Xiang Nan chanted passionately.
The students sat upright and listened attentively.
A moment later, when Xiang Nan recited the entire poem, the class burst into warm applause.
"Great, teacher, this poem is really great!"
"Oh my God, I have never heard such a passionate poem!"
"Teacher Jin is truly a great talent. This poem really expresses our feelings!"
The classmates talked one after another and were impressed by Xiang Nan's talent.
At this time, both boys and girls looked at him with extremely passionate eyes.
Even Leng Qingqiu was no exception, looking at Xiang Nan with eyes full of admiration and admiration.
"Teacher, can you recite it again? I didn't even have time to remember it just now." A girl raised her hand.
Xiang Nan smiled, turned around and wrote on the blackboard.
"Teacher is not only good at poetry, but also writes so well."
"Teacher is worthy of being a teacher. If our poems are compared with his, nothing can be better."
"Despicability is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble... How philosophical!"
The students said as they took notes.
"Okay, let's discuss it after class. Let's continue class now..." Xiang Nan coughed lightly and said, "When writing poetry, we should pay attention to the expression of emotions..."
…
"Okay, today's homework is for everyone to write a poem. No matter the subject matter or the number of words, the key is to have true feelings." When the bell rang, Xiang Nan said with a smile, "If you are a student who writes well, I will Help recommend it to the newspaper. When the time comes, not only will it be published, but you will also earn a few dollars in royalties. I hope the students will pay more attention to it. Okay, get out of class is over."
When the students heard this, they were immediately very excited.
"Sir Jin, I have a question to ask you."
"Teacher, I didn't understand this part. Can you explain it again?"
"Teacher Jin, I didn't remember this note clearly. Can you lend me your courseware?"
After class, Xiang Nan was surrounded by a group of students, most of whom were female students.
They seemed to be asking him for advice, but in fact, Xiang Nanmen was clear about that little detail.
It is normal for a young, handsome and talented male teacher to be liked by female students.
If you add the tags of being from a distinguished family and being wealthy, it becomes a recipe for success.
However, Xiang Nan came here just for Leng Qingqiu. The other girls didn't pay attention to her at all, so they naturally wouldn't flirt with her.
Even if the girls take the initiative and are enthusiastic, he will remain polite and pay attention to keeping a safe distance from them, and will not go beyond the boundaries.
And the more he acted like this, the more the girls respected and worshiped him.
But what makes Xiang Nan a little regretful is that Leng Qingqiu is not among these girls. Otherwise, it would save him a lot of effort.
But having said that, just because she was not frivolous, she was more valuable and made Xiang Nan more and more interested in her.
…
Return home in the afternoon.
"Lao Qi, come and play cards with us. We are in need of a card partner." When the third sister-in-law Wang Yufen saw him, she immediately invited him with a smile.
There are only the elder sister-in-law, the third sister-in-law and Bai Xiuzhu in the hall, and they are worried that there are not enough people to play cards.
As for the second sister-in-law Cheng Huichang, she once studied abroad and is the most knowledgeable. Now she serves as a director of Chunming Girls' School and often participates in various school activities, so she does not always have to stay at home.
"How come there is a shortage of manpower, where are the fourth sister, fifth sister, and sixth sister?" Xiang Nan asked doubtfully.
"The fourth sister wants to move out and has been looking at a house for the past two days." Wang Yufen explained, "The fifth and sixth sisters have been away from home all day. I don't know what they are busy with."
"What else can they be busy with? They are getting older, so they should be busy with their own affairs." Wu Peifang said with a smile, "After all, even the seventh child is married, so why should the two of them delay."
"It's not that kind of thing. I seem to have heard that they are engaging in some kind of movement." Wang Yufen waved her hand.
Xiang Nan was stunned and guessed that it might be a student movement. During the Republic of China, students were a more passionate, radical, and noisy group.
But revolution is not a dinner party, it is a violent action by one class to overthrow another class. It would be really dangerous if Minzhi and Runzhi were involved.
To be honest, even if Xiang Nan had unparalleled martial arts skills, unparalleled talent, extraordinary resourcefulness, and could foresee the future, he himself would not dare to get involved.
Because it's really too dangerous. This is the torrent of history. Compared with it, the power of individuals is so small that it can be ignored.
He needs to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Fifth Sister and Sixth Sister.
…
Next day, Xiang Nan received the homework from his classmates.
It can be seen that everyone wrote it very carefully.
"I have read all the poems that everyone submitted, and the overall evaluation is pretty good. At least they are all written with care." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "I selected the five better ones and posted them on the school bulletin board. In addition, , and the best one is "Frost Descent" written by classmate Leng Qingqiu."
"Classmate Leng, please read it to your classmates yourself," Xiang Nan said, handing the homework book back to her.
Leng Qingqiu immediately stood up, took the homework book and chanted softly,
"Frost, cold and heavy dew
Autumn is even more desolate
For those who are not used to pretending to be prosperous
This is the best time to return to nature
Akihara is the land of hermits
And from the bronze autumn mirror
This reflects the depth of the soul.”
"Okay." Xiang Nan took the lead in applauding, "Dear classmates, when you hear this poem by Leng again, does it touch your heartstrings, does it evoke autumn thoughts..."
"Yes." Inspired by him, the students shouted together.
"Okay." Xiang Nan nodded and said, "The most taboo in writing poetry is unnecessary moaning and pretentiousness. Only by expressing true feelings can we move people's hearts. Classmate Leng has already understood the samadhi of writing poetry.
Okay, I will recommend this poem by Classmate Leng to the newspaper for publication. I also hope that everyone can learn from her and keep up their efforts so that they can have this honor in the future. "
Seeing Xiang Nan say this, Leng Qingqiu couldn't help but blush with excitement.
…
Two days later, Leng Qingqiu's poem appeared in the newspaper.
With Xiang Nan's current status in the literary world, it is easy to recommend a newcomer.
Even if the new poem is not very good, he will publish it for his sake.
What's more, Leng Qingqiu still has some talents, so it will be easier to praise her.
Xiang Nan immediately handed her the seven yuan remuneration in front of all the students in the class.
For the first time, he made money with his talent, and he earned seven yuan. Not only did Leng Qingqiu feel happy, he was also envious of his classmates.
After all, at that time, the monthly salary of ordinary people was only ten or twenty yuan. Seven yuan is equivalent to half a month's salary for ordinary people, which is a huge sum of money for young students.
"Classmate Leng, you must work hard in the future and don't waste your talents." Xiang Nan encouraged with a smile.
Leng Qingqiu looked at Xiang Nan and nodded heavily, his eyes full of gratitude and dependence.
Xiang Nan smiled slightly when he saw this.
(End of chapter)
