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Chapter 20 20. Qinyuan Spring Changsha
Although these students have not experienced the roasting of the melting pot of society, this is the purest feeling in their hearts, rather than the words that they feel in life when they are smoothed by reality.

Lu Wen waited until the applause stopped before saying, "You need to walk the road of life by yourself. As long as you don't take the wrong path and don't walk on the wrong path, the teacher will support you."

Lu Wen paused and looked at the young and energetic faces below, and said in a deep voice, "You are all my students, I hope your future journey will be smoother and smoother, don't waste your youth, today I will give you a song Poetry for you."

When the students below heard what Lu Wen said, they were also a little surprised. They didn't expect that the teacher still had poems today. Yesterday's poem seemed to be the poem written by the teacher himself. Today's poem may not be the same.

Lu Wen picked up the chalk and wrote on the blackboard, reading it aloud while writing.

Qinyuan Spring Changsha.

Independence in the cold autumn, Xiangjiang River goes north, and Juzizhoutou.

Look at Wanshan red all over, and the forests are all dyed;

The eagle hits the sky, the fish is shallow, and the tens of thousands of frosts are free.

怅寥 ,, ask the vast land, who is up and down?

Brought a hundred lovers to travel.Reminiscences of the past rosy years.

Just a young boy, Fenghua Zhengmao; book business gas, swaying Fang.

Pointing the country, enthusiastic writing, the dung soil was ten thousand households back then.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves stop the boat?

Lu Wen's handwriting is unusually smooth, fresh and elegant, and personable, fully expressing that momentum.

Following Lu Wen's handwriting and the sound of reciting, a group of students also entered the world described by Lu Wen again, this time feeling very clear, real, as if they were right in front of them.

Everyone saw the mountains in the distance, and the overlapping forests were dyed picturesquely; the autumn water full of the river was green and clear, and countless boats were scrambling to sail.Looking up, the eagle is flying high in the sky; looking down, the fish are swimming briskly in the river.Everything in the universe stretches freely and grows vigorously in autumn.

Faced with this vibrant world, some people are full of thoughts and can't help asking: Who is the real master of your destiny in the vast and boundless land?
The students seem to be the ones who face the world and ask, "Who lives ups and downs in the vast land?" The emotions that everyone has accumulated before are instantly aroused, like a volcanic eruption, that kind of momentum Flourish in the heart.

When Lu Wen used a deep, magnetic voice to point out the country and inspire the words, when the dung and soil were thousands of households, the fire in the hearts of all the students broke out completely. Their youth and their youth gave them infinite passion. and ideal.

When they woke up, Lu Wen had already left. The bell rang after school at noon did not wake them up, and Lu Wen did not wait on it. He wrote this poem handed down by the great founding man of the previous life to them. It is to see a flame burning in their hearts.

This poem of his just completely aroused all their passions, so that they could think about it carefully. It is much better to let them discuss at this time than to be guided by him. Discussions by themselves can arouse greater enthusiasm.

Just as Lu Wen thought, none of the students in their class wanted to leave school, and all of them participated in the discussion. The atmosphere was so warm that it was like a fire burning, burning the dreams in their hearts that had never been given up.

Among them, Qin Qing was the most excited. Standing on a chair, she spoke loudly to a classmate below, expressing her boundless passion.Even Jiang Yuning, who usually does not participate in the discussion with classmates, joined in. Everyone was expressing their own future and imagining working hard for it.

When Wang Nan returned home, his mood was not calmed down, his face was still flushed with excitement, as if he was sick.His parents were not very busy, and they ate lunch at home. Seeing his son like this, his father worried that he was sick, so he stretched out his hand to try it on his forehead and found it was hot, thinking he had a fever.

Father Wang immediately said, "Son, do you have a fever? Now let's go to the hospital quickly." He was about to leave.

Seeing his father like this, Wang Nan was moved in his heart. Although he and his father were often the same as friends, he was often moved by the inadvertently revealed love.

Wang Nan immediately stopped his father's movements and said, "Dad, I'm fine, I don't have a fever."

Father Wang said anxiously, "Why is your head so hot if you don't have a fever? Don't talk about it, hurry up." Wang Nan's mother also rushed over and wanted to go there together.

Wang Nan stopped his parents' movements dumbfounded, and said, "Dad, Mom, I'm fine. I really don't have a fever. I'm excited."

Father Wang saw that his son really didn't look like he was in trouble, and he let go of some anxiety in his heart. He felt sorry for the parents in the world. He didn't worry if something happened to them, but he worried when his own child had a little headache.

Father Wang also felt relieved, sat on the sofa, and said to his son, "Excited? Talk about a girlfriend, and the girlfriend agrees."

A black line appeared on Wang Nan's forehead. My own father was like this. He never cared about his studies. He even encouraged him to talk about girlfriends.

Wang Nan's mother also looked angrily at her former husband, how old he is, and still so indifferent.

Wang Nan looked at her parents and said, "Today our head teacher wrote us another poem, and I am now in a bad mood because of that poem, and now I have only one thought, that is, I want to study hard and work hard for my dream. "

The father of the king and the mother of the queen looked at each other and were puzzled. They knew the situation of their son better than anyone else. At best, they acted indifferently. At worst, they had no ambitions. When will this situation be the case? When he was in kindergarten, the teacher asked him about his ideal. He wanted to study hard every day when he returned home and said he wanted to be a doctor, but he hadn’t seen his children live like this since he was in elementary school.

Father Wang said to his child, "Show me what poem your homeroom teacher wrote again." He still remembered a poem he saw yesterday, which was indeed sobering, and he wrote another one today. Now I am a little curious. I didn't expect his child's class teacher to be so talented. He also met Lu Wen. He knew that he was a young man who had just graduated, but he was still a talented man before he arrived first.

Wang Nan's mobile phone was shown to his father. Wang's father first saw the elegant and handsome font, which seemed to be more youthful and exciting than yesterday's one, and blurted out "good word."

Seeing his father's appearance, Wang Nan jokingly said, "Dad, you still know how to appreciate calligraphy. I didn't see it."

Father Wang's face turned red, this was just his subconscious reaction, what kind of calligraphy would he appreciate, he just couldn't help saying it when he saw the word Lu Wen, but he couldn't lose his momentum in front of his son, he hummed and said, " There's more you don't know."

Seeing that the two were arguing again, the Queen Mother said, "Okay, let's see what's going on."

Father Wang heard his daughter-in-law talking, so he stopped arguing with his son and turned his gaze back to the phone.

As Father Wang read, the expressions of Wang Nan's parents slowly changed. Although they didn't hear Lu Wen's reading and writing at the scene, they still had some appreciation for poetry. They understood that This kind of heroic and unparalleled momentum, understand the princes and generals, would you rather be kind?ask.

Father Wang looked at his son with complicated eyes, and said, "You must cherish your teacher, this literary talent is simply... a literary star." Father Wang thought for a long time before he could hold back a word to describe Lu Wen.

After a pause, he continued, "If I had met such a teacher when I was in school, I would probably be famous by now, and I wouldn't be in this small place again."

The Queen Mother was instantly unhappy when she heard this, and said aggressively to the Wang Father, "What? You don't like me anymore, you despise me, don't you?" He blurted it out, at least calming down his wife's anger.

(End of this chapter)