and fire with each other. They often compare their Chinese grades with some top Chinese students.

"Look... Just look at a seven character ancient style and make a comment."

Old man Wang did not point out who wrote this seven character ancient style in advance, so he directly spread out the book and asked old man Lu to comment.

When they heard that they were shouting again, other teachers in the Chinese group also glanced over one after another, like watching the excitement, to see how the two old guys quarreled.

"Seven character ancient style? Well, you old Wang, did you come across an ancient poem that the students brought and couldn't appreciate and analyze, so you took it hypocritically and wanted me to show you? " Lu Zhiwei said with a smile on his face.

"Lao Lu, you don't care what's going on. Anyway, look at this poem first."

Old man Wang said anxiously, "if you have anything, you can talk after reading it."

"OK! I'd like to see which ancient poem can embarrass you, Lao Wang. You know, since I was a child, Lu Zhiwei has been fond of classical Chinese, Tang poetry, Song poetry and the book of songs. I can recite them back... "Lu Zhiwei boasted proudly.

"Come on! Lao Lu, stop bragging and read it first. I'm sure you haven't seen this ancient poem. " Old man Wang gave him a white look and said.

"How is that possible? Unless you bring out the kind of broken poetry that can't even climb the hall of elegance, otherwise, I Lu Zhiwei have read almost all the classical Chinese poetry with a little level in recent decades. Even if you can't recite it, you will certainly have an impression. " Lu Zhiwei said unconvinced.

"Look! If you had seen this poem, I would be your grandson! "

Seeing Lu Zhiwei so confident, old man Wang was happy. This poem was written by Lin Fenggang just now. How could Lu Zhiwei have seen it before?

"Hum! Ok... Then you'll be my grandson... "

Before the word "Zi" was spoken, Lu Zhiwei, who looked down at the poem, was stunned. Then he frowned and muttered, "it's strange! I really haven't seen this poem yet... "

"Ha ha! What about? Lao Lu, I told you! You must have never seen this poem before. Ok... Let's have a look. How is this poem written? Give me a comment! " Old man Wang saw that Lu Zhiwei's pride had just disappeared, so he said with a smile.

Other Chinese teachers in the office also curiously stretched out their heads. They were all curious about what kind of ancient poem old man Wang showed Lu Zhiwei. After all, in the language group office, Mr. Lu is known as a know it all, and there are almost no ancient prose and ancient poetry he doesn't know.

"Hum! Don't be complacent, Lao Wang. Maybe you got this poem from somewhere. I'll take a closer look... "

Just now, Lu Zhiwei just glanced over and didn't seriously look at the content of the poem. He just felt that this poem was very strange. Now I pay attention to it and read the past word by word:

"It's hard to plant the hidden feeling of cloud blowing and fog!"

Talking about the first sentence, Lu Zhiwei's expression is quite normal. After all, the first sentence is just a very simple way to set off emotion with scenery. Many ancient poems use this method, which is not very good.

"Luo Xiulian in royal clothes is vermilion."

But when Lu Zhiwei read the second sentence, his face began to change slightly, which set off the sentence and brought out the image of the whole heroine. And the poet's faint and unpredictable pursuit of his sweetheart.

So Lu Zhiwei couldn't help but read on quickly:

"Who can make the bamboo beautiful? In a word, life and death are the same as Qing. Good poem! What a poem! In particular, the last sentence "a word of life and death with Qing Tong" is simply the finishing touch, which sublimates the realm and emotion of the whole poem. What's the title of the poem? By the way... The oath of alliance is so appropriate! That's right! But why is there no author? Which great ancient poet wrote this? I don't remember at all! No! I can't have never read such a good poem? "

After reading this "oath of alliance" in one breath, Lu Zhiwei shouted several good poems from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, there are several questions in my mind. The biggest question is the origin of this good poem.

"How's it going? Lao Lu, are you speechless this time? This poem is not only a poem you haven't seen, but also a rare good poem. "

Seeing Lu Zhiwei's surprise and doubt, old man Wang is very powerful this time.

"Good poem! It's really a good poem, but Lao Wang... This poem is a good poem. What are you proud of? You can't write such a good poem. I boast that this poem is good. What does it have to do with you. Is it difficult? Come over another day with Li Bai and Du Fu's poems. I say they are good poems. You should be happy to hop around for three days? "

Although Lu Zhiwei has never seen this good poem and is sorry for the cowhide he just blew, he has always been working against old man Wang. Seeing old man Wang so proud, he smiled and joked.

However, old man Wang became more proud. He raised the volume and tone of the oath of alliance and said complacently: "Li Bai and Du Fu's poem has nothing to do with me, but this poem really has something to do with my old Wang! Because this poem was written and given to me by the students in my class... "