Back in high school, I attacked my rival

During the joint examination of the eight schools, in the first examination room, Jie Qingyang saw Li Zhuo.

Li Zhuo scored 515 last time in the test, and he was ranked 29th in the grade. It was the first time he broke through [-] points in high school and came to the first examination room of liberal arts.

The two still didn't say hello or speak, they were strangers than strangers.

"Please analyze the expressive skills and writing purpose of the poem."

What He Zhixiu said automatically rang in my ears, the purpose of writing poetry is to express the poet's thoughts and emotions, and that is why the author wrote this poem.Expression skill is how to write, how to write.Ancient poets often used pens to describe scenery and express emotions, so most of poetry appreciation uses scenery to express emotion, and there are images in the scenery, which are objective images with the will of the author.

He also gave a random example, the light in the room illuminates everything, but it can't shine into my heart.Lighting is originally an objectively existing object, but when it is integrated with the author's emotion, it becomes an image.

At that time, I laughed at him as non-mainstream. How to give such an example is too embarrassing.

Yes, it can't shine into his heart, but that lamp shines through him.

He Zhixiu, how could he lie to himself.

Jie Qingyang thought of that photo, his heart burned for no reason, and he asked the invigilator to go to the toilet.

He has a hundred reasons why he shouldn't be willful, but just one He Zhixiu can make people completely crazy.

He believed that the idiotic men and women in the world could die for love, humble themselves regardless of decency, and endure humiliation, this time he really believed it.

That is like a thorn growing in the heart, never ending.

Jie Qingyang came to the phone booth. He had a campus phone card at school, but he hadn't used it a few times.

Trembling, he pressed the hotly familiar number.

dialed out.

People hanging on the cliff, the tip of the knife, if they don't fall, they will not give up.

The call was connected quickly, but he had been holding it in his heart for too long. Once connected, he didn't know what to say for a while, he opened and closed his mouth, only breathing.

"Jie Qingyang?" It was still so tacit understanding, and the guess was right, and it was still such a pleasant voice, which made him tremble physically and mentally.

"Aren't you taking an exam, how do you make a phone call?"

Jie Qingyang closed his eyes and cried, "Don't you miss me?"

There was a slight laugh on the phone, "Think about it," Jie Qingyang almost roared, "Then why don't you call me or send me a message," "Don't dare."

"Why not? Did you find someone else?"

The phone was silent for a while, just when Jie Qingyang was about to lose his temper.

He Zhixiu seemed to put the phone to his mouth, the voice was so close, as if it was right next to his ear, it made him numb.

"I'll come to you right away."

"Where are you?" Jie Qingyang asked.

"I'll see you at the old place after you finish the exam."

Suddenly there was a shout from behind, "During the exam, why are you calling here!!!"

He grabbed Jie Qingyang by the neck and took him back to the examination room.

The old place, He Zhixiu said the old place, which old place is it?Jie Qingyang finished the Chinese test paper, and there were 10 minutes left. He kept thinking about this question, and when the bell rang, the mystery in his mind was also solved.

He knew what He Zhixiu was talking about.

After the exam in the afternoon, I asked Lao Zhao to ask for leave. Instead of spending every day in self-denial and doubt, it is better to take that step.

He believed in He Zhixiu, but at the same time he didn't believe in himself, he didn't believe that he had the charm to keep He Zhixiu's heart.

The sudden, sudden inferiority complex hurt him.

The math test could be finished half an hour before, but the last math question of the eight-school joint test was a little difficult. It took him 5 minutes longer to finish writing, and he didn't bother to check it, so he handed in the paper and left.

The invigilator was already used to it, and he was right anyway, so he didn't follow the formality and insisted on him staying in the examination room in a daze.

"Old Zhao, give me a leave of absence, I have to go back and check my body."

Zhao Deyou was inspecting the examination room, he pulled his face, "The exam is still in progress, have you finished?"

"It's done, don't worry, I will never embarrass you, the eight-school joint exam is nothing more than that, give me a leave of absence, I will come back to take the exam tomorrow."

"Speak nicely, don't be too big or small." Zhao Deyou took him to the office and took out the leave note from the drawer.

"Old class, the average score of our class will definitely improve this time, and you will definitely win the first place in the whole grade in a single subject, so that your teaching award will be softened."

"If you can't get it, I'll open your head." Zhao Deyou didn't see Jie Qingyang as happy as today for a long time, so he deliberately teased him.

"It's all right, it's all right." Jie Qingyang took the slip, and there was no one in sight.