Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 329 Lamb Body

Zhang Chong didn't expect his name "Zhang Jiudou" to be spread out. It seems that Liu Yuan mentioned it on the Internet once before and was remembered.

The two students sat in the store for a while, packed five portions of duck blood vermicelli and left.

Hu Huifang said softly, "You said that you are also harmful. When you visit other people's schools, you choose this holiday time, so that these students can't go home."

"I also thought that there would be fewer people in the school during the holidays." Zhang Zhong said.

He looked at Peng Peng again, "Have you finished eating? Let's go after we finish eating."

Pengpeng held the bowl and said, "I'll have another sip of soup."

After Pengpeng finished drinking, Zhang Zhong hugged her, and the family walked out of the shop, and then strolled around the Drum Tower.

Walking on the road, from time to time you can smell a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus is overbearing, so overbearing that in this season, it seems that only this kind of flower is left on the tip of people's noses.

Hu Huifang said with a smile, "The sweet-scented osmanthus in Jinling is almost the same as ours in Jiangyang, with the same fragrance and the same dominance. If you don't look at it, you will think it is the sweet-scented osmanthus in Jiangyang, which followed us to Jinling."

Zhang Zhong said with a smile, "Mom, you can also compose poetry."

"Just a few words, is it considered poetry?" Hu Huifang twitched the corners of her mouth, expressing her disdain for Zhang Chongpai's flattery.

Zhang Zhong said, "You don't understand this, right now, many poets write poems, it's not as good as these two sentences you said."

"Exaggeration, you are talking about netizens who like to spoof on the Internet, right? A real poet is not as miserable as you say."

"Haven't you heard of lamb body?"

Hu Huifang shook her head.

"It's just dividing a sentence into several paragraphs, and it becomes a lamb body. If you don't believe me, I'll change it for you." Zhang Chong thought about what his mother said just now, and then said, "This Jinling's/Osmanthus fragrans/is just like/Jiangyang's Same/same/fragrant/same/overbearing/if/don’t look/as if/Jiangyang’s sweet-scented osmanthus/follows us/together/to Jinling.”

"It's a strange foreign accent." Hu Huifang laughed and reprimanded, and then said, "But it really looks like a poem when you listen to it this way."

Zhang Chong spread his hands and said, "So, anyone can write poems as long as they master the lamb style."

"Father, can I do it too?" Pengpeng asked with fluttering eyes.

"Of course." Zhang Zhong pointed to a tree in the distance, "What do you think of that tree?"

"That tree is so big and has many leaves, but isn't it just an ordinary tree? There are many in our house too." Peng Peng said.

"Look, Dad changed it into a poem for you." Zhang Zhong said shaking his head, "I saw a tree, it was very big, with many leaves, but, it was, an ordinary tree, far away, There are many trees in my hometown, just like it. How about it, it sounds like a poem."

Pengpeng clapped his hands happily, "Really, I can write poetry now, Dad, you write down my poem, and when I go back, I must tell Liu Minya and others that I can write poetry, but they can't. "

Hu Huifang shook her head beside her, not to mention, Zhang Zhong's change of Pengpeng's words just now is really interesting.

She even wondered what the topic would be if such a poem appeared on their school test paper.

【What emotion does this poem express? 】

[What does the "tree" in the poem represent and what function does it play? 】

[What technique is used in this poem? 】

If I want to propose a title for this poem, it should probably be "Tree" or "Tree, Hometown" and so on.

Hu Huifang knew that if this poem was really put on the test paper and these questions were set, many students would probably be able to say a lot, and it would be very reasonable.

However, in fact, this is nothing more than a passage of a child of a few years old, with a slight modification.

Thinking of this, Hu Huifang shuddered a little.It seems that his son is a literati, which is not a good thing for a middle school teacher.

She recalled the time when "Border Town" was included in the exam papers some time ago. That time she went back and asked her son the correct answers to these questions, but Zhang Zhong said that he couldn't do it himself well.

Hu Huifang never questioned the educational methods, she just thought this kind of thing was amazing.

In fact, Zhang Zhong just thought of the work "Xu Fan" by the former Lu Xun Literary Award winner Che Yanggao, so he expressed his feelings.

His poem is to divide the words into paragraphs. If you want to make such a poem, you can basically find a paragraph in a book at random, and then separate the sentences to complete it.

Some people have criticized Lu Xun's "There are two trees in front of my house, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree". bi) The breath is coming.

If it is an artistic expression to say "one-half" as "six-twelfths," it is not so good to say "six-twelfths" as "twelve-twelfths."

There was nothing interesting in the Drum Tower, so Zhang Zhong took them for a while and then took them to Qinhuai District.

When we got to the Confucius Temple, Zhang Xingjun pointed to the river below, "Is this the Qinhuai River? It looks a bit ordinary."

"The rivers are not all the same, but the lights here at night are quite beautiful."

"Is there a lantern festival here at night?"

"There is a small lantern festival. The annual lantern festival here in Jinling is during the Lantern Festival. There is also a lantern festival during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the scale is relatively small."

"That's boring." Zhang Xingjun said.

"It's not boring. After all, the lights on both sides of the river are also good. Then your cameras will be useful for taking pictures. There is nothing interesting in the daytime. At night, I will take you to take a painting boat, and you can look around the Qinhuai River along the waterway." night view."

Hu Huifang waved her hand and said, "We won't sit on the boat today, you still have work to do tomorrow, let's go together when Yuhan comes the day after tomorrow, and just wander around on the shore today."

Regarding his mother's good intentions, Zhang Zhong just nodded, "Well, the weather is not bad today, I will take you to visit the Confucius Temple."

……

After wandering around the Confucius Temple until more than nine o'clock in the evening, the family dragged their tired bodies back to the hotel.

After Zhang Zhong arranged for Peng Peng to sleep, he also went back to his room to sleep.

Originally, he planned to write a little more "Harry Potter" for the next issue of the magazine, but he was tired after walking all day today, so he put it down for now. Anyway, this issue hasn't come out yet. , the next issue will take some time, so there is no need to rush.

Now this magazine has just started, so Zhang Zhong's decision is to publish a semi-monthly first, and if the market response is not bad, it will be changed to a weekly magazine.

(End of this chapter)