"Listen to the question."

Gu Mingyang spoke like a bell, and his voice penetrated people's hearts. Lin Youyin and Zhuo Fan instantly dissipated all their distracting thoughts.

A second-grade grandmaster, with his power and intimidation, can crush the spirit of ordinary people in an instant.

It couldn't be easier to clear your mind.

Before the two of them could think about it, Gu Mingyang said clearly every word: "This quiz is very simple, just two words, farewell.

If I resign as principal this year, what poems will you two give me as a gift?"

farewell?

With the theme of farewell, let them write poems on the spot.

After finishing the question, Gu Mingyang didn't say another word, sat down on the wooden wicker chair, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of tea.

After taking a sip, don't rush into your stomach and let the aroma of the tea melt in your mouth.

Taste, fineness.

Zhuo Fan's mind started working quickly to bid farewell to the theme. Is this theme difficult?

It is not difficult at all. Throughout the ages, whether it is modern poetry or ancient poetry, there are many poems that express the feeling of parting.

But there are not many classics left.

He, extraordinary, is still confident of writing a poem on the spot.

The key is, is it written well or not?

Although Gu Mingyang is a second-grade martial artist and has no talent, it does not mean that he has no literary heart. Gu Mingyang can definitely tell the quality of a poem at a glance.

Zhuo Fan did not dare to treat him casually. He supported his head on his arms and walked around thinking.

When Lin Youyin heard Gu Mingyang's question, she didn't notice anything. Then something that her elders had discussed suddenly came to mind.

Principal Gu has a good friend from the Jincheng military who is about to be transferred. He is a civil and military master. At a banquet, Principal Gu promised to write a farewell poem to emulate the civil and military masters.

There is nothing wrong with this matter in itself, the problem is that Gu Mingyang is not a literary master, but a martial arts master.

In other words, Gu Mingyang was not good at writing poetry and was not talented enough.

The two things are inexplicably connected.

Lin Youyin inevitably had an idea.

The test is fake

Principal Gu, are you trying to deceive me about your poems?

Impossible. Principal Gu is also a second-grade master. It is impossible to lie to them about his poems.

Thinking about it from another direction, the literary and military master might not be impressed by the poems they wrote.

Lin Youyin shook off the messy thoughts. A few minutes had passed, and she quickly calmed down before she could stir up her thoughts.

In the sea of ​​qi, I can draw a farewell picture,

Thousands of words came to my mind.

The silence speaks.

Time passed by, and neither Lin Youyin nor Zhuo Fan was in a hurry to write.

When writers write poems, especially in this kind of situation, farewell poems that focus on longing, the most important thing is to be able to be in the mood of farewell.

About ten minutes later, Zhuo Fan took the lead in writing.

Zhuo Fan circulated his vitality, condensed it on his pen, formed a strong cyclone, and began to write.

What he wants to write is an ancient poem.

Not long after, an ancient poem appeared on the paper and was completed in one go.

After the poem is completed, the vitality lingers and lingers for a long time.

"Is the poem finished?" Before Gu Mingyang saw the poem, he noticed the quality of the poem from the energy surrounding the surface of the paper.

Definitely a masterpiece.

"Principal Gu, the students have finished writing." Zhuo Fan handed his handwritten farewell poem to Gu Mingyang.

Gu Mingyang took the farewell poem from Zhuo Fan with both hands, his expression solemn.

Even though he is not a writer, Gu Mingyang loves poetry more than most writers.

What's more, it's a good poem.

"This poem is not bad." After a moment, Gu Mingyang cherished the words as if they were golden.

What Zhuo Fan wrote is a seven-note poem with fifty-six words in total. The whole article reveals a deep feeling of farewell, especially the last two sentences: A distant visitor is so sentimental that it is difficult to meet the host, and he will not hesitate to miss Xijiang thousands of feet away.

A heroic and heroic feeling arose spontaneously.

Not bad, really good!

"It's a pity that this poem will not be gold-medaled if it is written down. It is not a golden sentence." Gu Mingyang secretly sighed. If it is not a golden sentence, he will not be able to win the first prize in the palace examination.

Poems are divided into ordinary poems, fine lines, and golden lines.

On top of the golden sentences, there are also quatrains and poems handed down from ancient times.

Although this farewell poem is good and has really good lines, it has no gold medal and cannot become a golden line. Whether it can win the first prize in the palace examination or not, there are many variables.

At this moment, Lin Youyin also started to write.

I could see the energy surging around her body, being restrained, and gathering towards the top of her head, as if a farewell picture was vaguely sketched out.

"This" Zhuo Fan was shocked, so he was able to simulate a farewell picture and place blessing on Lin Youyin's head.

Lin Youyin, however, was completely undecided. She just felt that her best friend was about to leave. Sadness overflowed from her chest. She started writing without stopping, and the emotions in her heart poured out.

Buzz…

When the poem is completed, the pen is closed, and a faint golden light emerges along with the poem.

"This is a golden sentence!" Zhuo Fan was shocked and shocked. His pen lit up with golden light, and the golden sentence spilled over the paper.

If you look closely, you will see that although there is golden light flowing on the paper, it has never spilled out of the paper.

Not a golden sentence!

Before Lin Youyin could hand it over, Gu Mingyang had already snatched the paper from Lin Youyin's hand.

"Good poem, good poem!"

Gu Mingyang was silent at first, then praised him repeatedly and said two good poems in one breath.

Judging from Gu Mingyang's expression and admiration.

Before he saw the poem, Zhuo Fan knew that he had already lost to Lin Youyin. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little frustrated. Although men and women were equal in modern society, it was still difficult for Zhuo Fan to lose to girls in the field of talent that he was most proud of.

accept.

"It's a pity that this poem is not a golden sentence, just a little less." Gu Mingyang was happy but also regretful.

Just a little bit, Lin Youyin composed a golden sentence.

Lin Youyin poured out all her feelings of farewell in her heart. She didn't come back to her senses until she stopped writing the poem and saw the golden light that was about to jump out of the page. She also didn't expect that this temporary performance turned out to be so good.

"Lin Youyin, Zhuo Fan, I am very satisfied with your performance.

It doesn’t matter if I didn’t make the golden sentence this time. If it were so easy to make the golden sentence, everyone could become a master in civil and military affairs.”

Gu Mingyang carefully collected their poems and praised them. He did not praise Lin Youyin alone, although judging from the quality of the poems, Lin Youyin's poem was obviously higher than Zhuo Fan's.

But both Lin Youyin and Zhuo Fan did very well.

A poem that rings gold is so rare.

Gu Mingyang is already very satisfied with the work the two submitted today.

Dong dong dong...

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Come in."

After the words fell, the office door opened, and Hai Dafu and Qin Mo walked in one after another.

"Lin Youyin, Zhuo Fan, are you there too?" Hai Dafu nodded to the two of them, and then directly explained his purpose to Gu Mingyang: "Principal, a student from our Class 4 wants to register for the liberal arts exam.
Chapter completed!