Chapter 131

The whole scene was quiet, and the host stood on the stage in consternation.

He wanted to send Shen Lingrong down after President Xu's comments, but how could he feel that there was something in each other's words?

That is to say, he was stunned. Then Xu Jiamao spoke again.

"Encouragement is a good way to educate children, but blindly encouragement ignores reality, that is to deceive children and ruin their lives. It is an indisputable fact that the economy in Northeast China is underdeveloped and the education level in mountainous areas is very backward.

Of course, we can't blame the children. We can only say that one side of the soil and water supports the other side of the people. Poor teachers teach ignorant students. If this little girl can be a great poet in other places, isn't it?

Today, so many children are here. We can't instill wrong ideas into them. We should set a correct example. Compere, I suggest that we should let these children see what kind of level the good students outside the mountains are, which is conducive to their growth, and this is the real significance of education.

Leader, do you think what I said is right

Xu Jiamao told the host, but in the end he gave his voice to the leader of the Ministry of education who was sitting in front of him.

How do you ask the host to answer?

If he spoke first, it would be to steal the limelight of the leader!

When Xu Jiamao handed the microphone to the front, the big leader of the Ministry of education was also a little stunned.

Well, what about the literati's poems to praise the landscape?

How did you bring the topic to education?

What do you want the leaders to say?

To say, no, to say, there's no need to set a correct example. Isn't that bullshit.

"Well, what president Xu said is very profound. The education gap between children in mountainous areas and those in other places is an unavoidable problem. To give children a better education, but also to set more examples worthy of learning. But now, where can I find such an example here for a while? "

"Leader, the child beside me is a good student with excellent character and learning in the capital. Let her write a poem for you to praise the snow in Northeast China. In this way, children can know who to learn from. "

While speaking, Xu Jiamao stood up and led a teenage girl to the leadership seat.

The camera lens has been facing this side, and the leader is still speaking with a microphone.

Xu Jiamao firmly believes that the TV station will never cut the scene of his niece appearing in the same frame as the leader of the Ministry of education.

At that time, if this lens is taken out, which high school in Beijing dare not accept their own children.

His goal has been achieved!

At this time, Xiao Jun is frowning.

After listening and watching for a long time, he finally understood the purpose of the vice president.

Together, you have been talking nonsense for a long time, just to let your children step on my children.

Is there any mistake?

Also said that let your child also write a poem, compare.

There's nothing to compare. At first glance, it's the poem you wrote for children. It's definitely better than the poem of Lingrong.

Damn, you are all from the capital, and you are still fighting with the children in the mountains. Is it interesting?

Xiao Jun is infuriated. Not far from him, teacher Wu and the headmaster are also infuriated and their eyes are red.

We admit that the education level in the mountain area is not as good as that in the city, but we have not misled our children.

Outside, which one of us is not an advanced educator.

No child here is worse than the one in the city.

They are very angry, but they can't change the leader on the rostrum. They have agreed to Xu Jiamao's request.

Then, the girl was led to the podium and stood beside Shen Lingrong.

Two children who are about the same age, one lives in the mountains and has been plagued by illness for a long time, and the other lives in the capital city. The image contrast is obvious all of a sudden.

Shen Lingrong was completely reduced to a supporting role.

The girl Xu Jiamao led didn't look at Shen Lingrong. When the host asked her to read her poem with a smile, she took out a piece of paper and read it.

"A piece of snow, a piece of flowers, children reach out to grasp. I can only feel the coolness in my heart, but I can't see the white clouds or him. "

As Xiao Jun thought, this poem was really written by Xu Jiamao for his niece.

Xu Jiamao has tried his best to make the poem look like it was written by a middle school student, and the first two sentences have indeed achieved this effect.

But the last two sentences, especially the sentence "no white clouds, no him", are obviously expressing a kind of missing feeling that you can't see your lover. How can this be the artistic conception that a little girl can write.

Xiao Junqi didn't know what to say. He raised his hand and waved to Shen Lingrong, who appeared to be wronged on the rostrum. Then he pointed to his nose.The meaning is obvious.

Didn't I write you a poem too? I'll read it later!

When Xiao Jun did this, the whole scene was silent.

this is as like as two peas Shen Lingrong's poems. But this time the silence lasted for a long time. The host waited for a long time, and didn't wait for the applause.

Why, no applause?

Because the person who took the lead in clapping is angry at the moment.

The children under the stage can't tell whether they are good or bad. They only know that when they come, the teacher says, the teacher claps, and they clap.

Xu Jiamao's "poor teacher" offended all the people's teachers in this school. Who would applaud those who just scolded themselves?

The venue was quiet and strange. It was only after a long time that people reacted.

Tang Jingwen, sitting in the corner of the rostrum, was the first to clap his hands and shout "good"!

Tang Jingwen is now the vice president of the Jiangdong poetry and Painting Association, and the poet is a relative of the vice president of the National Poetry and Painting Association. If he doesn't say anything, he may lose his position when he goes back.

With his lead, the people on the rostrum also recovered and raised their hands to applaud.

However, there was still silence under the stage, which made the scene very funny.

Now, the vice president Xu couldn't hang on his face.

Looking back at the staff, he asked for a microphone, stood up and asked aloud, "children, why don't you clap? Isn't this poem good just now?"

As soon as he asked this question, the students below began to chatter. The child closest to the rostrum should be the one who is not shy of birth.

No one taught him, so he stood up and yelled, "I don't know if it's good. I knew that I couldn't understand her poems. I can understand Shen Lingrong's poems. "

As the child's voice fell, the principal of the school suddenly reached out and clapped, followed by teacher Wu, and then the whole school applauded.

The child was so frightened that he sat down on the chair.

On the stage, Xu Jiamao had a gloomy face.

Well, you don't applaud a poem I've worked hard to write.

What are you doing with me when you clap your hands?

Yes, the mind of the headmaster and teacher Wu is to fight against him.

In the thunderous applause, the host finally realized that something was wrong.

It's a TV event. We can't get any bad results.

As soon as he thought about this, he quickly said, "Wow, I didn't expect to see two good students who love poetry so much today. Thank you for your speech. Let's welcome them back with warm applause... "

"Wait!"

Before the host finished, Xu Jiamao interrupted him.

"Compere, it's all children who come on stage to read poems. The leader has commented just now. Now this one should have the same treatment. Leader, please say something about our children in Beijing. Colleagues, let's comment on the poem just now. "

It has to be said that vice president Xu has made great efforts for his children.

I don't want any face, just to let the children show their faces more.

The people on the rostrum also understood his thoughts.

Anyway, it's not a big deal. Just talk about it. It's a gift.

A group of people praised each other in turn, but just now they said all the praise to Shen Lingrong. At this time, it's really a bit of racking their brains to praise another child.

The development of the situation was relatively peaceful, but when it was Tang Jingwen's turn to speak, his style suddenly changed.

He praised Xu Jiamao's niece, but after that, he turned to Shen Lingrong.

"Shen Lingrong, in fact, all the teachers here just wanted to encourage you, but actually your poem has no artistic color. In poetry writing, you should learn from this classmate and take her as your example. Ignorance is not terrible, what is terrible is ignorance. It's good for you to remember me

It's the word "ignorance" again. It's also the ostentatious connotation of "ignorance", which makes those teachers angry.

Shen Lingrong on the stage is about to shed tears when she is wronged. Why did she praise her well just now? As soon as the girl next to her came up, it was different?

The poems she read are better than mine, but as soon as she hears them, she knows that she didn't write them herself.

Isn't it a poem? I have a good one here.

The little girl pursed her lips, and no matter who she was, she yelled on the spot, "why should I learn from her. I have a learning goal, I have my idol. I have a poem here that is definitely better than her one. I'll read it to you now! "

With that, Shen Lingrong picked up his speech, looked at a poem in the blank and read it aloud."Chant the snow!"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Well

Before the second sentence was finished, Shen Lingrong could not help but stop.

What is this.

Brother Xiao Jun is perfunctory to me!

On the other hand, those poets and scholars who heard the preceding sentence and a half couldn't help laughing.

Is this reading poetry or counting?

With a smile, Xu Jiamao said in a low voice, "my child, you are rebellious at your age. I know how you feel, but don't let people see jokes here any more. "

The guy was laughing, but suddenly there was a roar.

"Rong Rong, don't worry about that old guy. Read that poem out loud

All of a sudden, they were shocked by the sound. Unconsciously, they turned to see Xiao Jun sitting on the donkey cart, holding both arms and looking straight ahead.

"Rong Rong, read!"