Xiacheng.

When Gu Chunbo heard that Lin Nan was planning to return his cell phone to Shen Chuxia, he hung up the phone neatly.

What sinks into early summer.

What Gu Chunbo values ​​is the boy who wrote poetry!

Then he couldn't wait to pick up his cell phone and dial it out.

"Hey! Lao He! What are you doing?"

"Play mahjong? Hi! What mahjong to play at this point! Hurry up! Come to Qiuhao Teahouse to gather! I have gained a lot! Excellent, great poems!"

...

"Hey, Lao Zhu, come out, hurry up! Come and gather in Qiuhao Teahouse!"

"Dimilation? What kind of stomach are you going to get? At worst, you can go home and change your pants! Hurry up!"

...

"Principal Sun! I found it, I found a poem that I will definitely win the award!"

"Hmm? What's the sound over you?"

"Huh...it seems to be Teacher Zhang's voice. I didn't bother you, right?"

"Hehehe, it doesn't mean that. I know that Teacher Zhang is your wife. Hi, what do you say, come to Qiuhao Teahouse! It's really definitely satisfying you!"

...

I went out several phone calls.

Gu Chunbo looked down at the whole poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming" written on the table.

He looked at it carefully again, and the more he looked, the more he became happy, and the more he looked, the more excited he became!

"Don't be excited, don't be excited, you will be sick again if you are excited!"

"You are sick, but I am not the one who is in trouble."

"Oh, but as for being so anxious? It's what time it's already, will it not work tomorrow? How old are you, and you're still so anxious and anxious, do you think you're still twenty years old?"

The old wife next to her kept talking.

She looked at Gu Chunbo grabbing a coat beside him, put away the piece of paper with poems and was about to run away, full of disgust.

"Can't wait, can't wait!"

"I can't wait to share it, great, this poem!"

"I can't only appreciate such a good poem, haha!"

Gu Chunbo's face was full of excitement.

That way, it was like a toy that I had obtained, and I wanted to share it with my best friend immediately.

"Then you go take a taxi and don't ride a bicycle!"

"Also, you can meet, but you can't drink alcohol. Your hemorrhoids have not healed yet, so don't crack again!"

My wife was talking.

While agreeing, Gu Chunbo hurriedly and excitedly left the door.

Qiuhao Tea House.

The decoration here is antique.

A tea room.

"Old Gu, I said, why are you trying to find us in such a hurry? How old is this? I almost got so upset by you."

A man pushed the door in and complained a little.

"Yes, my stomach is halfway, and it still hurts now, so I was called by you. If you don't have any good poems, I will never end up with you!"

The man following behind said something a little dissatisfied.

They are all from the Xiacheng Modern Poetry Association. They have a good relationship with Gu Chunbo on weekdays and have a very similar smell.

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's definitely a good poem!"

"You also know who I am. How could I take out ordinary things with such a big fanfare?"

Gu Chunbo laughed and sat there, the excitement on his face had not yet faded.

"Then you take it out."

"Yes, this time our province's modern poetry competition cannot be embarrassing! I'm also looking for poets from all walks of life these days, wanting to make a appointment with a poem to support the store, but I haven't found it."

The two of them looked at Gu Chunbo and suddenly became a little anxious.

"What's the hurry? Principal Sun hasn't arrived."

Gu Chunbo shook his head.

He finished speaking and the door was pushed open again.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Principal Sun is only in his forties. At this age, he climbed to the position of principal of Xiacheng No. 1 Middle School, and his future is limitless.

Principal Sun is not tall, a little fat, panting, and a little tired in his expression, looking a little weak.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lao He and Lao Zhu greeting him there, then looked at Gu Chunbo sitting there and straight to the point: "Teacher Gu, is what you said on the phone true?"

"A poem that will definitely win an award?"

Principal Sun is older than Gu Chunbo, and he is considered his junior. He has always been very respectful to Gu Chunbo.

"Yes, from my perspective, if you don't win the award, there will be no work to win!"

Gu Chunbo nodded: "This is really, really the only poem I have seen in so many years, and I can't help but read it over and over again."

"Every time, there are new insights, and the beauty of that artistic conception is simply intoxicating."

Gu Chunbo was full of intoxication.

"Teacher Gu, we are all here, don't keep it aside!"

Principal Sun smiled bitterly: "Take it out quickly and show it to us."

This modern poetry competition in the province is of great significance to Xiacheng No. 1.

Mainly, Xiacheng No. 1 Middle School. Although the college entrance examination scores have been extremely excellent over the years, they have been criticized for all the time.

The outside world has always said that this is a place to cultivate the college entrance examination machine.

Students who can get high scores can't get out of talented students in other directions.

Now the whole country emphasizes quality education and the comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor.

This provincial modern poetry competition mainly targets the students in the province.

Therefore, various schools are also making efforts in secret.

If you can win the first prize, you will immediately get Xiacheng No. 1 Middle School to take off the hat of the college entrance examination machine and announce to everyone that Xiacheng No. 1 Middle School can not only have high scores in the college entrance examination, but also students who can write poetry.

This is very important for the long-term development of the school.

"Yes, Lao Gu, don't keep us in a silence! It's all the time!"

"I can't wait! Hurry up! If you keep it in hiding, I'll turn aside!"

The two people on the side couldn't wait.

Poetry is worthless to some people.

But for those who truly love it, it is a complete spiritual enjoyment.

"Okay! Then you guys are ready!"

Gu Chunbo laughed and stopped hiding it.

He took out the piece of paper in his pocket and spread it on the tea table.

"Facing the sea, spring is warm and flowers blooming"?"

"The title of this poem is interesting."

Lao He, Lao Zhu and Principal Sun came forward and then looked down.

"From tomorrow, be a happy person."

"Feed horses, chop firewood, and travel around the world."

...

"This...What a simple and unpretentious dream."

"In a few simple words, I'm a little bit trying to chop some firewood now, but the horse... I don't have a horse, alas, I feel uncomfortable."

"The artistic conception...is a special artistic conception."
To be continued...