Jiang Hansu used a pen to draw a few poplar trees on the blackboard. The poplars were bare and some snow fell on the branches.

At first, Su Bai thought she just wanted to draw snow and poplars, and use snow falling poplars to reflect the poplars' spirit of standing upright in winter.

But as the scenery on the blackboard became more and more, Su Bai realized that what she painted was not snow or trees, but the scenery on the campus in winter.

There are no other trees on their campus, only poplars.

Finally, the third year of junior high school teaching building appeared and Jiang Hansu added some snowflakes to it.

So, a scene of snow falling from the sky appeared before my eyes.

There is no pink ink in the whole picture, and the entire scroll is drawn from white chalk.

Su Bai looked at her with bright eyes and smiled, "It seems you really can't escape."

Jiang Hansu pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

But to prevent him from saying anything else, he put the chalk into the chalk box and said, "I've painted it, it's your turn."

"What should I write?" Su Bai asked.

Jiang Hansu was speechless and said angrily: "How do I know?"

Su Bai looked at Jiang Hansu's position left for him from the middle of the painting, and he really didn't know what to write.

When Su Bai copied the blackboard newspaper in the last issue, he knew what he wrote last week.

I wrote about the high school entrance examination. It’s been a few days since the high school entrance examination. So I have to study hard, and I have to study something like this.

He really couldn't write these things when he asked Su Bai to write them now, and the writing of these things was not consistent with Jiang Hansu's painting.

But this is the blackboard newspaper for the third year of junior high school. It is about to take the high school entrance examination, so I can't write anything that has nothing to do with my studies.

Su Bai thought for a while, then his eyes lit up and there was a

He took out a brand new piece of chalk from the chalk case and folded it into two pieces to take one of them.

Su Bai held a pen and wrote four words on the blackboard.

Qinyuanchun·Snow.

If you want to write an article that matches the scenery on the blackboard and is related to the third year of junior high school, then Qinyuanchun and snow are the best.

This poem is also a poem that needs to be recited in the third year of junior high school.

The name of the lyrics and the author wrote down, Su Bai started to continue writing.

The scenery of the north is filled with ice for thousands of miles and snow for thousands of miles.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there are only the vastness;

The river suddenly surging.

The silver snake dances in the mountains, and the wax figures are galloping, trying to compete with the heavens.

On sunny days, I look at the red dress and it is very charming.

...

All of them have gone, and there are several romantic figures, and I still look at the present day.

Su Bai wrote down all the poem without interruption.

After reading it, Su Bai nodded. The three words and words match each other. This issue of blackboard newspaper is the first, so it should be stable.

Even Jiang Hansu's eyes flashed with a stunning look.

It's really good, the words are good, and the words are good.

At this moment, Chinese teacher Li Xin walked in with his textbook. He stopped at the blackboard newspaper that Su Bai and the others had just finished.

After a long time, he smiled and said, "I should have applied for a calligraphy competition from the school in the first year of junior high school, so that all the students in the school can participate, and then the number one in calligraphy gives his substitute teacher a bonus."

After saying that, he smiled at Su Bai and the others and said, "This issue of blackboard newspaper is really amazing. The words are good, the words are good, and the drawings are good."

"But, alas, it's a pity." He looked at Jiang Hansu again, and then sighed.

Su Bai knew what Li Xin sighed. Jiang Hansu has extraordinary talent in painting. However, with Jiang Hansu's family conditions, what's the use of even if he has talent?

It is useless to just learn about painting by yourself. If you want to truly learn this art, you have to enroll in various classes, see such scenic spots, visit various monuments, and spend all kinds of money.

Not to mention that the conditions like Jiang Hansu are poor in rural areas, even children from ordinary families in Wocheng will find it difficult to get through this path.

Anyone who studies arts will have no money at home?

If you have the talent for painting, Su Bai has seen not only Jiang Hansu. In the past, there was a person in their village who liked to draw since childhood and looked like anything. However, he just finished the fifth grade and went to work with his parents in another place.

Su Bai glanced at Jiang Hansu, smiled and said nothing.

What a pity? Actually, it's not a pity.

As long as she likes it, she will take her to see and draw whatever she wants in the future.

If you live again, how could Su Bai be stumped by money?

Li Xin took out his cell phone and took a photo of this blackboard newspaper.

Su Bai thought about it and had to take a picture with his mobile phone to remember him later.

Although there are not many mobile phone functions now and it is too slow to access the Internet, camera technology has appeared as early as 2000.

Of course, Su Bai's mobile phone is not very high in pixels, and the rear camera is only 5 million.

But it's enough, after all, it's just a souvenir for future generations.

After the two walked back, Li Xin also walked to the podium with the book.

At this time, the bell for evening self-study class rang.

Other teachers had already arrived at the classroom before class, but Li Xin did not come to the classroom without class.

"Class." Jiang Hansu shouted.

"Hello teacher!" everyone said.

"Sit down." Li Xin waved his hand.

After the students sat down, Li Xin supported his hands on the podium and said, "Before class, I'll ask everyone to turn around and look at the blackboard newspapers drawn by the two class monitors of our class in this period."

When the students in the class heard this, they all turned their heads.

Then all kinds of admiration and awesomeness came from the classroom.

This blackboard newspaper is really well done.

Everyone knows that Su Bai's calligraphy is beautiful, but I didn't expect that Jiang Hansu's paintings and Su Bai's calligraphy would have such an effect. There is no colored ink embellishment on the blackboard, but the scenery, words and words are matched, and it is as beautiful as an ancient painting.

"You have seen Su Bai's calligraphy? So it's right for me to buy copybooks and practice calligraphy since the first year of junior high school. In the future, everyone will practice hard, and the calligraphy will look as beautiful as Su Bai." Li Xin smiled.

Su Bai's handwriting is good, and he, who is a Chinese teacher, is also very proud of his face!

From the first evening study to the halfway through the first session, the director led some teachers into the classroom with books.

They stopped and looked for a while, then whispered to each other, and finally left the classroom after the score.

After the first evening self-study get out of class, the rating rankings of each class of the blackboard newspaper came from the speakers in the classroom.

"This blackboard score, the third-year junior high school grade ranked third in junior high school (17)."

“The second place is Grade 3 (1).”

“The first one is the third grade (12) class.”

"The blackboard score for the third grade (12) class is 10 points!"

10 points means that the nine teachers who accompanied this time all gave full marks.

Because ten is the full mark.

This is the first time this is Yuhua’s blackboard newspaper rating.
Chapter completed!