Chapter 20

Fang Yan left the textbook in the first volume of senior one Chinese on the desk and asked, "what do you want to learn?"

The students looked at each other.

Can you choose this kind of thing by yourself?

Don't you have to learn what the teacher teaches you?

Fang Yan understood their thoughts and said with a smile, "well, each of you can find one of your favorite articles from the textbook, and the one that has been named the most. Let's learn that one today --"

"teacher, I like" farewell to Kangqiao "--"

"I like" Qinyuanchun "--"

"King Jingke, this domineering --"

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Fang Yan motioned for everyone to be quiet and said: "many people like" farewell to Cambridge ". Let's learn Xu Zhimo's famous poem today. Since we want to learn "no more Cambridge", let's go to Cambridge First to find a feeling. "

"Teacher, Cambridge is in Cambridge, England." Everyone laughs. Is this teacher unreasonable? Dozens of people run to Kangqiao just to learn a text?

"It turns out that you all know Cambridge University in England, which proves that you have a certain understanding of this article." Fang Yan was very satisfied with the students' response. "But we don't have Kangqiao, but we have Queqiao."

Queqiao is a bridge in the campus of Zhuque middle school. It is built on the quehe River and connects the two sides of the quehe river.

Every time after class or after school in the afternoon, the bridge is full of people. There are also some little lovers who like to talk and love each other, so many people like to change the name of Queqiao to "magpie bridge".

The autumn wind blows on my face, and the sun is warm.

Willows are drooping and waving. Once in a while, some fish jumped out of the water, drew a beautiful arc in the water, and soon fell into the shallow water again.

The lotus has already withered, and the lotus leaves have become yellow and dilapidated. During the class time, the quehe river is peaceful and quiet, and has a lonely air.

The students stood on the bird bridge, happy and surprised.

"Teacher, what are you bringing us here for?"

"Come to class." Fang Yan said. "Today we stand on the bird bridge to learn the poem" farewell to Kangqiao. "

"Don't tease the teacher. How can I learn?"

"That is, there are no desks and chairs, and there is no way to take notes --"

"we don't need to take notes." Fang Yan said with a smile. "I want you to keep it in your head."

Huang Haoran, the representative of Chinese class, heard everyone shouting loudly: "everyone is quiet, now is the class time - since Mr. Fang brought us out, there must be his reason. Don't you have any confidence in each other's teachers? "

The first day I met Fang Yan, I was frustrated, but Huang Haoran didn't hate Fang Yan, but he became a strong supporter.

Moreover, after the event, Lu Chaoge sent people to call Huang Haoran to the office to inquire about the process of the conflict between Fang Yan and Zheng Guodong, Li Yang and Chen Tao. Huang Haoran was not intimidated by Chen Dahai, but frankly told the situation at that time, and expressed his dissatisfaction with Zheng Guodong and other students.

This is also the reason why Lu Chaoge knew that Fang Yan was wronged and stood up for him at the meeting.

Fang Yan is not surprised by Huang Haoran's change of attitude. Who doesn't pursue idols and heroes?

"I am beautiful and strong." This is Fang Yan's self orientation. Maybe it's biased, but - he firmly believes so.

Fang Yan scanned the surrounding environment and said, "everyone, wait."

Then he ran quickly across the bridge.

More than ten minutes later, Fang Yan disappeared, but saw a ebony boat coming from the quehe river.

"It's baldness." Cried one of the students.

Baldness is the school's security guard. Because his hair is sparse, only a few stick to his position. The students simply ignore his precious hair and call it "baldness". As time goes by, the name of the bald man is getting louder and louder, and he can only follow it.

The security guard is responsible for patrolling and fishing.

Because there is a bird River in Zhuque middle school, and students like to play on the river or bird bridge, so they often have their belongings falling into the river. Although the river is not deep, there is no harm to students, but students can not be allowed to dive and salvage.

At this time, the bald man would row the second-hand wooden boat purchased by the school from outside, and pick up the fallen objects with hooks or in person.

It's time for class. There are no people around. No one should drop anything. How did the bald man get out of the boat?

When the wooden boat approached, we found that Fang Yan, their Chinese teacher, was standing beside the bald man.

"Gently I left, just as I came here gently --" the clear and beautiful voice suddenly sounded in the center of the quehe River, and the students' eyes were immediately attracted to the past.

"It's teacher Fang Yan."

"Teacher Fang Yan is reciting" farewell to Kangqiao. ""Wow, it's so stylish --"

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"I waved gently to make another cloud in the West --" Fang Yan waved to the west, with natural and affectionate posture.

"The golden willow by the river is the bride in the setting sun. The bright shadow in the wave light rippled in my heart -- "

all the students' eyes were shifted to the willow beside the quehe river. For the first time, they found that the ordinary willow trees were so charming.

They have a life in a moment, let people want to cherish it, protect it. Name it and respect it.

"I am willing to be a weed in the gentle waves of Kanghe river." Fang Yan squatted down and fished a handful of weeds at the bottom of the river and put them in his nose to smell.

The noisy voice stopped, the bird bridge was silent, and everyone was brought into the poetic and picturesque atmosphere.

Isn't that handsome young man in Zhongshan suit, the bookish man with weeds in his hand, the famous poet who just came back from Kangqiao?

"The pool under Yumeng is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky. Crumble in the floating algae, precipitate a rainbow like dream

"Dream seeking? Hold a long pole, to the greener grass. Loaded with a boat of starlight, sing in the splendor of starlight. "

Fang Yan's voice is more powerful and passionate.

The expression of the students became more and more serious. Many of them clenched their fists.

"But I can't sing. I can't sing quietly. Summer insects are silent for me, silence is the Cambridge tonight

Fang Yan's voice became low, as if to leave his closest lover.

The students on the bridge were affected by the atmosphere, depressed and wet.

"Quietly I left, just as I came quietly. I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud away - "

Fang Yan waved to the students on the bank, and the ebony boat passed through the hole of the Queqiao bridge and was out of the students' sight.

They were dead on the spot, full of love and poetry flying between their chests.

PS: honey, there is no shortage of red tickets