Multimedia Classroom of No. 2 Middle School.

The multimedia classes in Second Middle School are generally used to teach music classes and some multimedia courses. However, these classes are relatively few. Most of the time, the multimedia classes are empty. However, because the multimedia classes are relatively large, many programs in Second Middle School will be rehearsed in the multimedia classes.

This time, the No. 2 Middle School attached great importance to the reading competition for the first grade of senior high school organized by the county and specially organized teacher tutoring. At this time, Su Jingru brought more than 20 students from the school to the multimedia classroom.

"Well, everyone, I believe everyone has prepared almost all these days. So, today, you will treat it as a real reading competition, and the teacher will give evaluations of each of you reading. Then you will refer to it after you go back and practice for a while. In a few days, the official competition will be held. Okay, the first one is Guo Yueying."

"Hello teachers, what I bring today is the great recitation of poetry of the motherland."

A girl named Guo Yueying walked forward in the front row, bent down to everyone and saluted her, and then officially began to recite.

"Whenever I look at the other side of the sea near in the middle of the night, I always remember your name..."

A few minutes later, the girl Guo Yueying finished reciting.

The tutor Su Jingru, who was on the other hand, gave an evaluation, "Guo Yueying, your performance today is good, and you have made much progress than before. However, your feelings are still not open enough. You have not yet been integrated into the poet's emotions. I hope you can take a look at the poet's personal introduction when you go back and the social situation corresponding to the poet when he created this poem."

"Thank you, Teacher Su."

"Okay. The second place is Wang Yingying."

About an hour later, Su Jingru called Zhang Huiping's name.

"Zhang Huiping. It's your turn."

"Yes, Teacher Su."

When Zhang Huiping heard her name calling, she was a little nervous and her little face turned slightly red. Perhaps seeing Zhang Huiping's nervousness, Su Jingru smiled at him, "It's okay, just read the text aloud in the morning."

"Um."

Nodded gently. Zhang Huiping walked to the front desk, took three deep breaths, and Zhang Huiping began to read aloud.

"Hello teachers. What I bring to you is an essay called Baiyang Lizang"

"The car is running on the plateau that is beyond the limit. What plunges into your sight is a large felt intricate yellow and green. The yellow is soil. The uncultivated virgin soil. The shell of the Loess Plateau that was successfully accumulated by great natural forces hundreds of thousands of years ago..."

This essay was naturally written by Huang Yifan to Zhang Huiping.

At this time, as soon as Zhang Huiping spoke, this essay showed his extraordinaryness.

No matter the words used in prose or the sounds made by the combination of words, they are also extremely worrying and beautiful. Of course, what is even more rare is that just one sentence, a picture of a loess high slope hits the face. Su Jingru, who was standing in the stage, was also intoxicated by Zhang Huiping's poem-like prose. She closed her eyes slightly. Following Zhang Huiping's reading aloud, colorful scenes appeared in her mind.

"What about green is the result of human labor defeating nature, the wheat field. It blows with the wind, and turns up green waves - at this time you will truly admire the two words "wheat waves" created by the past. If it is not a skillful hand, it is indeed the essence of the tempered language..."

The word Mai Lang appeared, and Su Jingru's mind was really like what was written in prose, and she turned on a round of green waves. This was even more beautiful than what was taken in a TV painting.

But at this moment, Su Jingru let out a whisper.

She opened her eyes.

Looking at Zhang Huiping who was still reading aloud on the front desk, her eyes were extremely incredible.

Why has she never read this essay?

You know, how could Su Jingru, who graduated from the Chinese Department, have never read any well-known works?

Needless to say, this essay read by Zhang Huiping is more classic than most of the essays she has read before.

However, Su Jingru did not bother her for the time being.

This essay is really so classic. Even if she has many questions in her heart, she cannot bear to destroy the beautiful scenery in front of her.

Zhang Huiping's voice continued.

"Yellow and green dominate, boundless and open, as open as a beast. If it weren't for the continuous peaks of distant mountains standing side by side, you would have forgotten that the car was driving on the plateau. The feeling that you surged at this time might be "magnificent", "great", and adjectives like this; however, your eyes might feel a little tired, you closed your eyes to the current "magnificent" or "great", and another smell grew in your heart - "monotonous". Isn't it? Monotonous, is it a little?"

Hearing this, Su Jingru frowned.

strangeness.

I just spread out a beautiful view of the Loess Plateau, but why did it be destroyed in an instant?

monotonous?

Is there any?

Such a beautiful place, even those who have never been to the Loess Plateau were attracted by the pictures they had painted before. However, no one could have thought that the pen tip turned around at this time. He talked about everything he saw just now. Even if you will give birth to a trace of greatness and majesty, it is inevitable that it will be monotonous.

It's so strange. Is there such a writing technique?

Su Jingru secretly felt a pity. Such a stunning beginning was destroyed by these few words.

No wonder I haven't read this essay.

I think it was because it destroyed the charm of the entire essay in this place and gave a huge discount to the entire essay.

However, what Su Jingru never expected was.

After turning the pen tip, the author had another more shocking turn.

"However, in a flash, if you suddenly look up and see a row of trees far ahead - no, or even just three or five, one, standing like sentinels, what will your sleepy mood be like? I screamed in surprise at that time.

That is the poplar tree, an ordinary tree in the Northwest Pole, but it is not an ordinary tree."

The voice read aloud and gradually became louder.

Su Jingru was also driven by the sound of reading aloud, and a tree suddenly appeared in front of her.

Even though, what I mentioned earlier is just a tree that looks very ordinary, a tree that is very ordinary. However, because of that surprise, because of the sentence standing up, because of the sentence describing like a sentinel, a tree that stands tall and stands tall with its head standing up appears.

Such a tree may not be ordinary, or it may not be ordinary.

Sure enough, it was at this moment.

The sound of reading aloud came, "It is a tree that strives for the upstream, with straight trunks and straight branches. Its trunk is usually 100 meters tall, as if artificial, and there are no branches within one trunk... This is a tree that maintains a stubborn and upright position under the pressure of the north wind and snow. Even if it is only the bowl as thick as a bowl, it strives to develop upward, about 2 meters tall, towering, unyielding, and fighting the northwest wind. This is a poplar tree, an ordinary tree in the Northwest Pole, but it is by no means an ordinary tree!

A stone finally landed on the ground.

This article is not a bad thing, it is clearly a masterpiece of the best.

Moreover, the writing technique of turning the pen tips on both sides further highlights the extraordinaryness of this poplar tree.

high.

Too clever.

This essay is really clever.

Su Jingru couldn't help but remembered the "shape and spirit gathering" proposed by the literary war a few days ago, and also remembered the back that she cried for it. Isn't this prose also a representative work of "shape and spirit gathering"? Even if it has not reached the height of the back, it has reached an extremely high level.

But who wrote this classic essay?
Chapter completed!