Chapter 107: Over 600 characters, have you really memorized them?
Chapter 107: More than 600 words, have you really memorized it?
A high school classroom.
This happens to be the first class at 8 a.m. on Monday.
The Chinese teacher was in the classroom, spitting with passion and reciting the text on the course material.
Most of the students in the audience were listless and just wanted to sleep.
Some people were crazy about finishing their homework last night, some were killing everyone in the game last night, some were busy shopping last night...
Everyone suffers from Monday syndrome.
One word to describe it is, tired.
One of the girls sitting in the middle and back row put her Chinese textbook up and buried her head in it.
At this moment, I was quietly discussing with my deskmate.
"Hey, did you look up at Tiantian yesterday?"
The deskmate next to her also imitated her, pretending to be listening attentively, but at this time she was already answering in a low voice.
"Look, Wu Bai is so handsome, and his pipa performance is so melodious. It has completely overturned my previous impression of poetry!"
These words touched the heart of the girl Wang Tingting.
She herself also accidentally clicked on Tian Tian Xiang's program. When she saw that the guest was the recently popular top student Wu Bai, she clicked in out of dissatisfaction among her peers.
g, I’ll just watch it for three minutes and then leave.
Unexpectedly, after ten minutes, she would be unable to get out after entering at this point.
Seeing Wu Bai singing the song Pipa Xing in a soft and shallow voice, she was stunned.
The poem "Pipa Play" is clearly a preview assignment assigned by the Chinese teacher last week. It is written exactly on page 67 of the high school compulsory course two textbook.
Although she brought Chinese language books home, it was clear that the zipper of her schoolbag was not even opened.
At the moment when she was listening to the song, Wang Tingting felt that as Wu Bai's singing flowed, she seemed to see a woman playing the pipa, talking about her past life.
Is this the beauty of poetry?
Why had she never found out before?!
After the show ended, Wang Tingting still couldn't let go of the song Pipa Xing.
She searched for short screen recordings of this song on various major platforms, and listened to it over and over again last night.
Early this morning, the melody of this song seemed to still be ringing in my ears.
No, as soon as she arrived at school, she happily shared it with her classmates.
At this time, Wang Tingting's eyes shone brightly when she saw that her deskmate was so "in tune" with her.
Now she was so excited that she forgot where she was, and she suddenly raised her voice.
"Really, you never tire of listening to it, right? I like it so much..."
And just when she was so happy that she almost danced, the people at the table next to her were startled by her voice, and their expressions changed one after another.
Sure enough, at this moment, the Chinese teacher's angry shout came from behind.
"Wang Tingting, stand up for me. What do you say you like?!"
Wang Tingting froze when her name was called unexpectedly.
She stood up suddenly, and the textbook that had been erected above her head was pushed to the ground in a panic.
What a coincidence, it happened to fall at the feet of the Chinese teacher.
Wang Tingting glanced at the Chinese teacher's expression from the corner of her eye.
It's over! It's as dark as the bottom of the pot that my mother just finished painting!
A voice in my heart has already sounded: Face the storm!
Wang Tingting closed her eyes and heard the Chinese teacher's continuous curse.
"Look at what you are thinking about at school every day for three days, and you don't even focus on studying!"
"You still have the book on your head, so you know how to memorize it, right?"
"Have you previewed the homework assigned last Friday?!"
The Chinese teacher asked questions one after another, like an overwhelming force coming at me.
Seeing that his lung capacity was almost exhausted, the Chinese teacher said the last sentence heavily.
"What did I just say?!"
Wang Tingting quietly looked at the paper handed to her by her deskmate.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the three characters "Pipa Xing" prominently displayed on the paper. She immediately became excited and her voice rose in pitch.
"The teacher just talked about pipa."
Hearing this, the Chinese teacher reluctantly nodded.
It’s okay, I know it’s about Pipa.
However, when it comes to chatting in class, you can’t lift it up high and drop it gently.
Thinking of this, the Chinese teacher has already begun to think about how to teach Wang Tingting a lesson.
After all, if they don’t study well during class time, how can these students study well after class?!
"Recite the original text of the pipa line for me as much as you can."
As soon as she said this, Wang Tingting seemed to hesitate for a moment. After all, she didn't know if she could finish the memorization.
However, after all, I looped the lyrics countless times throughout the night...
Thinking of this, Wang Tingting started reciting in a cadence as if she didn't know where she got the confidence.
"The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn."
"The master has dismounted and is on board the ship. He is raising his wine to drink, but there is no orchestra."
As soon as the first four sentences were finished, the Chinese teacher couldn't help but nodded slightly.
Although it is said that the class was distracted, at least it proves that the preparations before class were still done.
After all, many people were called upon by her in class, and they might not even know what the first sentence was.
At this time, Wang Tingting's recitation continued.
"Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest."
"Looking for the sound and secretly asking who is playing the pipa, the sound of the pipa has stopped and it is too late to speak."
...
Seeing that Wang Tingting had reached the middle part of the pipa line on her back, the Chinese teacher looked a little surprised.
I didn’t realize it, but I’ve already memorized nearly a hundred words.
"The east boat and the west boat are quiet and silent, only the white autumn moon can be seen in the middle of the river."
"While meditating and playing the strings, I straighten my clothes and look down."
...
When Wang Tingting had recited nearly two hundred words, the Chinese teacher had already put down the pointer in her hand, and her eyes were filled with astonishment.
At this time, Wang Tingting seemed to be feeling more and more the more she memorized it. All the lyrics from last night's single cycle flashed through her mind.
The more she memorized, the more energetic she became, and she even wanted to sing yesterday's lyrics directly.
Three hundred words!
Four hundred words!
Five hundred words!
Six hundred words!
At this moment, the Chinese teacher's face looked horrified.
You know, the entire poem of Pipa Line only has more than 600 words.
The exam syllabus usually does not require memorizing the entire text, just memorizing a few key points is enough.
She originally wanted to see how Wang Tingting was preparing for class.
Now, I have memorized them all?!
At this moment, Wang Tingting had read the last few sentences without realizing it.
"It's so sad that it's not as sad as the sound coming forward. Everyone in the house burst into tears when they heard it again."
"Who among us has cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet."
As soon as she finished memorizing it, she opened her eyes wide in surprise!
"Teacher, I've finished memorizing it."
The pen in my deskmate's hand fell off and rolled to the ground.
There was a student in front who was even more confused now.
"Right? I didn't even look carefully just now..."
The classmates who were staring at the textbook all the time took a deep breath.
"Exactly the same, word for word."
The whole classroom was in shock.
A few seconds later, the Chinese teacher asked in rare surprise.
"How did you do it?"
And now Wang Tingting puffed up her chest and spoke with great pride.
"Because I listened to a song called Pipa Xing last night!"
Pipa song?
Seeing the classmates and Chinese teachers around her looking at her with shock, Wang Tingting felt extremely happy now!
Pipa Xing, I love you so much!
At this moment, not only the classroom where Wang Tingting was in, but also similar scenes were happening in more corners. This chapter has been completed!