"This is still Teacher Kong's argument, otherwise Director Mei will punish you! Xia Hongjun, don't violate school discipline in the future, okay? You are already a senior high school student and are facing the college entrance examination. You have to think about your future, do you understand?" At the end of the statement, Liu Aiyun said earnestly again.

"I know."

"Then you go, go back to the classroom and write a review quickly, be sincere!"

"Um……"

Now that things have come to this point, he knows that nothing is useful, so it is better to accept it.

Xia Hongjun was just about to leave and was stopped by Liu Aiyun, and his tone was relieved a lot: "Xia Hongjun, don't carry any burden, study hard. In the eyes of the teacher, you are still an obedient and good student, do you know?"

"Thank you, teacher." Xia Hongjun bowed to Liu Aiyun and walked out.

Although Liu Aiyun's words sounded a little naive, Xia Hongjun was a little moved. He knew that although Liu Aiyun didn't say it, she was under a lot of pressure as the head teacher in this matter, but instead of scolding herself, she comforted her.

From this point of view, he is a good teacher.

It's just that plum blossom...

Too hateful!

Just such a trivial matter, I'm going to be punished?

Isn't this to death?

Xia Hongjun felt so hatred... he wished he could go up and slap the old woman a few big mouths!

But he knew it was impossible.

Unless you really don't want to stay in school.

What's more, he learned from his previous memories that the Mei family where Mei Chaochunhua is located is very powerful in the county town.

I endure...

Xia Hongjun stood on the steps, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm his emotions. After all, he was no longer a seventeen-year-old boy.

He was calmer. He did not enter the classroom but walked towards the office of the Chinese teaching and research group. He wanted to meet Teacher Kong.

Teacher Kong, nicknamed Kong Laosan, is the head teacher of the liberal arts class of Class 7 of Grade 3. He also teaches the Chinese language of Xia Hongjun. In his memory, he is a very interesting person. In addition to winter, he wears a pair of black cloth shoes all year round. Those who like Zhihu when teaching classical Chinese also have the flavor of ancient literati. The students privately gave him a nickname called Kong Laos.

Teacher Kong was not angry when he heard this, but instead laughed: I dare not be as famous as Saint Kong. I am ranked third at home, just call me Kong Laosan. So Kong Laosan's nickname spread.

He likes this teacher who is slightly different in school, even though he is so soul-stirring through him, let alone that he has helped him a lot, so he must express his gratitude.

He did not rush to knock on the door when he arrived at the Chinese language teaching and research room, but lay on the window and looked at it. It happened that Kong Qingquan was the only one who was correcting his homework.

Opportunity! Xia Hongjun knocked on the door immediately.

Seeing that it was Xia Hongjun coming in, Kong Qingquan put down his pen and looked up at him: "You have something to do?"

"Teacher Kong, thank you very much." Xia Hongjun was very respectful.

"Teacher Liu has talked to you?"

"Um….."

"Then you will review it tomorrow, but don't worry, you can correct your mistakes when you know them. It's great to be good." Kong Qingquan comforted him for a few words, and suddenly changed his tone: "Actually, your poem is very well written. It says love on the surface, but it reflects a philosophy of life and a kind of Zen flavor."

sharp!

I could see the Zen flavor contained in it all at once.

The reason why this short poem is misrepresented is that the famous living Buddha poet Tsangyang Gyatso wrote the faint Zen meaning that cannot be removed in the poem!

In fact, the real author is called Tashiram Duoduo's contemporary female poet, and she is also a Han girl.

"Thank you for your comments," Xia Hongjun replied.

"But you posted the wrong place. Writing such a good poem on the blackboard newspaper is a waste! Why don't you contribute to the poetry magazine directly?!" Qingquan, who said, said with a faint reproachful tone.

Sorry, teacher, I just came over and my head was a little unsophisticated...

Xia Hongjun muttered in his heart but was very modest: "I'm afraid that I'm not writing well, so it's embarrassing."

"Shame? Are you still embarrassed? Can those literary youths who dream of writers still live?"

Kong Qingquan was both angry and amused when he heard this: "Xia Hongjun, modesty is a virtue, but being too modesty means showing off!"

The teachers criticized this, no, praise themselves, what else does Xia Hongjun say? He can only nod.

"This is the address of Yanjing's "Poetry Magazine", you can send it directly." Kong Qingquan took out a piece of paper, Long Feifengwu wrote a line of words, and handed it to Xia Hongjun,

"Thank you, teacher." Xia Hongjun hurriedly took it over.

The Poetry Magazine is very awesome in the domestic poetry world, and has successively published representative works of famous poets such as Gu Cheng, Haizi, and Xichuan.

"If you write any poems in the future, don't show it randomly. Let me see them first. If it's appropriate, send them directly to the poetry magazine! It's better to publish them in poetry magazines than you wrote them in blackboard newspapers and was caught on stage for review, right?" At the end of his speech, Kong Qingquan showed a playful expression on his face.

Teacher, can’t you pick up any pot without opening it?

Xia Hongjun remembered the review in front of all the teachers and students tomorrow morning, and suddenly remembered the scene of being criticized in the TV series, and couldn't help but tremble.

"Okay, go back to the classroom." Kong Qingquan waved his hand and issued the order to expel him: "Work hard, write more if you can write more. Remember, if you write, you must show me first!"

Xia Hongjun did not move.

"There is something else?" Kong Qingquan frowned.

"Teacher, I still have a few poems, and I want to send them to "Poetry Magazine" together," said Xia Hongjun.

How many songs? Together?

Kong Qingquan suddenly smiled when he looked at Xia Hongjun.

This kid really treats himself as a poet!

Do you think it is so easy to publish in "Poetry Magazine"?

However, as a teacher, he must not say such sarcastic words from students. He just said lightly: "Okay, write it and I'll take a look."

Xia Hongjun did not hesitate, picked up the paper and pen on the desk and started writing.

I don't think about it,

Whether it can be successful,

Since you have chosen the distance,

Just care about the wind and rain.

I don't think about it,

Can you win love?

Since I love roses,

Just bravely express your sincerity.

I don't think about it,

Will there be cold wind and rain coming from behind...

Wang Guozhen's "Love Life"

Wang Guozhen was a very famous poet in the 1990s. Many people born in the 1970s and 1980s copied his poems in their diary. His poems were simple, fluent and natural, sincere and full of inspiration.

Sure enough, Kong Qingquan nodded frequently after seeing it.

"Not bad, very inspiring and inspiring, very suitable for middle school students to read aloud. If the middle section "winning love" is removed, it can be written on the school blackboard newspaper."

Hello, teacher, are you praising me or hurting me?

Listed on the school's blackboard newspaper?

I want to publish it in the Poetry Magazine!

However, Wang Guozhen's poems are easy to understand, which is his advantage and his shortcomings. Compared with the current popular Beidao and Gu Cheng's hazy poems, it seems to be too vernacular, lacking enough depth and social criticality.

It's true that I'm not qualified enough.
Chapter completed!