"Xiaobai, what's wrong with you?" The teacher quickly stepped forward to check. Although the student's grades were not good, he had never disturbed other students much. This sudden performance caught the teacher off guard.

But I was still afraid that something would happen to him, so I quickly stepped forward to ask. This was so abnormal.

"Teacher, I...wow...me!" Xiaobai was sobbing and couldn't even speak smoothly.

"Oh, how does a big man cry like this? The whole class is watching you!"

This made the teacher beside him anxious and he thought to himself why he became more and more excited?

"Teacher...I...mobile phone..." Xiaobai was so excited that he had to hold up his cell phone high.

The teacher became even more nervous now. Could something happened at home like this?

In the eyes of the teacher, it is clear that it is forbidden to bring mobile phones in the third year of high school classrooms. Xiaobai is obviously a violation of the rules, but he was able to take out his mobile phone publicly, which proves that something really happened.

The teacher quickly took the phone, and the classmates around him began to comfort Xiaobai and told him not to worry, there would be a solution.

When the teacher opened the phone, he saw that it was a page browsing the web. There was no news of the so-called accident at home on it. He was so shocked that he did this after class.

"Xiaobai, there is no news on your phone. This is a violation of playing with your phone in class! You have played with your phone secretly, how can you cry?"

At this time, Xiaobai finally stabilized his emotions and could speak normally.

"Teacher, please carefully look at the poems that appear on the webpage. I just saw this poem but I couldn't help it."

"Poetry?" All the students in the class were shocked. This reason was too strange. What poetry can make a poor student cry like this?

"The poem on the web page? Could it be this poem "The Song of a Wandering Son"?" Although the teacher was puzzled, he still read the poem quickly.

"How come there is such a poem?" As a result, the teacher also started to shed tears on the spot.

"Teacher, teacher!" The other students in the classroom began to call out the teacher, but the teacher was still immersed in this very touching emotion and could not give a timely response.

"What kind of poem is this? Why did the teacher cry? Teacher, are you still going to continue to do this class today?" Xiaohua, the female class monitor with a ponytail, got up from her seat when she saw the teacher lose control and asked.

"Well...this lesson...is not important! Now, please ask Xiaobai to use his mobile phone to read this poem aloud in our class. This is more important."

The sob teacher made a shocking speech when asked by the class monitor. He mainly saw that few other students brought mobile phones, and their class generally abides by the rules.

Of course, there are a few students who have no hope for learning. They usually turn a blind eye to each other. Given that everyone has no mobile phones, Xiaobai reads the poem to the whole class.

"Ah?" This is the sound of more than 70 students in a class. They have seen a miracle today.

In the surprised eyes of the students, Xiaobai took the cell phone from the teacher's hand and walked directly to the podium, adjusted his state and read the poems on the cell phone seriously.

"The loving mother's hand is in the middle of the clothes of the wandering son."

The whole class immediately remembered their mother when they heard this. What’s strange is that they think it’s the most difficult poem, but it makes it very easy for them to understand. Soon, their mother is sewing clothes for them or

Schematic of tidying up clothes.

Some students with rich emotions were really moved to tears.

Then Xiaobai recited the following poem: "Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Who said that the heart of a grass can repay the spring sunshine?"

This poem describes the mother's love for her children in a very detailed way, starting from the details, and it is very vivid. All the students in the classroom shed tears, and Xiaobai on the stage was moved to tears again.

"Teacher, I decided to study hard in the future and never look at my phone again in class. No matter how bad my grades are, I will still fight to the point, so I can't make my mother sad."

Xiaobai expressed his attitude very seriously and seriously. He decided to sprint hard to welcome the college entrance examination in the last three months of his senior year. He must do his best and not let his mother down.

The whole class and the teacher also nodded solemnly. After the baptism of this poem, their fighting spirit became even more intense, and no one wanted to disappoint their mothers.

Many people finally know that it is difficult for mothers to raise them.

It was time for get out of class to end, so the teacher copied "The Song of the Wanderer" in a book and took the class out of the class and walked directly to the principal's office.

When I arrived at the principal's office, I recommended this poem to the principal.

"Principal Wang, I suggest promoting this poem throughout our school, which will be very effective for students!"

The Principal Wang sitting in front of him was Wang Qingshi from Gufeng Biyuan. When he saw this poem, he naturally knew that it was written by Xia Junnan. Before this teacher came, he was paying attention to the situation in the poetry competition.

"Teacher Yang, your proposal is really good. Let's do this. I'll call the grade directors of each grade and let them implement it quickly!"

"And Teacher Yang, you have a very good idea. This way, the head teacher of your class has never been sure who it is, you can just take charge!"

Teacher Yang didn’t expect his proposal to be so smooth. What’s even more surprising is that the principal actually promoted him to be the head teacher because of this!

The excited Teacher Yang quickly said goodbye to the principal and left the principal's office.

Wang Qingshi, who was sitting on the chair, patted his forehead: "Why didn't I expect this before? Mr. Jun Nan's masterpiece should allow these students to learn more!"

Xia Junnan on the other side did not know the major changes that happened in a high school in reality. He was eating bread while smiling at the comments online.

As he expected, the popularity of the Internet did indeed rise again.

Netizens finally started to read another poem by the handsome man, "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge"

"The moon sets, crows cry, frost is everywhere in the sky, the river maple fishing fire faces the sorrow, Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings at the passenger ship in the middle of the night."

In the eyes of netizens, this is obviously a poem about scenery, which only highlights the poet's lonely mood. However, such scenery makes people yearn for it, and they feel that the scene must be very quiet.

"Where is the Gusu city in the poem? I have never heard of any Hanshan Temple in this world?"

A sharp-eyed netizen couldn't help but ask curiously when he saw the place name in the poem, saying, "This is not a dark person from the country. In fact, people from the country of H have heard of the huge China not all buildings and place names."

Xia Junnan happened to see this comment in the comment section, and couldn't help but reply.

"Gusu City is a city that appeared in my dream. Hanshan Temple is a virtual temple. This is an image and you can just imagine it."
Chapter completed!