When I was five years old, I helped my mother do test papers live, and I became popular

"Did your son really write it?"

Ye Jiaying asked suspiciously.

No wonder she questioned it, mainly because five-year-old children can write such poems, which is too shocking.

"Yup!"

Lin Shiqing said proudly: "Everyone in the studio knows about it."

Ye Jiaying's breathing became heavier and her heart beat faster.

Could it be that this is a child prodigy?
King Luo Bin, an ancient scholar and scholar, wrote "Ode to the Goose" which has been praised through the ages at the age of seven.

And now this one, at the age of five, will complete "Climbing the High".

His future achievements will definitely not be inferior to that of King Luo Bin.

It must be cultivated well.

"Is your son in school?"

Ye Jiaying smiled and asked: "Are you interested in coming to Qingbei Primary School? Then I can accept him as a closed student and train him well in terms of literature."

"Qingbei Primary School!"

Lin Shiqing said in surprise.

You must know that the Qingbei Primary School is the best primary school in China, with strong teachers, and those who can enter the school are all young geniuses, and they will all be the pillars of the country in the future.

Not to mention becoming Ye Jiaying's closed disciple.

Ye Jiaying is a leading figure in the literary world. Although students are spread all over the country, there is no one who is a closed disciple so far.

To put it bluntly, becoming Ye Jiaying's disciple is quite a breakthrough in the literary world, n times more famous than that Liu Xinda.

"I have to ask my son about this."

Lin Shiqing didn't want to make a presumptuous claim, so she said it politely.

"Well!"

Ye Jiaying laughed, feeling that this girl was interesting, and said: "Don't worry, just discuss it slowly, and just give me an answer in a day."

"Ok!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Shiqing excitedly came to Ye Xiaotian's side and asked, "Xiaotian, do you want to go to Qingbei Primary School to study?"

"In no mood!"

Ye Xiaotian said without hesitation.

"why?"

Lin Shiqing asked in surprise.

"Because I'm a child prodigy, someone who wants to do great things, not just laughing and joking with a group of elementary school students all day long."

Ye Xiaotian said with a sad look in his eyes, as if he was overwhelmed by the cold.

Ye Xiaotian, who had studied at university in his previous life, naturally didn't want to go to elementary school anymore.

It's like, you just got into high school, but someone told you to go back to kindergarten.

Do you want to?

Willing to give a der!

Doesn't he smell good outside?

Touching Ye Xiaotian's forehead, Lin Shiqing sighed and said, "Okay, mom won't force you, if you want to take the college entrance examination, mom can ask Professor Ye, what can I do?"

mun~

With a wave on Lin Shiqing's face, Ye Xiaotian said: "Thank you, Mom!"

"hey-hey!"

Lin Shiqing chuckled, looking at Ye Xiaotian, she felt like a young child in my family, and said, "Come and teach mom how to do the problem. Mom can't even think of that problem."

"I always think that Yuexiong is brainless."

Ye Xiaotian shook his head, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Unexpectedly, the little Yuexiong also..."

Before she finished speaking, Lin Shiqing slapped her and said, "Little Tian, ​​are you itchy?"

The conversation between Lin Shiqing and Ye Jiaying was heard by the people in the live broadcast room.

[Ye Jiaying, an expert in the study of classical literature, is currently teaching at Qingbei University, and was named "2020 Moving Chinese Person"...]
[Kneeling, Grandma Ye is my father's teacher, just now when my father heard the voice, he staggered in fright and fell to the ground, haha...]
[Ye Lao actually wanted to invite Brother Tian to Qingbei Primary School, my God, I entrusted a lot of connections, but it's a pity that the dog's mud can't support the wall, so he was not admitted.By the way, my son Cici's No.1 school...]
[Brother Tian is about to take off]
[My giao, Brother Tian actually doesn't want to go, he wants to refuse, this world is too fucking fantasy]
[I don’t go to school, hey, it’s just for fun]
……

at the same time.

Qingbei University.

Ye Jiaying knocked Zhang Tingting on the head, and said bitterly: "Other people's children can compose poems at the age of five, but you are playing with mud at the age of five and frying cow dung at the age of ten, eh!"

Sticking out her tongue and making a face, Zhang Tingting ran away.

Picking up the phone, Ye Jiaying dialed a number and said, "Is it Tie Ning?"

"it's me."

Tie Ning asked, "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Ye?"

"The incomplete poem "Climbing the High" has been completed, and I am very satisfied after reading it."

Ye Jiaying stopped and smiled, trying to whet Tiening's appetite.

"Old Ye, tell me quickly!"

Tie Ning's heart beat quickened, and she hurriedly asked.

Although Tiening is the president of the Huaxia Writers Association, her poetry attainments are not as high as Ye Jiaying's, as the saying goes, she has a specialization in art.

Poems that can satisfy Mr. Ye must have high attainments.

"Boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in."

Ye Jiaying said leisurely.

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape screams and mourns, and the white bird flies back to Zhuqingsha."

"Boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in."

"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick."

"It's hard and bitter to hate the frosty temples, and the new wine glass stops when you're down and out."

Tie Ning read the poem once, a light flashed in his eyes, and asked, "Which great master wrote it up?"

"A five-year-old prodigy!"

Ye Jiaying said.

"It seems that a bright new star is about to rise in China's literary world."

Tienin said.

Ye Jiaying nodded.

……

Soon an article appeared on the scarf of the Huaxia Writers Association.

A great regret in the literary world disappeared, and the remaining poems in "Climbing the High" were completed.

The total length of the article is 500 words.

What is concentrated is the essence.

On the scarf of the Huaxia Writers Association, there are 120 million followers.

Most of them are writers and literature lovers.

They all know the residual poem "Climbing the High", and they have rewritten it, but it is not satisfactory, and it does not reach Du Fu's height at all.

Click into this article.

They don't start from the first line at first glance, but go straight to the end.

They were all shocked when they saw "the boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in".

This was well written.

Absolutely.

It's almost like what Du Fu wrote.

When did such a big shot appear in the literary world?

They start reading from the beginning of the article.

I didn't stop until I saw that it was written by a five-year-old child.

I stopped not because I didn't want to watch it anymore, but because my phone dropped.

Shock!

Pick up your phone and look again.

Ye Xiaotian.

This name has been remembered by thousands of writers and literature lovers.

The official account of the Huaxia Writers Association also posted this article.

On this day, there was a sensation in the literary world.

I was shocked when I saw the two lines of the poem "Boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling."

Especially those famous writers praised the seamless connection of these two lines of poems on the scarf, reaching the peak height, which is simply the ceiling in the supplementary writing.

Soon, this matter became a hot search.

#"Climbing the High" The remaining poems are completed