Chapter 287 Writing Poetry

Su Zhenting was too lazy to go to the kindergarten when he heard that there was going to be a parent-teacher meeting.

With a useless grandson like Su Tian, ​​he would only be embarrassed if he went to the kindergarten, so it would be better for him to stay at home.

What he didn't expect was that the teacher of the senior class and the head of the kindergarten actually called him in turn, saying that this parent-teacher meeting was very important and asked him to attend it. Su Tian's performance in the kindergarten was also very good recently.

Under the persuasion of the two, Su Zhenting reluctantly went to the kindergarten.

Other parents had already arrived and sat side by side with their children. Chen Wanqiu held Su Ming and sat in the first row. When Su Zhenting saw Su Ming, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

A genius like Su Ming should have been the hope of the Su family's future, but now he is living outside. It's a pity.

Even though Su Tian is also very talented, he is far behind Su Ming.

Moreover, he was not raised in the Su family before, and he developed a bad habit of lying and getting into trouble. His behavior was bad, and he was no longer a talent to be cultivated.

"Grandpa, come quickly, I have cleaned the seats." Su Tian raised his hand excitedly when he saw him.

Su Zhenting sighed in his heart and reluctantly took his eyes away from Su Ming.

The teacher of the senior class quickly arrived in the classroom.

However, she did not report the children's learning situation in recent period as usual in the class meeting, but said that she would let parents and children appreciate a poem together.

"Everyone, listen to it and see if this poem is good." The teacher took out the letter that Su Tian gave her and said loudly, "The sky gate is broken and the Chu River is open. The clear water flows eastward and returns here. The green mountains on both sides face each other, and a lone sail comes from the sun."

After the teacher finished reading, there was a dead silence in the classroom.

Although Su Zhenting did not like poetry, he knew a lot about it and immediately determined that this was an excellent poem.

"This poem's description of natural scenery is a stroke of genius. I have never heard of such a good poem before. I wonder which famous writer wrote it." A parent stood up excitedly. He was a literary historian and was proficient in poetry interpretation. He was also very excited at this moment.

"Yes, although this poem is not long, it is heroic and majestic. The person who wrote the poem must have a broad mind and not be particular about details. I really can't think of which famous writer's style it might be." Another parent who knew a lot about poetry also stood up and said curiously.

The teacher of the senior class smiled slightly, "In fact, this poem was not written by any famous writer, but by a child in our senior class."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Wanqiu heard Su Ming's shocked voice, [Isn't this a poem by Li Bai? How did it become written by my classmate? 】

"That kid is Su Tian!" The senior class teacher waved in the direction of Su Tian, ​​"Little Su Tian, ​​please come to the podium."

The eyes of the whole audience instantly focused on Su Tian, ​​who showed a proud smile and quickly went to the stage.

"This poem was written by little Su Tian. His talent in poetry is really amazing. I think everyone can agree with my point of view." The senior class teacher said proudly.

There are many mathematical geniuses who can do arithmetic problems in this world, but it is extremely rare to have spirituality in literature. Su Tian can write such a poem. He is simply a genius among geniuses.

"I want little Tian to share his experience in learning to write poetry with everyone. What do you think?"

"Good!"

"Good, good, good!"

There was a burst of applause from the audience, and all the parents looked at Su Tian expectantly.

Only Chen Wanqiu was nervously looking up information. She had just heard Xiao Ming say that this poem was written by a man named Li Bai, but she had searched the Internet for a long time and could not find any information about this poet, let alone the poem that the teacher had just read.

Even if she could not find anything, she did not believe that Su Tian could write such a poem. If nothing else, she had raised Su Tian for so many years, and she knew exactly how talented Su Tian was in writing.

Maybe he was a little smart, but he could never write such an amazing poem.

On the stage, Su Tian had already finished talking about his amazing learning and writing poetry, which was nothing more than some repetitive words, such as reading more books and newspapers, drinking less beverages and more water.

But those parents listened seriously, wishing to take his words as an imperial decree.

"Xiaotian, why don't you write a poem on the spot and let all the uncles and aunts see how good you are, okay?" The teacher of the senior class took the initiative to suggest after Su Tian finished speaking.

"Ah..." Su Tian hesitated.

The poem he gave to the teacher was just one of the poems in the envelope the girl gave him, because the girl had told him that he could only give the teacher the poems he had memorized, and he only remembered a little bit of the rest of the poems in the envelope.

"Of course, no problem, Xiaotian, just write one on the spot." He was still hesitating, and Su Zhenting, who was surprised and happy, agreed on his behalf.

Su Tian was forced to do something, and could only recite the only relatively complete poem in his memory, "The moonlight on the bedside...I wonder if it is frost on the ground."

He said that he couldn't remember anything about the last two sentences, and could only stand on the podium and rub his hands awkwardly.

But the teacher was very satisfied and touched Su Tian's head, "Comparing moonlight to frost and snow is really eye-catching. You can improvise such a poem. Xiaotian, you are already very good."

"Yes, although I didn't finish the whole poem in a short time, this sentence is also amazing enough." Other parents also followed suit.

[No, isn’t this Li Bai’s Jingye Thoughts? 】Su Ming was stunned, 【Su Tian is blatantly plagiarizing, and you actually call him a genius? He couldn't even memorize these two sentences, what a genius market trader. 】

In a fit of anger, he recited the entire poem directly. For a moment, he really forgot that there were no famous ancient poets such as Li Bai in this world.

Even the level of poetry in this world is much lower than the world before he wore it.

Seeing that he had become so popular just by memorizing half a poem, Su Tian couldn't help but feel complacent. Maybe he was really a genius in poetry, but no one had discovered his talent before.

"I held this parent-teacher meeting today and asked Su Tian to compose a poem on the spot, not only to prove that he is really talented in poetry and a natural poet, but also to allow parents to care more about their children and explore all aspects of their children. Possibly hidden talents.”

While summarizing the theme of the class meeting, the senior class teacher announced, "Next month, there will be a poetry writing competition in the International Center. I will recommend Su Tian to participate. I hope everyone will pay more attention to it."

"Wait a minute." Chen Wanqiu suddenly stood up, "I have some opinions."

"Mom Xiao Ming, do you have anything to say?" The top class teacher didn't understand.

"Of course." Chen Wanqiu nodded, stared at Su Tian and sneered, "There is no problem in sending children to participate in the poetry competition, but Su Tian blatantly steals other people's poetry, which is not a genius at all, and of course he is not qualified to participate in the competition. "

"Stealing?" The senior class teacher was startled, and then chuckled, "To tell you the truth, when I saw Xiaotian's poems, I also felt that he had appropriated other people's works, so I specifically asked my university tutor."

"I majored in literature in college, and my tutor is proficient in literature and history. Even he said that he had never seen this poem, or even a poem with the same creative style as this poem. You said that Su Tian appropriated other people's works, which is wrong. Is there any evidence?"

"Of course, I will not frame others with empty words." Chen Wanqiu said coldly, "I have seen this poem written by Su Tian just now. The second half of his sentence is to look up at the bright moon and lower his head to miss his hometown."

【Holy shit! How did my mother know the second half of this poem? 】Su Ming was shocked. He hadn't figured out Li Bai's poem from Su Tiantian yet.

【Could it be...】

Chen Wanqiu was startled. She was so excited that she exposed Su Tian in front of Su Ming.

Xiao Ming will definitely find that he can hear his heart.

[Does my mother also know about Li Bai? This is impossible, right? Is she also a modern person? 】 Su Ming touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

That's right, no one stipulates that other modern people can't come to this world except him.

Chen Wanqiu breathed a sigh of relief. Although she couldn't understand what Su Ming meant when he said "modern people came here", it was good that it was not exposed.

In the class, all the parents began to whisper, discussing whether the sentence Chen Wanqiu just said was the other half of the half poem that Su Tian improvised.

Teacher Daban majored in literature in college. After careful analysis, he felt that the second half of the sentence and the first half of the sentence fit perfectly. It not only echoes the occasion and situation of the first two sentences, but also makes the theme of the whole poem. Sublimated.

"Xiao Ming's mother, where did you see this poem? Do you know who its real creator is?" the teacher asked dubiously.

[No one believes it is Li Bai. No one in this world knows Li Bai. I have memorized many of Li Bai's poems. 】Su Ming snorted.