Chapter 535

As soon as he said this, everyone immediately looked at him.

This is a little fat man. He is mellow and his clothes are thick. He is more mellow. Seeing that everyone is staring at him, he puts down his hand a little embarrassed: "master, you said that doggerel is OK, as long as you can make it, you can count it!"

Chen nodded: "yes, it would be better if you could add even tones and rhymes."

Little fat man left and right to see, in the end, or want to play with the snow mind has the upper hand, closed his eyes to read out his masterpiece: "the sky is snowing, like salt, if it is really salt, it is not money!"

So much for a silence.

Although the students didn't write poems themselves, they learned from Chen Fu Zi for such a long time, and they also had the basic ability of appreciation. These four lines of vernacular can also be called poems?!

Chen Fu Zi was almost choked by this work, but he didn't mention pingze first, and some people didn't care about the content. At some point, he pressed a few rhymes, which was not good for nothing.

Chen Fu Zi comforted himself a little. When he first learned to write poetry, he didn't have any accumulation of life experience. In such a short time, he could squeeze out four sentences. Apart from other things, this student was also in a hurry.

So in order to encourage other students, Chen Fu Zi let the student pass and asked him to play.

Little fat man cheered, immediately ran into the snow, and experienced to find a corner to squat down, began to rub the snowball.

He set an example, and soon another student forced out a few poems and was let out to play by Chen Fu Zi.

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer people left, the more anxious they are, the more blank their brain becomes. They are crammed with poems by several students, and they can't remember anything.

Finally, only he and Lu Ming remained in the school, and the rest of the students had been snowballing in the yard for a long time.

An Chang was so anxious that he asked Lu Ming quietly, "have you ever made a poem? Please remind me that we are left now. It's a shame that we can't make a poem."

Now that he's writing poetry, he doesn't want to go out to play with snow. He just doesn't want to be a backward student.

Lu Ming is calm: "I want to think about it again."

An Chang said anxiously, "if you think about it again, the snow outside will be ruined by them!"

Lu Ming was urged by him, so he had to say, "I already have a poem, but you haven't thought about it, have you? If I read out the poem, you'll be the only one left in it. "

On hearing this, an Chang suddenly felt reasonable: "then you'd better wait. We are good friends. You can't sneak away behind my back!"

An Chang's head was sweating. He didn't know the string was right, so he said to Mr. Chen: "master, I want to do it, too!"

Chen Fu Zi is also curious about the two students who stay in the last place. They both study well and have a solid foundation. He has passed so many vernacular Doggerels just now. There's no reason why these two students can't even squeeze out sentences of this level?

Is it really holding a strong force in brewing a good sentence?

Under the gaze of Chen Fu Zi, an Chang became more nervous. Before his mouth opened, he got stuck. But they all said that there was a poem, so he had to read: "it's a vast expanse of white. It's bright in the room. I knew there was snow in the night, and I had a snowball fight in the middle of the night!"

As soon as Chen Fu Zi heard this, he reluctantly fell on the rhyme. He passed and waved to let him out.

An Chang is loyal. If he stays with Lu Ming, he must wait for him to write a poem and go out to play together.

Although Lu Ming still despised his poor writing, he thought that he was still looking forward to going out to have a snowball fight, so he had to hand in his homework: "the sky is full of white catkins, the earth is not visible, and it's a good omen for a good harvest."

Although Chen Fuzi's rhymes are not well pressed, there are still some new ideas in the structure. The main reason is that these children are too young to write poems beyond this level.

"You've done a good job, too. Go out and play for a while. When you're done with the snow, you'll come back to class."

On hearing this, an Chang quickly pulls Lu Ming and runs out.

Chen Fu Zi stood at the door to see the students covered with residual snow by flying snowballs. He didn't say anything. He turned around and planned to move more charcoal pots. Otherwise, when he went back to school later, he would have to catch a cold.

Until the snow disaster in the yard was almost over, the students didn't need Chen to urge them to come back and sit down.

By this time, the charcoal pot had been burning in the room for a while, and the whole school was warm.

In the previous fight, many students had snowflakes falling into their collars, which had been melted by their body temperature. They didn't realize it when they were playing. They would sit down and start to get cold. It was the right time for the charcoal pot to light.

Chen Fu Zi saw that they were all honest. I'm afraid we can't finish the lecture today according to our usual plan. We should just follow the previous words and continue to talk about writing poems for them.

Although the examination only tests the classics and righteousness, when it comes to the examination of scholars, it is necessary to test poems besides the classics and righteousness. Therefore, if you write poems badly, it will certainly affect your grades.

It's a little early to teach them this, but it's not impossible. Just adjust your mind.

This is the first time that the whole class has taken the same course. There is a complete silence in the whole school. We listen carefully while we are fresh.

In order to have fun, I tried to squeeze out some sentences that were not qualified to say doggerel, but the students all knew what level it was. At this time, I listened to Chen Fu Zi's explanation carefully, and compared with my previous works, I didn't mention the content. Many of those who thought they rhymed were not rhymed.

Chen is good at writing poems, but instead of using his own poems, he chose some examples of his predecessors' Snow poems. In order to avoid the students' misunderstanding, he chose some simple scenery poems.

After a class, the snow on the students was almost dry. Chen worried that the snow would melt in the afternoon and it would be difficult to pass, so he simply let them go home ahead of time. Today, he didn't assign any homework, just told them to think about the feeling of composing poems.

An Chang was very speechless, and quietly said to Lu Ming, "can you still feel it when you write poetry? Did you feel it when you wrote a poem? "

Lu Ming shakes his head. His feeling just now is the same as when he usually writes articles. There is no difference.

An Chang said: "my only feeling is like squatting in the toilet. I'm anxious and can't hold it out. The more anxious I am, the more I can't hold it out."

Lu Ming immediately moved his body away from him. What kind of metaphor is this? Is it disgusting?

... but think about it, it's kind of like that.

Lu Ming returned home in advance, because it was not time for him to go to school. Shi Xiaorui asked him strangely, "why did you come back so early today?"