One whole morning, on the campus of Zhian No. 1 Middle School, Lin Feng's song "Swearing" became popular among thousands of boys and girls. Especially the last sentence "A word of life and death is the same as you", which became a famous saying that boys talk about and girls remember in their hearts.

In the Chinese Language Group Office, Old Man Wang ran in with the lesson plan happily. Before he could even put down the lesson plan, he ran to the desk of another old Chinese language teacher Lu Zhiwei, and proudly placed his lesson plan record book in front of his desk.

"Old Wang! What are you doing? What are you nervous early in the morning?" Lu Zhiwei, who was lowering his head to prepare for the lesson plan for the next class, stared at him, was startled, and raised his head to question.

"What are you doing! Lao Lu, just asks you to help you read this poem and see how it feels?"

Old Man Wang deliberately suppressed the secret joy in his heart and pointed seriously at the song "Swearing" written by Lin Feng in the lesson plan book and said.

"Read poetry? What's so good about it! I'm still rushing to go to class!"

In the Chinese language group, Old Man Wang and Old Man Lu are the most unfavorable guys. They often quarrel and quarrel. Moreover, the classes they teach are all in the third grade of high school, so they are even more powerful and often use their Chinese grades in the class to compete with some top Chinese students.

"Look at it...just a seven-character ancient poem, look, and leave a comment."

Before Old Man Wang could point out who wrote this seven-character ancient style in advance, he spread the book out and asked Old Man Lu to comment.

When they heard the two of them yelling again, the other teachers in the Chinese language team also looked over, as if they were watching the fun, and wanted to see why these two old guys had a quarrel.

"Seven-character ancient style? Well, you Lao Wang, have you encountered the ancient poem titles brought by students and cannot be appreciated and analyzed, so you took them hypocritically and wanted me to show you?" Lu Zhiwei said with a smile on his face.

"Lao Lu, no matter what happens, you can read this poem first."

Old Man Wang said anxiously, "What do you have to say after reading it."

"Okay! I want to see which ancient poem that can stump you Lao Wang is. You must know that Lu Zhiwei has been loving classical Chinese, Tang and Song lyrics, and Lisau since I was a child. I have memorized it like a stream of me..." Lu Zhiwei proudly said.

"Come on! Lao Lu, don't brag first, read it first. I can guarantee that you have never seen this ancient poem." Old Man Wang gave him a blank look and said.

"How is it possible? Unless you are taking out a decisive poem that cannot even be promoted to the Great Hall of Elegance, otherwise, I, Lu Zhiwei, have read almost all classical ancient poems that are of some level in the past few decades. Even if I can't memorize them, I will definitely have an impression." Lu Zhiwei said unconvincedly.

"Then you read it! If you have seen this poem, I will be your grandson!"

Seeing that Lu Zhiwei was so confident, Old Man Wang was happy. This poem was written by Lin Feng just now. How could Lu Zhiwei have seen it before?

"Hmph! OK... Then you're waiting to be my grandson..."

Before the word "zi" was spoken, Lu Zhiwei, who looked down at this poem, was stunned. Then he frowned and muttered in his mouth: "It's strange! I really haven't seen this poem..."

"Haha! How about it? Lao Lu, I'll tell you! You must have never seen this poem before, okay... hurry up and see, how is the poem written? Give me an evaluation!" Old man Wang smiled and said with a smile when he saw that Lu Zhiwei's pride just now.

Other Chinese teachers in the office also stretched their heads over curiously, and they all were curious about what kind of ancient poems Old Man Wang had brought for Lu Zhiwei to read. After all, in the Chinese language group office, Teacher Lu was known as an ancient Chinese master, and there were almost no ancient Chinese and ancient poems he didn't know.

"Hmph! Lao Wang, don't be proud. Maybe you found this poem from some corner. I'll take a closer look..."

Just now, Lu Zhiwei just glanced over and did not look at the content of the poem seriously. He only felt that this poem was very unfamiliar. Now he has taken it seriously and read it carefully:

"The hidden feelings of clouds blowing fog are hard to plant!"

As I recited the first sentence, Lu Zhiwei's expression was quite normal. After all, the first sentence was just a simple way to use scenery to set off emotions. Many ancient poems use this method, which is not very good.

"Brother-in-law Luo showed off her lips and red."

But when Lu Zhiwei read the second sentence, his face began to change slightly, causing the contrast of this sentence to make the entire heroine appear, and the poet's faint and unattainable pursuit of his lover.

So, Lu Zhiwei couldn't help but continue reading quickly:

"Who can do the beauty outside the bamboo? A word of life and death is the same as you. A good poem! A good poem! Especially the last sentence 'A word of life and death is the same as you.' is simply the finishing touch, which sublimates the realm and emotions of the whole poem. What is the name of the poem? By the way... the oath is too appropriate! It's too appropriate! But why is there no author? This is the work of a great poet in ancient times? I have no impression at all! No! I can't have such a good poem that I have never read?"

After reading this song "Swearing" in one breath, Lu Zhiwei shouted several good poems in a row, all of which came from the heart. At the same time, several questions arose in his mind, and the biggest question was the source of this good poem.

"How is it? Lao Lu, you have nothing to say this time, right? Not only have you never seen this poem, but it is also a rare and good poem."

Seeing Lu Zhiwei's look surprised and puzzled, Old Man Wang is so majestic this time.

"Good poem! It's indeed a good poem, but Lao Wang... This poem is a good poem, what are you proud of? You can't write such a good poem. What I praise is that this poem has something to do with you. Could it be that you will come over with Li Bai and Du Fu's poem. I said it is a good poem, and you should be happy for three days?"

Although Lu Zhiwei had never seen this good poem, I'm sorry for the coquettish he just brags, he always did it against Old Man Wang. Seeing Old Man Wang look so proud, he laughed and made fun of him.
Chapter completed!