Chapter 43

It's no wonder that the examiners just now have to argue and are reluctant to draw conclusions. I'm afraid I didn't expect that such a magnificent picture is actually made by Shen Miao of straw bag.

"Student Shen Miao, come up and talk about how to make this picture."

Every student who gets a "first class" must tell his understanding of winning the first prize. However, the reason why she asked Shen Miao to write a painting today is naturally that people do not believe that she can make this painting, for fear that it is from where she heard the idea.

Shen Qing smiles and whispers to one side of Yi Pei LAN: "this is going to show the stuffing."

"But isn't this really what she painted?" Yi Pei LAN some doubts: "just now we have all seen, she is her own pen and stroke."

"The skill of painting is not outstanding. The meaning of painting is, who knows if someone is directing." Shen Qing disdainfully looked at Shen Miao, who was walking toward the stage: "I have lived with her for so many years, and I don't know what she will do. Now master Zhong asked her to tell her the reason for painting. I don't think she can tell. I'm afraid she will lose her face again. "

Yi Peilan also laughed when she heard the speech: "I said it. There is no saying that she has become a talented woman so soon. I'm afraid it's to attract the one. "Her eyes are ambiguous and she sweeps to the king Ding Wang in the men's table." Shen Miao has worked hard for him with the guidance of an expert. "

Shen Qing's face was stiff and stiff. He repressed his unhappiness in his heart and said, "let's have a look."

On the stage, Shen Miao looks at the unfolded scroll quietly. She slowly stretched out her hand and stroked the painting in the eyes of the people.

"The reason for this painting is that my father has said that every year, many heroic children are buried in the battlefield, and their bodies fall into yellow sand. However, they had a long way to go, so they could only be buried on the battlefield. At that time, there were no chrysanthemums in the northwest desert and the grassland in Northern Xinjiang. Chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the warm south and in the bustling Dingjing, where they sing and dance well and have no worries about food and clothing, but at the cost of the lives of border officers and soldiers. "

The voice of discussion gradually stopped, and people's eyes focused on the girl in purple.

Her eyes were calm and she told a story: "my father once said that the soldiers who died in the war could not even have a handful of white chrysanthemums after their sacrifice. The battlefield will not be in full bloom, and the officers and soldiers have not even experienced complete mourning. On the white chrysanthemum, they can only wear white chrysanthemum

"I think the reason why you can enjoy chrysanthemum here peacefully is that there are brave boys at the border. On the yellow soil, they can't draw any soul on the yellow soil

Standing in the wind, the girl's eyes are clear, but her words are loud, as if only her words are clear and pleasant in the world, but they are like the drums in the morning and the evening, beating your hearts.

Shen Miao looks down slightly.

The Tian family of the Ming and Qi dynasties did not want to deal with the aristocratic family, but the Shen family? But the world is so big that people can see and hear. The mouth of defending people is better than defending Sichuan. It is better to attack first. Since Tianjia wants to take the general's office, she will let people all over the world have a look.

Look, Shen family's hard work, Shen family's life garrisons the walls of Ming and Qi dynasties. Now you noble sons and daughters are all solid ice built by the sword and flesh in the battlefield!

With the blood of the generals and soldiers, the royal family of Ming and Qi dare to suppress it with great fanfare?

If you dare, don't be afraid of people's eyes!

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