"Then I don't know Mr.
Xiang, what do you want" Ye Xiyao also knew that Mr.
Xiang didn't mean to embarrass himself.Otherwise, according to her temper, she would have turned around and left.Hearing this, Mr.
Xiang was slightly relieved.Then he stroked his beard and said, "It's not that the old man is embarrassing you, it's just that your poem is really perfunctory."
In this way, you can write another poem, write it now, and of course you don't need to paint" As a real literati, what Xiang asked Mr. for was a real splendid article.As for whether you paint or not, it doesn't matter.But as soon as he said this, Mr.
Xiang suddenly turned pale as if he remembered something.Then he shouted: "It's okay to wait, who knows if your girl will fool the old man like this again, the old man's proposition, what do you do" Ye Xiyao was speechless and said, "Please ask Mr. for a question." ”Mr.
Xiang was satisfied.After thinking about it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said: "You just write an essay on the topic of the old man, how" Ye Xiyao was stunned when she heard it, but Mr.
Wan next to her was directly dumbfounded.Mr. with you as the topic, you are now over half a hundred years old, you are an old man, with you as the topic, what to write about Suddenly, Mr.
Wan, who had no intention of making a noise, couldn't stand it.It was Ye Xiyao, who suddenly squinted her eyes, looked Mr.
Xiang up and down, and Mr.
Xiang was a little hairy when he was stared at by Ye Xiyao, and couldn't help but say: "You, what do you see me doing" "Mr.
Xiang, I really want my disciple to write an essay on the topic of Mr" "That, of course what, you can't do it" Ye Xiyao raised her eyebrows, and her cherry lips under the tulle moved instantly, but just about to exit, she swallowed it back raw.Forget it, don't talk about an old Ding head, otherwise, Mr.
Xiang will definitely be dizzy So at the moment, Ye Xiyao's eyes moved, thought about it slightly, and after a while, he directly picked up the pen and wrote on the paper: Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.This poem is a five-character quatrain written by Liu Zongyuan, one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties of the Chinese Kingdom.The original intention of the original poem was to use exquisite brushstrokes to outline a snowy scene of the river sky.And under this snowy scene, the fisherman is lonely and arrogant.In fact, when the author wrote this poem, it happened to be a political frustration and debasement.Therefore, the author also uses the image of the old man under the lonely cold snow scene to reflect his lofty and unyielding spirit, which can be called a swan song for the ages.But when this poem is applied to Mr.
Xiang, the taste has completely changed.The first two sentences of the lonely cold snow scene, exquisite, revealing a absolute, a extinguished, the last two sentences of the old man's image, although reflecting the high and unyielding, but under the vast snow scene, a person old man fishing by the river, hehe, not so much a lonely high, but rather a strange so this poem is set on Mr.
Xiang, on the one hand, it is to praise his dedication to literature and knowledge, and his high attitude.But on the other hand, he is also metaphorically saying that this old man is really finding fault with the strange words that can be replaced by Huaxia Guo, that is, the obvious middle school teaching director is a school exterminator, but this poem is too good.So as soon as Ye Xiyao put down the pen, let alone Mr.
Xiang, Mr.
Wan next to him suddenly straightened his eyes, and he forgot that he still had to invigilate, so he clapped his hands and laughed.And Mr.
Xiang's eyes are also shining, but when he takes a closer look, he suddenly makes his eyebrows fly oshow7t1706231537: