Chapter 237 There is no latitude and longitude in my life, why fear the East China Sea for ginger soup!(1/2)
"How can you call "Aragaki Rimi"'s husband!? Her husband is obviously me! You are a rumor. You quickly change your name, it's still time."
Good guy, this is not a peach.
Instead, he held the peach tree and ate it hard!
"The following poem, ahem..."
Jiang Bai was speechless. Why is this all the time? Although this kind of traffic is high, it still needs a few good poems to finale.
"Return to school next week
Four essays
One article is Chinese
Three articles are in English
Didn't write
Play with your phone
Good--"The End"
"Brother, you really have a little bit of Versailles. You have only been four essays. I was like four exercise books back then..." Jiang Bai's head hurt when he thought of the four exercise books back then.
"I have to say so much that I have to give new lyrics! Chinese composition is 800 words and English composition is 80 words. Isn't this easy? But you can't hurt me. I have no homework in college~ You are not real at all." Jiang Bai threw the paper with the lyrics printed on it.
"In contrast, the following poem is much more sincere."
"Only the physics and chemistry work is left
I breathe a sigh of relief
Show a confident smile
Open the physics work
Close
Open chemistry
Close
Showing an embarrassing but polite smile—"Can't write"
"Student, if you are in the first year of high school this year, then you still have some help. You can choose liberal arts. If you are in the second year of high school or the third year of high school, hahahahahaha."
Jiang Bai was laughing wildly when he was halfway through his speech. He chose a subject that he couldn’t do in his second and third grades. This is too miserable!
"Ahem, in short, I believe you will be able to change the status quo!" Jiang Bai's expression was serious, and then he turned his head to prevent the camera from taking a distorted expression with a smile.
"I trust you"
"Return to school tonight
Homework is sagging on the table
Unwilling to move—"Self-portrait"
"This poem is a bit novel~ The students in front are lazy or can't write it. This student is just a type of [I didn't write homework myself, what does it have to do with me]."
What a good guy, you can shirk responsibility.
"But your title has no internal flavor, I think it should be called "Sketching""
Jiang Bai really feels that this poem is good and has a bit of inner flavor.
"Community
Garbage truck is somersaulting
I'll stop and watch
Turn your head and take a look
The old man next door and his grandson are also here
Look at each other and smile
Turn around and go back to the house
Happiness is that simple—"Happiness of a man"
"The author vividly interprets what a 'a boy who is 'a man until his death' by writing about three men of different ages'."
Indeed, even if an old man over 80 years old saw a lump of cow dung in the field and had a box of black spider guns in his hand, he would definitely detonate it.
Because men's happiness is that simple.
Boys don’t grow up, only boys’ toys grow up…
Jiang Bai suddenly remembered a joke:
When I was a child, girls like dolls and boys like toys.
When they grow up, girls like toys and boys like dolls.
A very normal poem, not driving.
"Friends said
My right eyelid twitched
There is an ominous premonition
Something big problem
I said
It's already the twenty-first century
Don't be superstitious, believe in science
soon
My left eyelid twitched
I'm very happy
Because I want to have great luck
Make a fortune—"Superstition"
"This poem has something to do!" Jiang Bai called him an expert.
Something is connotation.
"You will experience this poem slowly, but what I want to say is that scientific materialism is good! This is something worth learning from." Jiang Bai has a strong desire to survive.
"A whip
Two whips
Three whip
Four whip
Five whip
——"Five Whips"
"Wow, good guy, you really have it."
When Jiang Bai saw this poem, he was stunned. He really could use the Enter key to become a poem.
God's five whips.
Young man, you don’t have martial ethics, and you go to trick me, an old comrade who just went to college.
"Brothers, here are some poems about spring and snow, why not start? Because I'm afraid I'll scare everyone away."
"The amount of video playback depends on whether you can eat one bucket of instant noodles a day or add a ham sausage." Jiang Bai said with a smile.
This is just a fart. Jiang Bai’s current financial reserves will be no problem to eat ham sausages for a lifetime...
"Like Dream Ling Dong Si"
The morning dew does not leave the twilight, and the bright hair and black hair are easy to remove.
The red leaves are left with residual branches, and there is only a place to crush the dust.
Hu Yu, Hu Yu, come again on the same day.”
"This poem is not amazing, but it is also excellent. This author has some operation! Taking Li Cun's "Remembering the Immortal Pose" as the main form."
"Seven sentences, five tiles and one rhyme, the rhythm is very neat, and the whole poem has bones and flesh. The first four sentences describe the natural metabolism of the human body and the decline of nature. It is slightly negative. When the pen tip turns, it suddenly becomes optimistic."
But in fact, there are still some shortcomings, but Jiang Bai is considering whether to tell it out.
After all, literati are inferior to each other, so it would be bad if they lose a literary fan because of this little thing.
In the end, Jiang Bai decided to help him modify it.
"Although this poem is excellent, there is still some disadvantage that Ru Mengling has only 33 words in total, but he has two broken parts in non-rhymes."
To be continued...