Xia Hongjun was thinking about it, and he heard Zhao Xiaofang say, "Xia Hongjun, why don't you go up and try it and write a song?"

It turned out that Zhao Xiaofang saw him staring at the blackboard and was in a daze and wanted to tease him.

Looking at the other party's slightly mocking eyes, Xia Hongjun became a little angry.

You are a little girl, what is poetry?

We are literary youths!

So without saying a word, he picked up the chalk and climbed onto the stool.

"Ah? Are you really writing?" Zhao Xiaofang was a little surprised.

"Hey, Xia Hongjun, don't make a fool of yourself. It's embarrassing our Class 3 and 5. This time the blackboard newspaper will be evaluated!" The girl next to her reminded.

Xia Hongjun did not answer, picked up the chalk and wrote it.

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Come on all days, come on all days,

Let me weave you with the golden thread of youth,

Weave you with the necklace of happiness.

………….

It's a simple day, it's also a changeable day.

The vast world makes us very surprised.

Always cheerful, never indifferent,

Tears, laughter, deep thoughts, all for the first time

…………….

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The preface in "Long Live Youth" written by Wang Meng in the 1950s.

Xia Hongjun remembers that when he was young, he liked this poem very much. He was youthful, inspirational, and full of upward power.

He was quite proud after writing, but unexpectedly, the laughter came from below. The students in other classes also came over to point fingers after hearing the news. Even Meili stood behind, holding her chest with her hands and looking at Xia Hongjun, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Xia Hongjun felt inexplicably. Is this song not good enough?

"I said Xia Hongjun, are you embarrassed?" In the end, Zhao Xiaofang said: "I want to write it myself, what's your ability to copy writer Wang Mengda?"

The person is so lost!

Want to be original?

But...this seems to be a problem for me, right?

What you wrote is so excited, it’s like a chicken blood, I’ll have a peaceful life.

So, in the midst of ridicule, he calmly wiped the blackboard clean and started writing again.

See or not

You see, or you don't see me,

I'm right there,

Neither sad nor happy;

You chant, or don't chant me,

The love is there,

Don't come or go;

You love, or don't love me,

Love is there,

No increase or decrease;

You follow, or don't follow me,

My hand is in yours

Reluctant to give up;

Come to my arms,

or,

Let me live in your heart.

Silently, love each other;

Silence, joy......

The ridicule below stopped abruptly and was stunned. Everyone was a literary lover who didn't expect that this usually taciturn boy could write such a poem!

Something weird feels.

But no one dares to say it is not a good poem!

Meli also looked at all this with shock.

He can even write such poems!

"Zhao Xiaofang, stop work." Xia Hongjun jumped off the stool, patted the chalk gray on his hand and turned around and left.

"Hey..." Zhao Xiaofang looked at Xia Hongjun's back and shouted, "Holding a stool" to her lips but didn't say it.

"Is it really written by him?" The girl next to her seemed a little disbelief.

Before Zhao Xiaofang could answer, she heard a sneer on the side: "So what if he wrote it? Middle school students actually violated school rules and wrote love poems!"

Zhao Xiaofang turned her head and looked, not knowing when Zhang Qiang stood aside.

"It's broken!" Zhao Xiao reacted and quickly climbed up to wipe it off, but heard a majestic female voice coming from behind.

"stop!"

The sound was not loud, but it was like a bolt from the blue in Zhao Xiaofang's ears!

Mei Chaofeng is here!

Everyone immediately scattered, and only a few students from Class 3 and 5 of high school stood there obediently, lowering their heads and not daring to look at each other.

The one who came was a long, thin middle-aged female teacher in her fifties, wearing glasses and majestic eyes.

She is the school’s teaching director - Mei Chunhua, nicknamed "Plum Chaofeng"!

As the person in charge of the ideological and political work of students in charge of the school, she attaches great importance to propaganda and public opinion, and must not let the corrupt bourgeois thoughts erode students!

The blackboard newspaper is a very important public opinion position, so she came here to inspect it today, but she didn't expect to find a problem.

"Who wrote this?" Mei Chunhua pointed to the poem on the blackboard and asked Zhao Xiaofang.

Zhao Xiaofang hesitated for a moment and did not answer.

"It was written by Xia Hongjun from our class!" Zhang Qiang immediately exposed.

"Xia Hongjun?"

Mei Chunhua frowned slightly. She basically knew all the naughty students who were on the school, and it seemed that she did not have this Xia Hongjun.

The fish that escapes the net!

He actually wrote these poems with decadent bourgeois thoughts in school, and his problems were more serious than those who like to be troubled and ill!

Too unreasonable!

We need to rectify it well!

Plum Chunhua suddenly became excited.

She likes to focus on ideological and political work for students the most.

"This classmate, you did a good job! You should bravely report and expose this wrong idea and practice! Copy that poem to me."

"Okay, Director Mei." Zhang Qiang immediately picked up the paper and pen and lay on the bench to copy it.

hey-hey…….

Xia Hongjun, Xia Hongjun, although you love to show off?

Are you going to be unlucky?

Zhang Qiang was very proud.

Xia Hongjun had no idea that he was going to be in trouble. He returned to the classroom and packed his schoolbag, then went to the carport to ride the worn-out weighted flying pigeon bicycle out of the school gate.

The autumn is clear and the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Xia Hongjun breathed the refreshing air and saw that there was still some time before school was over, so he was preparing to ride a bicycle and experience this small town.
To be continued...