The four treasures of the study are also ready to work together.

Wang Zhou walked to the table again and picked up his pen.

""old age"!"

The two words jumped out on the page and finalized the title of this poem.

The students in the classroom and the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but take a breath when they saw these two words, and they all understood that this was exactly what Kang Borui mentioned.

That is to say, if Kang Borui spoke, if anyone else spoke, Wang Zhou would probably go around him directly.

How could Wang Zhou give them such kindness? After all, he was here to start classes today, not to write poems, poems, or poems according to the requirements of the students in the live broadcast room and classroom...

Although Wang Zhou believes that he can write non-stop, non-stop... But for Wang Zhou, these cannot be produced in large quantities. They must be few but precise. Only in this way can netizens feel the value of his works better.

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"This song "Old Age" is dedicated to my teacher, Professor Kang, and my wife, Professor Zheng. I hope they are in good health!"

Wang Zhou spoke slowly. He did not say any gorgeous blessing words, but only used the most ordinary good health to express Wang Zhou's blessings to them.

In fact, at their age, 'good health' is their biggest expectation.

Cornbury smiled.

Zheng Junmei, who was at the Art Institute, also smiled happily when she looked at Wang Zhou in the live broadcast room.

For Kang Borui and Zheng Junmei, they have truly regarded Wang Zhou and Xu Qingzhu as their children. Both Wang Zhou and Xu Qingzhu can feel this. This is why Wang Zhou and Xu Qingzhu

Qingzhu will respond to Kang Borui and Zheng Junmei's requests.

"In our old age, we sit in the courtyard, listening to the sound of rain as the clouds roll in and out, and we admire the shadow of the moon under the dense stars..."

Wang Zhou couldn't stop writing at all, and wrote four sentences in one breath.

The audience in the live broadcast room and the students in the classroom all read along with Wang Zhou's pen.

The audience in the live broadcast room can read loudly through the screen, but the students in the classroom are trying their best to restrain themselves. They dare not speak out in class. After all, in a large classroom with hundreds of people, everyone can make even a small noise.

The sound will also converge into a loud sound, which is likely to affect Wang Zhou's calligraphy level.

Wang Zhou dipped in ink.

"When you talk about the past, I paint about the past. I hope that there will be time to look back and grow old together with deep affection."

Wang Zhou's pen moves like a dragon and a snake, without any pause at all. It is like a spring of ideas and thoughts, and he completes the poem in one go.

"May there be time to look back and grow old together with deep affection!"

At this moment, the students in the classroom, as well as the professors and school leaders next to them, couldn't help but read out loud. They could no longer control their actions rationally with their emotions, so they read out loud uncontrollably.

The voice became louder and louder, and he was chanting it over and over again. It was obvious that these two sentences resonated with them.

The group of elderly professors and school leaders can all feel the charm of these two poems, which resonates supremely in their hearts.

And that group of young people also conceived an artistic conception in their minds, and that artistic conception is that when they are old, they will sit quietly in the courtyard with their wives, chatting together, and recalling the past. This is really beautiful.

Wang Zhou was able to perfectly present these artistic conceptions in a single poem.

"This artistic conception is really beautiful."

"Wang Zhou is not only talented, but at such a young age, he can actually understand the hearts of our elderly people. It is really not easy."

"Teacher Wang Zhou has a bright future. He will become the most dazzling star in the literary world in the future!"

"In the past, I always felt that the founder Li had a very high opinion of Wang Zhou, even a little too much. But now it seems that Li Yuntai, who is still the Taishan Beidou in the history of literature, can see clearly that he is worthy of being a super boss. At this moment

Li Yuntai's image is taller and taller."

"Having the honor of being able to watch Teacher Wang Zhou compose poems live is an opportunity that I can brag about for half my life."

"I'm really looking forward to Teacher Wang Zhou's open class today."

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Audiences across the Internet and students in the classroom are all interacting and communicating here.

Wang Zhou didn't say any more nonsense, just signed the payment, took out his seal, and stamped it.

Wang Zhou also wrote a paragraph as a gift to Professor Kang Borui and Professor Zheng Junmei.

"I wish my teacher and my wife good health and a long life."

Wang Zhou's writing is very simple and concise, allowing people to know what Wang Zhou is talking about at a glance. This is also Wang Zhou's literacy in the field of literature.
Chapter completed!