Several rainstorms poured and attacked in turn, and finally strangled the arrogance of the sun in the cradle, behaved properly, kept to their own places, maintained a modest attitude, and rose and fell in the west step by step, and at the same time, in order to please the people, afraid of the power of the rainstorm, lightning, and thunder, they came slowly with the breeze, and brought this spotless green trees, grass, red flowers, and paths ...... The shining shine is more and more refreshing and transparent——

In fact, "Brother Xian" knew in his heart that it was not how outstanding his literary talents were, that this university was originally a place of "hidden dragons and crouching tigers", and that his achievements were not worthy of pride, but only a regulator for self-defense and counterattack, and a reward for himself.

When you climb to the top of the building after running in the morning, you will also feel comfortable and relaxed; when you stretch out your arms, you will also feel that you have all things and have an open mind; when you look down at the campus, you will also have "green trees and thick summer days, and the reflection of the building into the pond." The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the shelves are full of roses." "Brother Xian" can't help but feel that the goal is the bull's-eye in the distance, and it is also the focus of his attention, when all factors are the goal and the focus, he will eventually achieve his goal and become the focus; the opportunity is not reserved for those who are prepared; the opportunity is reserved for those who persist for a long time, persevere, and do the right thing. Back in the dormitory, sitting on the edge of the bed, the fresh, refreshing air of the morning poured in through the window—

The phone rang in the crisp morning, and only "Brother Xian" was left in the dormitory, and the others took advantage of the cool morning to prepare for a new round of final exams in advance in the few hours of this semester.

"Brother Xian" changed his clothes, stretched out his hand and pressed the "hands-free" button, shouting loudly: Hey-who are you looking for? The other party did not answer for a long time, and there was a noisy voice next to him, "Brother Xian" thought that it was who made the wrong call, and was about to reach out to press it, and the other party said: Who are you--Brother Xian-are you still there?

"Brother Xian" was still busy changing clothes in his hands, but he felt that the voice was very familiar, so he didn't pay attention to carefully identify it for a while, and replied loudly: In-in-in-I am!

"Brother Xian" put on his pants and just put the T-shirt on his head, after listening to it, he was stunned for a while, his clothes were still stuck on his arms and neck, he was a little reluctant, and said hesitantly: Okay-let-Brother Feng, I'll come over later! "Brother Feng" also paused for a while and said: "Brother Xian, we're waiting for you in the office!"

After changing his clothes, "Brother Xian" took his schoolbag, rode his bicycle, and walked through the rising Xuhui, the refreshing wind caressed his body, the clean leaves were glowing with red light, and the world baptized by the rainstorm was like a new one, clear and translucent, and the endless comfort and comfort became clearer and clearer.

The office of the Literary Society, this is the second close contact of "Brother Xian". The door was open, and "Brother Xian" stood at the door, looking in, the furnishings were very simple, two tables were leaning against the back window, facing the door, and behind the seats, there were two cabinets each, and the documents or books and periodicals in them were placed as a whole, and the publications of the literary club could be seen everywhere. The president of the literary club - "Brother Xian" has seen a few times, and he looks like a talent, with a polite literary quality, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses; he just doesn't like to talk very much, and he looks more reserved, and the vice president of the literary club is talking every time he has a meeting, maybe this is also someone's power trick.

The president inadvertently raised his head, and saw the "Brother Xian" at the door, he didn't know him, but he just glanced at it, and then ignored it, and continued to lie on the table and busy with his own business; "Brother Xian" wanted to knock on the door, but saw several people busy in it; when he saw "Brother Feng" squatting on the ground, rummaging through a pile of publications, "Brother Xian" walked straight in, walked to "Brother Feng", and shouted softly: Brother Feng, I'm here, what's the matter?

"Brother Feng" heard this, stood up, saw "Brother Xian", clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "Brother Xian, here, I'll say to the president!" "Brother Xian" picked up a journal casually, flipping through it randomly, since joining the club, he has never submitted a manuscript to the literary club, nor is he pretending to be a gesture, but he has always been haunted by the "regional discrimination" caused by the president's love when he joined the club.

"Brother Xian" was flipping, and "Brother Feng" shouted: "Brother Xian—this is the president!" The president had already walked over, stood in front of "Brother Xian," and shouted a little contemptuously: "Liu-Gui-Xian-right?" "Brother Xian" put down the book, leaned against the table, nodded with a smile, and said with a smile: The president's name is like thunder - I don't know why I invited contemptible people to come today?

The president looked at "Brother Xian" disdainfully, smiled, and said meaningfully: Liu Guixian--I haven't seen him, but I heard his name first! "Brother Xian" sneered a few times, and said: The president - I have won the award - the contemptible people can't afford it - "Brother Feng" listened to the stiff tone of the two of them, so he interjected: "President, Brother Xian, don't you two talk outside, there will be chaos in the house!"

"Brother Feng" said and took two small round stools, put them at the door, and pulled the two of them with his elbows. The president and "Brother Xian" glanced at each other, and the two walked out after each other, politely asking each other to sit down - "Brother Xian" looked at each other and simply sat down first, and the president also sat down with a twist. Neither of them spoke, and after about two or three minutes, "Brother Xian" said: "President, what's the matter—you say, I still have to go to the library!"

The president "um-" for a long time, and said: You are a member of our literary club, why don't you write a manuscript for us?" "Brother Xian" smiled and said: It's not that I don't write, I'm worried that my level will not reach the level of our literary club!

The president smiled "hahaha" and said: Liu Guixian, that's the case, looking for two things for you, one is that our club magazine has always had a column, and we will reprint the works published by members of the literary club in foreign journals;

After hearing this, "Brother Xian" thought for a while, and asked decisively: "President, do you know Zhang Xuemei?" The president couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, looked at "Brother Xian" a little uncomfortably, nodded slightly, and said in a slurred voice: "Recognize-recognize-recognize-what's wrong?"

"Brother Xian" looked at the president's nervous appearance, smiled "hehehe", and said: Don't be nervous, president, Zhang Xuemei is not only my friend, but also the daughter of my mentor! The president couldn't help but widen his glasses, looked at "Brother Xian" in surprise, his mouth was open, and the word "ah-" stayed on the mouth, but there was no sound.