Chapter 812 (1/2)
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?