Zhang Zhong didn't expect that his name "Zhang Jiudou" would be spread. It seemed that Liu Yuan had mentioned it on the Internet before and someone had written it down.
The two students sat in the store for a while, then packed up the five portions of duck blood fans and left.
Hu Huifang said softly, "You said you were also harming others. You chose to visit other people's schools during the holidays, so that these students could not go home."
"I was also thinking that there would be fewer people in school during the holidays," Zhang Zhong said.
He looked at Pengpeng again, "Have you finished eating? Let's go after eating."
Pengpeng held the bowl and said, "I'll have another drink of soup."
After Pengpeng finished drinking, Zhang Zhong hugged her, and the family walked out of the store, and then wandered around the Drum Tower.
Walking on the road, you can smell the scent of osmanthus from time to time.
The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus is overbearing, so overbearing that in this season, it seems that this kind of flower is the only one left on the tip of people's noses.
Hu Huifang said with a smile, "The osmanthus in Jinling is similar to ours in Jiangyang. It has the same fragrance and the same dominance. If you didn't look at it, you would have thought it was the osmanthus from Jiangyang that followed us to Jinling."
Zhang Zhong said with a smile, "Mom, you can also compose poetry."
"Just two sentences, can it be considered a poem?" Hu Huifang twitched her lips and expressed disdain for Zhang Zhongpai's flattery.
Zhang Zhongze said, "You don't understand this. There are many poets writing poems now, but they are not as good as these two sentences you said."
"Exaggeration. You are talking about netizens who like to make pranks on the Internet. How can a real poet be as bad as you say?"
"Haven't you heard of lamb body?"
Hu Huifang shook her head.
"It just divides a sentence into several paragraphs and turns it into a lamb body. If you don't believe it, I will correct it for you." Zhang Zhong thought about what his mother just said, and then said, "This Jinling's / Osmanthus / Qiaru / Jiangyang's
The same/same/scent/is also the same/overbearing/if/don’t see/as if/the osmanthus of Jiangyang/comes/to Jinling with us/together.”
"It's a weird foreign accent." Hu Huifang scolded it with a smile, and then said, "But when you listen to it like this, it really sounds like a poem."
Zhang Chong spread his hands and said, "So, as long as you master the lamb style, anyone can write poetry."
"Dad, can I do it too?" Pengpeng asked, flashing her eyes.
"Of course." Zhang Zhong pointed to a tree in the distance, "What do you think of that tree?"
"That tree is so big and has so many leaves, but isn't it just an ordinary tree? We have many of them over there," Pengpeng said.
"Let dad change it into a poem for you." Zhang Zhong shook his head and said, "I saw a tree. It was very big and had many leaves, but it was an ordinary tree in the distance.
There are many trees like it in my hometown. How about it, it sounds like a poem."
Pengpeng clapped her hands happily, "It's true, I can also write poetry. Dad, please write down this poem of mine. When I get back, I must tell Liu Minya and the others that I can write poetry, but they can't."
"
Hu Huifang shook her head beside her. Not to mention, it was really interesting that Peng Peng's words were changed like this by Zhang Zhong.
She even wondered what the title would be if such a poem appeared on their school's test paper.
[What emotions does the poet express in this poem?]
【What does the "tree" in the poem represent and what role does it play? 】
[What techniques are used in this poem?]
If I were to give this poem a title, it should probably be "Tree" or "Tree, Hometown" or something like that.
Hu Huifang knows that if this poem is really put on the test paper and these questions are set, many students will be able to say a lot, and it will also make sense.
However, in fact, this is just a sentence spoken by a child of a few years old, slightly modified.
Thinking of this, Hu Huifang shuddered. It seemed that her son was a scholar, which was not a good thing for a middle school teacher.
She recalled the time when "Border Town" was included in the exam paper. That time she went back and asked her son the correct answers to these questions, but Zhang Zhong said that he couldn't do it well either.
Hu Huifang has never questioned the educational methods. She just thinks that this kind of thing is very strange.
In fact, Zhang Zhong just thought of the work "Xu Fan" by Che Yanggao, the previous winner of the Lu Xun Literature Prize, and he was inspired by this.
His poem is to divide the words into paragraphs. If you want to write a poem like that, you can basically find a paragraph in a book and then separate the sentences to complete it.
Some people have criticized Lu Xun's "There are two trees in front of my house, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree." Although it seems that the author is very idle, at least there is a branch of literary (zhuang) learning (
bi) The breath hits my face.
If saying "one-half" as "six-twelfths" is an artistic expression, then saying "six-twelfths" as "twelve-twelfths" is not acceptable.
There was nothing interesting here in the Drum Tower. Zhang Zhong walked with them for a while and then took them to Qinhuai District.
When they arrived at the Confucius Temple, Zhang Xingjun pointed to the river below, "This is the Qinhuai River? It looks a bit ordinary."
"The rivers and capitals are all the same, but the lights here at night are quite beautiful."
"Is there a lantern show here at night?"
"There is a small lantern festival. The annual lantern festival here in Jinling is during the Lantern Festival. There is also a lantern show during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the scale is smaller."
"This is boring." Zhang Xingjun said.
"It's not boring. After all, the lights on both sides of the river are pretty good. Your cameras will come in handy when the time comes. There's nothing interesting during the day. I'll take you there to take a boat ride in the evening. You can take a look around the Qinhuai River along the waterway.
night view.”
However, Hu Huifang waved her hand and said, "We won't sit on the boat today. You have business tomorrow. Let's wait until Yuhan comes the day after tomorrow. Let's hang out on the shore today."
Regarding his mother's good intentions, Zhang Zhong just nodded, "Well, the weather is not bad today, I will take you to visit the Confucius Temple."
…
We walked around the Confucius Temple until around nine o'clock in the evening, and then the family dragged their tired bodies back to the hotel.
After Zhang Zhong put Pengpeng to sleep, he also went back to his room to sleep.
Originally, he planned to write a little more "Harry Potter" for the magazine's next serialization issue, but after walking for a day today, he himself was tired, so he put it aside for now. Anyway, this issue hasn't come out yet.
, the next issue will take some time, so there is no need to rush.
Now this magazine has just started, so Zhang Zhong’s decision is to publish it as a bimonthly publication first, and if the market response is good, then it will be changed to a weekly magazine.