After parting ways with Li Ziyu, He Yuzhu returned to her classroom.
Not long after, the bell rang outside.
The students, who had been a little restless due to the heavy snow, gradually quieted down and returned to their seats.
A moment later, footsteps came from the corridor.
Ms. Wenren walked into the classroom while the bell rang.
He placed the lesson plan on the table and called out softly,"Class.”
"Stand up!"
"Hello, teacher."
"Hello, students. Please take a seat."
With a smile on her face that made people happy, Ms. Wenren picked up the chalk, turned around, and wrote a big word on the blackboard-Snow.
"It's snowing, students.”
The students below cooperated."Yes, Teacher Wenren.”
Teacher Wenren smiled.
"When I woke up this morning, I suddenly realized that it was snowing at night.
"When I opened my eyes, it was already covered in silver. Teacher was very surprised.”
As she spoke, she walked down from the podium and walked to the window. She looked at the rustling snow outside the window.
"The scenery of the north. Thousands of miles of ice are frozen. Thousands of miles of snow are drifting…"
"
Snow has always been a scene that countless scholars have been writing about since ancient times.
"Back then, Grand Tutor Xie Hanxue gathered in the Heavenly Palace to discuss literature and righteousness with his children.
"Soon the snow began to fall, and the Duke said happily,'Where is the white snow?'"
He Yuzhu was familiar with this part. He had just reviewed it in history class not long ago. At that time, he was present, but no one could see him.
So, when he heard this, he subconsciously added,
"Can you simulate the difference between sprinkling salt in the air?"
Ms. Wenren paused, and the other students in the class were also slightly stunned.
Just as the group of people subconsciously looked at He Yuzhu, another female voice sounded in the classroom
.
"Swoosh!"
The group turned to An Xia again, and dozens of eyes darted back and forth between them.
"Roar ~"
It was unknown who started it, but the classroom was filled with cheers.
"Quiet, students, quiet.”
When everyone was done, Ms. Wenren knocked on the table, signaling for everyone to quiet down.
After the noise died down, she looked between He Yuzhu and An Xia with a smile in her eyes. Then she nodded.
"That's right. That's what the teacher wanted to say."
"Thank you for your cooperation, He Yuzhu and Anxia.
"But this time, He Yuzhu was 'suppressed' by Anxia.”
After making a small joke, Ms. Wenren continued,"I've said so much, but I only have one meaning:
" For today's essay class, please write an essay on snow.
"The style is not limited, and the topic is self-made.”
After a pause, he remembered the poem that He Yuzhu had written last week. It was complete yet incomplete. He added,
"Please make sure that the article is complete. There must be a beginning, a turn, a turn, and a combination. It's best to use techniques such as metaphor, exaggeration, and personification.
"Alright, students, start writing.”
After she finished speaking, she subconsciously glanced at He Yuzhu and thought to herself,"This time, you can't deal with it, right?
Little did they know that the additional rules that were targeted at He Yuzhu had already caused a wave of wailing in the hearts of the students.
"With snow as the topic, there are no restrictions on the style.'
'There must be a beginning, a turn, and a close, and there must be a metaphor, exaggeration, and personification?'
'This restriction is specially added to me, right?'
He came to a conclusion with self-awareness. After sorting out Teacher Wenren's requirements, He Yuzhu had already thought of what to write.
He tore off a piece of paper, pulled out a fountain pen, and wrote a line of cursive on the paper.
At this moment, Teacher Wenren also strolled behind He Yuzhu and saw that He Yuzhu was writing seriously.
She nodded to herself and was about to turn around to leave when she saw that He Yuzhu had already stopped writing.
"He Yuzhu, why did you stop?”
He Yuzhu put away her pen and looked up."I'm done."”
"You're done?"
Ms. Wenren picked up He Yuzhu's letter, her mouth still full of disbelief."This time, Ms. Wenren has added a requirement. The essay must have a beginning, a beginning, a beginning…"
Before she could finish her sentence, she was stunned.
On He Yuzhu's letter was a poem.
"This is…Qing Ping Le?”
With Teacher Wenren's knowledge, he could naturally recognize the name of this poem.
This was the content…
The painting hall woke up in the morning and came to report the snowflakes falling.
The high curtain cage looks at the auspicious signs, and the white color is far away from the courtyard.
In the air, the light leads to the smoke of the furnace, and the white grass grows in the cold jade pendant.
It should be a drunk celestial being who crushed the white clouds.
For scholars, it was not difficult to understand the content of the word.
In her eyes, this poem was naturally a good one.
It was the kind of song that she would never be able to write in her entire life.
Especially the last two lines,'It should be a heavenly immortal who is drunk and crushes the white clouds.'
It was even a good sentence in the entire poem, directly making the entire poem sublimate.
However...
"It should be a celestial being who is madly drunk, crushing the white clouds.
"I finally know why you were able to write that kind of Li Bai.”
After reading these two sentences, Teacher Wenren looked at He Yuzhu and said softly,"That's right, Student He Yuzhu…Wasn't this a little too petty?”
"Hmm?"
He Yuzhu was stunned, not understanding what she was talking about.
However, when he saw the strange expression on Ms. Wenren's face and thought about the answers in class today, he finally reacted.
Am I that kind of petty person?
He Yuzhu shook his head speechlessly."Explain",
"When I opened my eyes this morning, my sister shouted outside that it was snowing. She asked me to come out and take a look."
"I opened the curtains and saw that it was covered in silver outside. My sister and junior sister were having fun in the snow.
The two of them had a snowball fight.
"I didn't have much to do, so I played with them for a while.
"Then, all the children and adults in the courtyard were attracted over.
"At that time, I had the idea of this poem under the heavy snow..."
After listening to He Yuzhu's description, Ms. Wenren thought about the words and events and found that they fit the situation perfectly.
She knew that she had overthought it and had forced her to smile embarrassedly."I'm sorry. Teacher misunderstood."”
"It's fine." He Yuzhu shook his head, magnanimously indicating that he didn't mind.
Ms. Wenren took He Yuzhu's essay and went back to the podium to read it over and over again.
This kind of behavior and conversation naturally aroused the curiosity of many students.
After class, Mr. Wenren went out. A group of people surrounded He Yuzhu and asked him what he had written.
Naturally, Teacher Wenren also went to ask about it.
Unsurprisingly, He Yuzhu's words were once again spread by the students who got the answer.
During lunch, Li Ziyu even teased him about this matter,
"It should be a heavenly immortal who is drunk and breaks the white clouds."
"Well written, Hero He.
"However, no one seems to call you Hero He anymore.”
"Oh?"
There was such a good thing?
He Yuzhu's interest was piqued."Then what do they call me?”
"They called you…" Li Ziyu blinked his eyes lightly and said with a look of ridicule,"You petty hero He.”
He Yuzhu was speechless.
What the f * ck was this?
He wasn't even a hero.
Is this considered a victim of my reputation?
Of course... Although the word "cooperation" between He Yuzhu and An Xia had spread during the class, it was still a fact.
However, along with all of this, the 'background' of He Yuzhu's poem also spread.
So...
'Petty' was just a harmless joke.
No one really thought that he was unhappy that his "sprinkling salt in the air" had been outdone by An Xia's "fluttering willow leaves".
That's why he said,'It should be a heavenly immortal who's drunk, crushing the white clouds.'
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