The Spring Festival is coming to an end.

After the excitement, it is probably empty.

For students who are about to start school and have not yet started school, this feeling is even stronger.

Li Jilin was busy for the resumption of work in Longjingyuan, because this ordinary canning factory embodies his hard work for more than ten years and a man's unremitting pursuit of career, and his wife Xie Jing finally returned to work at Xiangnan Normal University in Lijin City, the provincial capital, under the operation of her father-in-law. Daughter Li Yufei stayed at home alone, but it hurt her, she was pampered since she was a child, and now she has begun to learn to cook and tidy up the housework by herself, and her best friend Zhao Yingying often comes to play with her, maybe she goes out shopping.

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Liu Zicheng called to say that he had recently purchased several new poetry magazines and wanted to hold a poetry exchange meeting, and by the way, everyone would get together together.

Zhao Yingying is very excited about the idea.

In that era when there were no mobile phones and computers, and information had not yet exploded, the feelings for literature and poetry were still very strong, and literature and poetry were the spiritual rations of young people, and recitals and exchange meetings were very popular. And now there is more than a week before the start of school, Li Yufei thinks it is not bad for everyone to get together and chat, so she called Yu Qingqing and a few good girls in the class, and asked Yu Qingqing to call Wang Xiaokai and a few people to come together, and finally, she thought about it and sent a message to Zhang Yunqi.

She always remembered Zhang Yunqi's BP machine number.

Zhang Yunqi quickly called back, the two chatted, and Li Yufei said: "Liu Zicheng said that he wanted to hold a poetry exchange meeting, in my house, Yu Qingqing and Xiaokai should all come, do you have time?"

Zhang Yunqi asked, "When?"

Li Yufei hesitated: "Tomorrow, the eighth day of the first month." ”

Zhang Yunqi thought for a while and said, "I have a lot of things to do in the eighth year of junior high school, and I may not have time, I'm sorry Yufei." ”

It is not easy to refuse a girl's kind invitation, especially an invitation from a girl who is bubbling beautiful and has a good relationship, but Zhang Yunqi heard that it was the eighth party of the new year, but he still refused.

It's good for everyone to get together, but he has no interest in any poetry exchanges, not to put on a show, but he knows very well that his views and cognitions of society are different from those young people who are full of idealism and lack practical action.

Those poems that are ethereal and sad and unrealistic and only focus on the narrow inner spiritual world, and are unwilling to face the cruelty of reality and strive for self-improvement to closely link their own destiny with the world of society and the country, he really disagrees, not that he thinks very highly of himself, just imagine, how can an ordinary adult who has experienced social beatings indulge in things that are detached from reality with false feelings and false intentions? Just like when we were children, we loved the youth idol drama of Shonan Satellite TV, but when we grew up, we scoffed at it and named it a brain-dead drama.

He is now more keen to watch news and current affairs, or literary works with practical significance and a sense of distress, such as "China's Crisis and Thinking" just finished some time ago, edited by the famous philosopher Li Ming, which tells about the crisis of Chinese humanities and material energy in all aspects at that time, and the whole book is full of a strong sense of distress and family and country feelings. It is worth mentioning that the background of the writing of this book is precisely the atmosphere of Western learning in the late 80s, everyone is full of idealism, and the authors in it are almost the best in various fields of thought, which in turn has influenced the vision of a group of Chinese young people to look at the world.

What do most high school students like now, they like Haizi's "Spring Blossoms", and they like Wang Guozhen's mental hallucinations, but to Zhang Yunqi, it is just a piece of with beautiful colors but no nutritional value, which can only make sensitive people self-intoxicated.

Of course, Zhang Yunqi has no intention of contempt.

Everyone has been young, everyone has gone from naivety to maturity, and he has also had a time when he copied some poems with gorgeous rhetoric and beautiful artistic conception in his notebook and moved himself to a mess. Thomas Man once said, "The duty of a writer is to perceive the evils of the times", then the meaning of poetry is to sing about the feelings of the world, to sing about pain or love, hustle and bustle or loneliness, so that no kind of spiritual outpouring is right or wrong, even if this outpouring lacks practical meaning and is too focused on the superficial feelings of the self.

Of course, the main reason is that the eighth day of the new year is the day when the canneyard resumes work, and a bunch of work is so busy that he is so busy that he still doesn't go to join in the fun.

On this day on the eighth day of the first lunar month.

Early in the morning, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks resounded throughout the Longjingyuan factory.

When Li Yufei got up, the sun outside the window was very warm and warm, she sat on the bed and stared outside in a daze for a while, before she changed her clothes and went out, the living room was empty, her father Li Jilin had already gone out to work, today was the day when the canning factory resumed work, and her father was about to come back in the middle of the night with a full body of alcohol.

When washing, Li Yufei stared at her eyes in the mirror and found some dark circles under her eyes, she didn't sleep well last night, she had some insomnia, and she didn't know why, she kept thinking about Zhang Yunqi's refusal to come over to play, but she was not sad, she never felt sensitive and vulnerable.

After washing, Li Yufei simply ate some bread and milk, read a book for half an hour, and at about ten o'clock, Liu Zicheng and Zhao Yingying came one after another with a group of good friends. In addition, there are also Wang Xiaokai, Tian Zhuangzhuang and Yu Qingqing, who have a good time in Class 156.

Originally, because of Zhang Yunqi, Liu Zicheng and Wang Xiaokai and his group have not been very good at dealing with each other, and they are naturally divided into two boys' camps in the 156 class, and those who are close to Zhang Yunqi are mostly ordinary students, but the masses have a solid foundation and a large number of people。

Of course, Liu Zicheng and Wang Xiaokai did not have any conflict of will in the class, but it is impossible to avoid looking at each other unpleasantly, Liu Zicheng felt that Wang Xiaokai's group of people were mud-legged into the city, their speech was vulgar, their mouths were full of dung, and their quality was really inferior, but Wang Xiaokai's brothers felt that Liu Zicheng was a Yue Buqun who pretended to be a trafficker and practiced "Sunflower Treasure Book", he didn't have much ability, and there were five people and six people all day long, and he seemed to be superior among the boys in the class, and he looked down on people, but it was very different in front of girls, pug, he was a little hypocritical!

Usually everyone plays their own games, and the well water does not interfere with the river water, but today Wang Xiaokai came to play Liu Zicheng couldn't help it, Li Yufei invited, fortunately Zhang Yunqi didn't come, otherwise it would definitely make him uncomfortable than eating.

After everyone arrived, Li Yufei was washing fruits in the kitchen, everyone else was eating snacks in the living room, chatting for a while, and gradually there was an atmosphere, Liu Zicheng seemed to take out a few new issues of the famous poetry magazine "Today" and "Selected Contemporary Avant-garde Poetry" from his bag, which included the representative works of various avant-garde poetry genres since the poetry exhibition, with various changes in language and form, which were very popular with teenagers in the 90s.

When everyone is passing and reading each other, some people often exclaim because of a certain poem that resonates, such as Haizi's "Autumn": "In the hometown of God, the eagle is gathering, the autumn is deep, the king is writing poetry, in this world the autumn is deep, what has not been gained, and what should be lost has long been lost." ”

After reading it, Zhao Chengming, who was invited by Liu Zicheng, couldn't help but comment: "This poem "Autumn" is full of Haizi's personal feelings, and his intuition of the times is quite penetrating. ”

His comments attracted the attention of the girls.

Zhao Chengming is tall and big, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, it seems that the literacy of literature and poetry is not low, which makes people feel very good, and is more talkative, under his leadership, the atmosphere in the living room is also better, a group of people eat fruits and snacks, in the early spring sun, talk about literature and poetry, Gu Cheng, Shu Ting, Wang Guozhen, Haizi. Zhao Yingying also suggested that with the theme of today's resumption of work at Longjingyuan Canning Factory, everyone should make a simple poem.

This idea was unanimously welcomed by everyone, although it was particularly noisy outside because of the resumption of work of the canneyard today, but except for Wang Xiaokaitian Zhuangzhuang, the two foolish hats who were playing around, everyone else took it very seriously, holding a pen and paper to ponder carefully, in fact, sometimes, when you devote yourself to a metaphysical thing, then everything in reality will become insignificant.

It wasn't until after two o'clock that the joyous gathering ended.

After Li Yufei left everyone one after another, only she and Zhao Yingying, who lived in the family area of the factory workers, were left at home, and the two cleaned up together.

When mopping the floor, Zhao Yingying suddenly said to Li Yufei, who was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen: "Yufei, by the way, I want to ask you something, I've been holding it for a long time, and it's hard to talk about the number of people just now." ”

Li Yufei tilted his head: "What?"

Zhao Yingying came to the door of the kitchen, took two grapes from the cabinet and stuffed them in her mouth, and asked with a smile: "Didn't you invite Zhang Yunqi? Why didn't he come today?"

Li Yufei smiled: "People have something, what's wrong?"

Zhao Yingying rolled her eyes: "Is there something? What can it be? You don't call him to come, he has to be busy with this is really not a small matter, it is estimated that he is going to preside over the resumption of work of Longjingyuan Canning Factory today, right?"

Li Yufei was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Yingying's eyes revealed an indescribable deep meaning: "Don't you really hear the wind at all? Unlikely, I heard some workers in the factory gossip this morning, saying that the big boss behind our Longjingyuan is Niu Fen's younger brother, but where did Niu Fen's younger brother come from? However, he really has one in his mother's family! But don't you think this is too amazing?"

Li Yufei was silent.

After a moment, she said, "yes, it's magical, it's hard to imagine." ”

Zhao Yingying saw that Li Yufei's reaction was indifferent, and said, "I said, you already knew about this, right?"

Li Yufei smiled: "What if you know? What if you don't know?

"Why doesn't it matter? ”

"But what does this have to do with you and me?"

Zhao Yingying was stunned, raised her eyes to look at Li Yufei who was washing her hands in front of the pool, the early spring sunlight slanted in through the ivy from the window, and fell on her little face with a few splashes of water, beautiful like a fairy tale.

She said: "I don't know what you think, but maybe there are always some different people in this world, he is not the prince charming of fairy tales, nor is he a heroic knight in Norman epics, he is just an ordinary person living in your life, polite, friendly, unassuming, and inconspicuous, but the energy he contains, his insight into human nature, society, the world and this country, is bottomless, far beyond the scope of our peers." Since we can't recognize it correctly, let's treat it normally, otherwise, we may not even have to do it as an ordinary friend. After all, autumn is deep, what has been gained has not been obtained, and what should have been lost has long been lost. ”

Pls. Sorry for the break for so long.

Recently, I changed jobs and changed departments, and I became a new person, and things are very complicated at work.

This is for objective reasons.

The main reason is that it is difficult to write at the beginning of the new volume, I don't have a good idea of this plot, I rack my brains, I can't think of a route to connect the follow-up plot, and I don't want to be perfunctory, I lie in bed every day, which is extremely painful. But rest assured, I'll be sure to write it well. I also have ideas for the follow-up plot, hoping to speed up on the premise of ensuring quality.

Finally, one more sorry word.

The update is slow, and it is right for genuine readers to scold it. Pirate readers, please don't hit me in the book review section. Life is really hard.