majestic tiger

Chapter 170
Old Mrs. Shen was very satisfied with his answer: "It's great if you can think clearly, go ahead, and teach Ding a little lesson first."

"Yes, then the grandson will not bother the grandfather to retire."

Old Mrs. Shen waved his hand, Shen Weixuan bowed his body, stepped back a few steps, turned around and stepped out of the threshold when he was almost at the door.

After going out, he let out a long breath, and Shen Weixuan decided to go out to meet his friends from the Jeweler's Association for a while, and quickly finish the matter that his grandfather asked him to do.So he walked towards the gate, his black clothes melted into the gradually closing twilight, and soon disappeared.

The next day, when the sky was bright, Yunxia turned over and got up.

As usual, he ran and punched. The speed of running in the small yard became faster and faster, and the number of laps became more and more.The sound of the wind whistling in her ears, and her steady breathing, the smile rippled like water waves on Yunxia's face, soft and shining.

Eating well every day, exercising well, coupled with the conditioning pills prepared by the teacher's mother, my little body will naturally become stronger and stronger.

She enjoyed the morning breeze, the chirping birds, and the mellow summer air, feeling extremely comfortable.

The Cuju game after school in the afternoon also made her look forward to it, and she was full of joy and joy.After this period of intensive practice, the overall level of the members of the Feihong Club has improved, their morale has never been higher, and there is great hope for another success.

After breakfast, Yunxia took Yunxiao and set off.When the siblings turned to Yunzhong's courtyard, Yunzhong was already waiting at the gate of the courtyard.

After stroking his head, Yunxia praised him again, and the three siblings rushed to the school.

Mr. continues to talk about poetry today.

The poems of Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Wang Wei and other poets have been covered, all of which have been explained in detail by Mr. recently.After finishing the rest of today's lecture, the students began to read and recite along with the teacher.

Good rain knows the season, when spring is here……

...... The lingering butterfly dances from time to time, and the free-spirited oriole sings.

To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jiating, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose house's new swallows peck at the spring mud...

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old.At sunrise, the river flowers are more red than fire, and in spring, the river water is as green as blue.Can you not remember Jiangnan?

... Poor night of the third day of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

... The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stones flow upwards.The bamboo noise returns to Huannu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat...

……

Cyclists want to ask the side, and the country goes to Juyan.

Zheng Peng left Hansai and returned to Hu Tian.

The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river falls into the sun.

Every time Xiao Guan rides, he is protected by Yan Ran.

……

Feeling unwell, Xiang Wan drove to Guyuan.The sunset is infinitely good, but it is almost dusk.

……

These famous poems and lines were read out neatly by the teenagers, and it was like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate in the ears, which made people intoxicated.

She subconsciously glanced at Yunhui, only to see that Yunhui was also reciting seriously, with a faint smile on her face and a rare gentle expression.

This is probably the magic of poetry.Yunxia remembers seeing it in a book, which probably said that the poems are organized with concise and lyrical language, which breaks the way of feeling in daily life and can rescue people from the numb state of real life.

To make the poor and the humble easy to settle down, and to live in seclusion and boredom, there is no more poetry.

Yunxia thinks this is indeed the case, just like the current school, like a small world full of poetry and ink, sitting here, ethereal and calm, with no other distracting thoughts in her mind.

After the students finished reading, the teacher told everyone to go back and review the memorization, and then began to give the students a topic to practice.

The subject of Mr. Chan is chanting things.Randomly select the things to write poems, and let the students describe them in verses. They can learn from the poems of their predecessors, or create their own. One or a few sentences are optional, and finally the most suitable and appropriate verses will be selected to win.

The purpose of this is to enable students to master the tricks of writing poems, guide them to understand the charm of poems, and inspire them to create good poems.

After listening to the teacher's explanation of the practice of chanting objects, the enthusiasm of the students was fully mobilized, and each of them showed a look of expectation on their faces.

Among them, Yun Hui is the most important, this is her strong point, she thinks that besides Ju Lian, she should be the one who recites the most poems in the school, hehehe, maybe she should take the second place in the future, maybe she can win the championship in the toad palace Woolen cloth.

Dead Yunxia, ​​you can only watch me being praised by my teacher and envied by my classmates.Thinking of this, the corners of Yun Hui's mouth could not help but rise in a big arc, and a little fox-like smile appeared on her face again.

Although Yunxia didn't want to see Yunhui, she just sat beside her and made a lot of noise, making it impossible for Yunxia not to pay attention.How could Yunxia not know her little thoughts?
I'm too lazy to talk to her, let the facts speak for themselves, and then just watch her jokes to relieve my anger.

The thing to chant first is appointed by Mr.The gentleman raised his eyes and looked out of the window. He walked to the window, turned his back to the students, looked at the big tree, and saw a corner of Hang'er's green shirt again.

If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to find Hang'er. In order to hide, this child has been wearing green robes recently.There was a slight smile on Mr. Qing's clear face, Hang'er was really honest and conscientious to the point of being strict with himself.In fact, he can go back at this moment. It is really not easy for this child to stay on the tree.
Passing over the tree where Hang'er was hiding, the plum tree in the corner came into my husband's eyes. If there is one, let's sing the plum tree.

"Let's take plum blossoms as the theme." The gentleman announced loudly.

As soon as the words fell, Yun Hui hurriedly stood up and saluted, expressing that she had already gained something.

The gentleman nodded and said, "Okay, Yun Hui, let's talk first."

"Students think "Zaomei" written by Zhang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, is very wonderful." Then Yun Hui recited it fluently.

A tree of cold plums and white jade strips is far away from the village road and near the bridge.I don't know that the near water splashes first, and it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow.

"That's right, who's coming next?" The gentleman asked with a smile.

Yun Hui immediately went on to say: "Sir, the students still have a lot of poems, Cui Daorong's: Counting the calyx with snow at the beginning, it is difficult to draw a picture alone. Make last year's flowers."

"Yun Hui can recite a lot of poems, which is why he can pick them up so easily. This is the reason why the teacher asks you to recite and recite more." The master praised Yun Hui, and once again reminded the students how to learn poetry.

Satisfied, Yun Hui glanced sideways at Yun Xia, and was about to open her mouth again, but Ju Lian stood up and interrupted her.

Looking at it like this, if she didn't stop Yun Hui, she might occupy her and prevent other students from talking about it, so she did her part and stepped forward.

Seeing Ju Lian standing up, Yun Hui reluctantly sat down.Naturally, there was a burst of resentment towards Ju Lian in my heart, and I had to curse a few words before giving up.Forget it, you will run out of poems later, so it's not too late for me to say it.

Yunxia next to her didn't move, she just sat upright, thinking about which novel poem would be appropriate to use.But Yunhui mistook her for stage fright, so the corners of her mouth curled up in disdain.

　Thank you for your support to Ruyi, I wish you all the best in the new week!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)