The teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he is worried about the new words.

A group of young people in their twenties, what can they feel about life, as the sunshine generation who have lived under the pampering of their parents since childhood, maybe their material life is not so rich, but at least they have no worries about food and clothing, and they don't have to worry about the tuition fees for studying and whether they can eat enough.

Therefore, the poems they wrote, to put it bluntly, are actually sad autumn and sad spring, some tone words, coupled with gorgeous rhetoric, piled up into a large paragraph of catchy text, which looks like a good poem.

Zhao Fusheng sat there like that, and all the words in his ears kept ringing in his ears, such as "O sea, your vast vastness, like a magnificent ...... of mind", "O blue sky, your boundless beautiful ......".

His brows furrowed, Zhao Fusheng resisted the idea of complaining, and tried his best to make his expression look natural.

There is no way, as an existence with an adult soul, it is difficult for him to let himself have any sense of appreciation for these poems that have nothing to say or even very empty.

Although the people around him think it's not bad, for Zhao Fusheng, listening to a group of people moaning without illness is really not something that can be interesting.

When he had nothing to do, he simply drew cartoons on the paper and occasionally wrote a few words, which were the modern poems in the depths of his memory after hearing the works of this group of people.

Li Zhiyuan was very happy, standing there became the center of a group of people, and it is said that he published a poem in the city's newspaper this month, which can be regarded as very talented.

"The sun is shining

Even the sea is dazzling

Yao was dazzled

The wind was bitter

The people and trees by the sea were blowing and flying

It's like a colorful balloon in the hand of a child in the distance

The waves were lazily rippling on the beach

It's like the loose blues in the headphones

Through floor-to-ceiling windows

Put an end to the cold wind

So the sun warmed up

Just sleeping in the warm sun"

Li Zhiyuan recited the poem he wrote aloud, looking proud, enjoying the praise and praise of the people around him.

"No wonder the reporters of the daily newspaper will choose, it's really good. Someone said loudly.

"Yes, whether it's artistic conception or conception, it's very good. ”

"It seems like it's been a long time since no one in our poetry club has published poetry in the city newspaper. ”

"No wonder Li Zhiyuan can become vice president, this talent is not enough. ”

The discussion around him clearly came into Zhao Fusheng's ears, but the expression on his face was very indifferent, and he nodded gently, which can be regarded as approving Li Zhiyuan's works.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, this poem can be regarded as decent.

In this world, many things seem to be unavoidable, but in fact, they are just excuses made by people for themselves.

For example, what Li Zhiyuan said now made Zhao Fusheng feel ridiculous.

"At that time, I went on a trip with my parents, looking at the scenery by the sea, I thought at the time, maybe life should be like this......" Li Zhiyuan stood there and talked, but his eyes looked at Mu Qingqing from time to time, obviously, he was very proud.

After all, it's a pleasure to be able to show off your talent in front of the girl you like.

"There are things to say, and you can find extraordinary things in life, it seems that Li Zhiyuan has used his heart to observe. Gu Xueyi commented softly.

She is a person who really likes literature, and naturally she is more able to appreciate the taste of Li Zhiyuan's poem, in her opinion, Li Zhiyuan's poem is already a rare good poem.

"Senior sister has won the award, and compared with the two poems that the previous president got back, I am still far behind. Li Zhiyuan's face was full of modesty, as if he saw Zhao Fusheng inadvertently, and suddenly laughed: "Zhao Fusheng, I heard that those two poems were written by your neighbors, I don't know if he has other works?"

The previous two poems were taken by Mu Qingqing from Hu Xia to the Poetry Club, and everyone naturally liked them very much. But for the author of the poem, the crowd was divided into two factions, and some people felt that Zhao Fusheng was telling the truth, and the poem was indeed written by his neighbor. Others thought it was just his excuse.

The evidence for the former is simple, because even Zhao Fusheng's roommate Tan Kaixuan didn't know that he could write poetry.

The latter, on the other hand, felt that if it wasn't written by the author himself, why would Zhao Fusheng remember it so clearly?

But in any case, at Mu Qingqing's insistence, the two poems published in the school magazine still used Zhao Fusheng's signature.

And now, Li Zhiyuan is undoubtedly slapping Zhao Fusheng in the face when he brings it up.

Tan Kaixuan frowned, stood up and opened his mouth and was about to go back, but Zhao Fusheng grabbed his arm and played with the pen in his hand, Zhao Fusheng stood up, glanced at Li Zhiyuan, and said lightly: "No." ”

"Hehe, is it gone, or don't you remember?" Li Zhiyuan smiled and teased: "Jiang Lang is exhausted, just say that Jiang Lang is exhausted, it doesn't matter." ”

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and nodded: "You're right, I really didn't remember." ”

After a pause, he glanced at Mu Qingqing, who was pulling Gu Xueyi to explain something in a low voice, Zhao Fusheng said calmly: "Moreover, I really don't like to write poems. ”

After saying this, he patted Tan Kaixuan on the shoulder: "I still have something to do, let's go first." ”

There's no way, I really can't bear it, I have that time, I might as well go back to the dormitory to read computer programming books, stay here, sooner or later I will be embarrassed to death.

Tan Kaixuan smiled apologetically at Hu Xia and said to Zhao Fusheng: "Don't mind, you come with me, I also have to go back to the dormitory to get something." ”

After saying that, the two of them left directly.

Looking at their backs, the people of the poetry club looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

"Hehe, you see, this person is inevitably too open-minded, I just talked about it, and he actually left. ”

Li Zhiyuan smiled, but he picked himself completely.

And everyone's eyes were focused on Mu Qingqing, after all, they all knew that Li Zhiyuan liked Mu Qingqing, and Mu Qingqing admired Zhao Fusheng's two poems, and everyone had already made up a big drama in their minds, what I love you, but you love him and the like, and obviously, Zhao Fusheng seems to be the loser.

Because from beginning to end, Mu Qingqing did not stop Zhao Fusheng from leaving, nor did he speak for Li Zhiyuan when he mocked him.

"Alright, alright, don't affect our mood for irrelevant people. Gu Xueyi slowly spoke, "Let's continue to read poetry." ”

After all, compared with Zhao Fusheng and Li Zhiyuan, these people in the Poetry Society are closer to Li Zhiyuan, and Zhao Fusheng is an outsider to them.

No one noticed that Hu Xia, who had been silent, had a very unsightly face, after all, Zhao Fusheng was invited by her, but she was ridiculed by Li Zhiyuan, she felt for the first time that although it seemed peaceful, in fact, this poetry club was not so beautiful.

Walked to the place where Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan were sitting before, Hu Xia stood there, his ears were still talking about Li Zhiyuan and others, and there was a piece of paper on the table, on which a huge pig's head was drawn, which looked quite cute, so that Hu Xia couldn't help but show a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The reason is very simple, because the face of the pig's head is impressively written with the word Tan Kaixuan.

Obviously, this was painted by Zhao Fusheng.

Picking up the painting, as soon as he looked at it a few times, Hu Xia was stunned.

"The curtain formed by the sun, the smoke is my soul dancing. ”

"The wounds are real, the memories are real, and the snow falling on the hands is real. But lying on the steps, I wasn't real when death came. ”

"Strangers passing by, may you be greedy and not fat, lazy and not ugly, may you be affectionate and not disappointed, and have someone to accompany you for the rest of your life. ”

When you look up at the starry sky, I am the starry sky. I would like to be in the sky, and stare at you, and the stars are all my eyes. ”

"Drifting on the road, the lights of every city warm the lonely walker. ”

"Consciousness runs through like a storm, and thought is a trolleybus. Not far away, water droplets hovered over the heating pipes, falling vertically.

The threads of time, woven into smiles, thousands of horses galloping in the ticking sound, wandering in the dimples in the distance.

Night walkers in hats stagger in the doorway, in your eyes.

Suddenly, sadness arose, and you said this, leaving the viewer at a loss.

When the lights come on, babies babble, and wisdom comes from the smell of corruption.

Golden light, golden eyes, golden pupils, there is a golden carp, swimming in your eyes. ”

Sentence by sentence, Hu Xia read softly, and gradually, a large group of people gathered around her, at the beginning, everyone was still talking and laughing, but in the end, no one laughed.

"The galaxy is shining, but, parting the mountains and setting aside the forest, sorrow flows quietly. As Hu Xia finished reading the last sentence, there was a moment of silence in the pavilion.