What should I do if it catches fire before I debut?

""Facing the Ocean, Spring and Blossom"?"

"The title of this poem is interesting."

Lao He, Lao Zhu, and Principal Sun came forward and looked down.

"Be a happy man from tomorrow on."

"Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world."

……

"This... is such a simple and unpretentious dream."

"In just a few words, I almost want to chop firewood now, but the horse... I don't have a horse, alas, I feel uncomfortable."

"The artistic conception... What a special artistic conception."

Principal Sun murmured that he graduated from the Chinese Department of the university, and the first sight made him look uplifted.

And behind.

"Starting tomorrow, care about food and vegetables."

"I have a house, facing the sea, spring is warm and flowers are blooming!"

When I saw this sentence.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, their eyes fixed on the last sentence.

Lao He suddenly became excited.

Old Zhu's eyes widened.

Principal Sun's mind flickered.

He instantly thought of a scene.

He stood in the house facing the sea, turned his head and looked out.

He saw the endless, blue sea.

Seagulls fly over the sea, and in the forest by the sea, flowers bloom in spring.

It is a good time in life!

Chapter 75 The 1.9-meter-long Man Like an Iron Tower

"This feeling……"

"Fantastic."

Principal Sun felt like falling into a dream.

later.

"Starting tomorrow, write a letter to each of your loved ones.

Tell them about my happiness.

That happy lightning told me.

I will tell everyone. "

……

Seeing this sentence, the first thing Principal Sun thought of was his parents who were far away.

In order to be able to support him in studying, his parents worked year after year in the crop field, facing the loess and back to the sky.

He works hard every day, and is so tired that he can't straighten his back. The purpose is to enable him to study, to have great prospects in the future, to be able to succeed, to be happy and happy.

Now, Principal Sun has made some achievements and proposed to bring his parents to the city, but both of them were rejected by the two old people.

They just said that they have been in the countryside for the rest of their lives, and when they get used to it, their children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Now that their parents are old, they only want to see their son happy, and never thought of being a burden to him.

That year, in front of the adobe house in the countryside, the hunchbacked old father was smoking dry tobacco, with a big yellow dog lying beside him, guarding the east entrance of the village, waiting for the children who were far away from school to write letters. When the postman entered the village , you can get the letter as soon as possible, and then go to the home of the old teacher at the west entrance of the village and ask him to read the letter.

The scene after scene.

At this moment, it suddenly became vivid and clear in Principal Sun's mind.

His eye sockets turned red all of a sudden.

communication.

Principal Sun looked at these two words and was speechless for a long time.

"This era has long begun to make phone calls, but letters will always be the lingering memory of our generation."

Old Zhu on the side took a deep breath, and when he saw those two words, he felt a lot of emotion in his heart: "I still remember that year, I had a pen pal named 'Mu Yao'."

"What a wonderful name that is."

"Every letter sent from Mu Yao's hands is full of delicate words like a trickle of water. Every stroke is full of beauty, like a work of art."

"I don't know how many times, in the middle of the night, facing the words on the letters, I fell into the ebb and flow of ebb and flow."

Lao Zhu was emotionally moved, his eyes were full of reminiscences, and then he remembered the years when he was young and could not tell others.

"and then?"

Hearing what he said, Lao He on the side asked, "This Mu Yao, did you finally meet?"

He was a little excited all of a sudden.

Poets who like poetry have a romantic atmosphere in their bones.

Things like this when they were pen pals and got together in the end often became a good story.

Even if there is no good story.

What happens is something that people talk about.

"And then...then we met, in my freshman year of college."

Lao Zhu withdrew his thoughts and took a deep breath.

"We met? And then? Who is Muyao? Is she pretty? Where is she from? Could it be your current wife?"

Old He asked.

Principal Sun and Gu Chunbo also looked at Lao Zhu at the same time, with anticipation in their eyes.

"When I stood in front of him, I unconsciously felt my own smallness and helplessness."

Lao Zhu's face was painful, as if after many years, he still couldn't forget the emotions brought about by that day.

The past that had been silent for many years seemed to rush out of his mind all of a sudden.

"Is she too beautiful?"

"Is she too good?"

"I see! Could it be that she's already married as a woman, so you think it's impossible?"

The three of them said something to each other, and all looked at Lao Zhu eagerly.

Old Zhu shook his head.

"Mu Yao..."

"He is a 1.9-meter-high man like an iron tower."

"I've never seen such a tall man. The moment I met, my whole body seemed to see a tall mountain in front of me."

"You said why some men are so bad. They are obviously such men, but they have to be named by such a motherly name as Mu Yao. Isn't this harmful, harmful!"

Old Zhu looked sad.

Gu Chunbo coughed.

Old He turned his head away.

Principal Sun sniffled.

All three were holding back a bit of laughter.

But when the eyes of the few people looked at the poem on the table again, their respective expressions couldn't help but change again.

"Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I also bless you.

Wish you a bright future.

May your lover finally get married.

May you find happiness in this world.

I just want to face the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. "

……

"Name the mountains and rivers, and bless strangers. The following few sentences are a little detached from the simplicity of the previous two paragraphs, and become grand and grand!"

"The style of the whole poem is very unusual. It is based on the most basic sense of happiness of human beings, and then wants to give back this sense of happiness to everyone!"

"The beauty of this kind of artistic conception has never been seen before. This poem is absolutely amazing! Absolutely!"

The three of them praised repeatedly, and the excitement in their eyes couldn't be shaken away no matter what.

"Old Gu, where did you get this poem?" Old He asked first.

"Yeah, I saw that you were still worrying about not having any good poems before, why did you change your poem now?" Old Zhu beside him was also puzzled.

This thing of modern poetry.

Well written, of course, is good.

If the writing is not good, it immediately becomes vernacular.

The main thing is the taste.

But now many so-called poets are simply nonsense.

The poem in front of me, by comparison, is enough to put all modern poems directly underfoot!

"Hey, you may not believe it if you tell me, but this poem was written by a student."

When Gu Chunbo saw several people looking over, his face immediately revealed a look of satisfaction.

Although not his guidance.

However, he was the one who discovered it.

"student?"

Principal Sun's heart moved, and his face became agitated: "Mr. Gu, could it be written by the students of our school?"

"This poem will definitely win a prize in the modern poetry competition! I think the first prize of the provincial modern poetry competition has already been decided!"

"Which student in which class wrote it? You tell me, I will...no tomorrow! I will call him now and make sure this matter is settled!"

Principal Sun couldn't help but clenched his fist.

This competition is extremely important to Xiacheng No. [-] Middle School.

In fact, it is not only for Xiacheng No. [-] Middle School, but also for other middle schools in the whole province.

The most important thing is that this competition has been recognized by the Huaxia Poetry Association, and the excellent poems in the future can be compiled into books.

This kind of honor is not always available!

Chapter 76 A Phone Call From Xia City

"That's one of the reasons why I came here with you."

Gu Chunbo sat there and knocked on the table: "I showed you the poem, it must be an award, not only the award, but also the first prize!"

"This is the honor, now in front of you."

"But here comes the problem. The student who wrote the poem is not from our school."

Gu Chunbo said something.