"You can't be too heavy on fame and fortune in learning, you must have the spirit of martyrdom, and it is best to devote your whole life to it. ”

This is a sentence that Han Xianru gave to Jiang Shuiyuan when he was leaving. The spirit of martyrdom was too illusory, and Jiang Shuiyuan had no intention of working Fabruno and Galileo, but the idea of writing a book took root in his heart, and like weeds in late spring, the warm wind blew irrepressibly and grew wildly, making him restless.

"Boss, do you have hemorrhoids?" Wu Zichen saw Jiang Shuiyuan unusually anxiously moving around next to his seat during class, and couldn't help but step forward and ask.

Jiang Shuiyuan pointed to the newly popping pimples on his lips, and said angrily, "Is this what you are talking about?"

The first year of high school is the most youthful age, whether it is a boy or a girl, the pimples on their faces are like their spring sprouting feelings, which will always inadvertently break a tranquility and make you stunned. Even as a skin care expert, Wu Zichen could not escape this catastrophe, one morning woke up and suddenly found a few more bright beauty moles on his face, although he held beauty products from all over the world, plus countless home remedies found on the Internet, internal use, external application, medicinal diet, dietary therapy multi-pronged, acne is still one after another, and there is a tendency of the Yellow River to flood out of control.

Seeing that his face, which had been maintained for many years, was about to be ruined, Wu Zichen's resentment in his heart could be imagined. What makes him even more depressed is that Jiang Shuiyuan never uses any dew, frost or water, every day with a plain face to the sky, the wind and rain come and go, not only does not have the slightest freckles and blackheads, but the skin is as delicate as a freshly peeled egg, no matter how you toss it, it will not produce oil.

Don't they all say that heaven rewards hard work? What is the principle of heaven?

Now that he was poked in the sore spot by Jiang Shuiyuan, Wu Zichen had no choice but to lie back in his seat with a grudge on his face, took out the mirror and skin care products and applied them, while feeling sorry for himself: "What does it mean to have different lives with people? This is a living example! Heaven also, you are wrong to be foolish and foolish. Hey, two tears rippled!"

"Yo, Wu Meinan, this is a mirror grooming, Gu Ying is self-pitying?" Wei Chumo came in and saw Wu Zichen smearing and scratching his head there, and couldn't help but complain.

Wu Zichen glanced at him and said coldly: "I am benefiting others and myself, unlike some people who look unsightly, don't know how to clean up, and bounce around to affect the city!"

Wei Chumo couldn't escape the attack of pimples, I don't know if it was because of physical factors, or because he was too lazy to take care of it, the pimples on his face were even more tragic than Wu Zichen's, which was equivalent to disfigurement, but he didn't care: "Cut! Pimples are the mark of youth, just like baby teeth and fetal hair, no one can escape the baptism of time." You must know that a grandfather without gray hair is a pity, and a grandmother without wrinkles is a horror. ”

Wu Zichen pursed his lips and pointed to Jiang Shuiyuan and Cai Xiaojia behind him: "Then how should these two explain?"

Wei Chumo was a little helpless: "People are inherited by their parents, we don't have such a good life, how can we compare?"

"Sure enough, it's still fate!" Wu Zichen lamented.

Cai Xiaojia saw Jiang Shuiyuan's restless appearance, and asked in a low voice, "Squad leader, haven't you had breakfast?" I still have a piece of steamed bread here, why don't you eat some to cushion the bottom?"

Fourteen or fifteen years old is the time to grow up, coupled with the heavy workload of schoolwork and the amount of activity, students are particularly hungry, especially after three or four classes in the morning, they are so hungry that they can swallow an elephant. There is no shortage of small snacks such as cakes, chocolates, and beef jerky in the schoolbags of well-off students, which can be taken out at any time to satisfy their hunger. Most of those with average family backgrounds buy pancakes, fruits, and egg scones as strategic reserves. Cai Xiaojia is from the countryside, and her family background is not even average, many times she spends a few cents to buy a big steamed bun in the morning, eats half and keeps half of it, and then waits until she is hungry in the morning to lie on the desk and then nibble.

Jiang Shuiyuan waved his hand: "Thank you for the piece of cake, but I have breakfast, and I'm not hungry now." ”

"And who are?"

"I was going to write something, but I didn't know how to start, it felt like an old cow chasing a rabbit – I couldn't do it, I had to go around in circles looking for inspiration. "Jiang Shuiyuan didn't hide it, and it's not a shame to write a book anyway.

Cai Xiaojia tilted his head sideways and asked, "Is the squad leader planning to participate in the Selling Meng Cup Essay Contest?"

"Uh...... Sort of. Jiang Shuiyuan then remembered that the head teacher Zhu Qingjia also assigned another homework to himself.

"What, what, boss, are you going to participate in the Meng Cup Essay Contest?" Wu Zichen immediately turned his head when he heard this, "Boss, you must let the little brother have a sneak peek after you finish writing! Although the little brother has a ghost under his wrist and can't write high-scoring essays, he has read countless ancient and modern Chinese and foreign literary masterpieces since he was a child, and he can be called a god in his eyes. As long as you give me the article to read, my little brother will definitely be able to put forward pertinent opinions and make your masterpiece to the next level!"

"Just because your essays are written in a mess, and you are embarrassed to claim to have read countless ancient and modern Chinese and foreign literary masterpieces? Wei Chumo also turned around, but most of his eyes fell on Cai Xiaojia's face, "In my opinion, you read **Mei", "The Fast History of Love", "Lady Chatterley's Sunny Man" and other ** masterpieces, right?"

"Xiao Weizi, are you treating others with yourself, right? Otherwise, how can you remember these ** book titles so clearly?" Wu Zichen immediately sneered, "Don't believe you, brother, when I was in elementary school, I read "Ulysses", "Reminiscences", and "Zarathustra Said" as extracurricular books, at that time, you kid don't say that you don't know what is a stream of consciousness and what symbolism is, but I'm afraid you don't even know where the prawns fart from, right?"

Seeing that Wu Zichen and Wei Chumo were having a good fight, Cai Xiaojia pursed her lips and smiled slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Class leader, what are you going to write about, youth emotions, campus stories, literature and history, martial arts science fiction, or the world?"

"I haven't figured it out yet. Jiang Shuiyuan replied honestly.

"Then do you want to use any genre?poetry?prose?novel?or argumentative essay?" Cai Xiaojia swept the broken hair on her forehead, "I know that you are good at ancient literature, but ancient literature is very unpleasant in the Meng Cup Essay Competition, judges and readers like novels, prose, and modern poetry is also good." I think you must think carefully and consider the genre carefully!"

Jiang Shuiyuan smiled: "Actually, I'm very good at modern poetry, but you don't usually find it." ”

"Really?"

Cai Xiaojia's eyes were filled with a strange look. Sure enough, for a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl with many dreams, poetry is the most lethal. Hearing Jiang Shuiyuan's ridicule, even Wu Zichen, who was in full swing of the verbal battle, called a pause, staring at Jiang Shuiyuan with half admiration and half doubt: "Boss, do you still write modern poetry?"

"Is it hard to write poetry?"

"Since it's not difficult, then you can write a poem for us to see!" Wei Chumo was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

Jiang Shuiyuan thought for a while: "Then I'll say a poem, the name is "Note". Then he slowly recited:

I ate

Placed

in the refrigerator

plum

they

Probably you

Keep it

Breakfast

Excuse me

They're so tasty

So sweet

It's so cold again

As soon as the words fell, Wei Chumo jumped up: "This is also called a poem? It is clearly a note that breaks sentences at will, and its title is appropriate!"

Jiang Shuiyuan laughed: "Do you think it's not a poem? In fact, it is not only a poem, but also a famous poem recorded in the history of modern literature, written by the famous American poet Williams. Isn't it easy to write poetry?"

Wu Zichen said: "If poetry is like this, it is indeed not difficult to write poetry, and I can also improvise a poem." As he spoke, he shook his head and wrote a poem:

no doubt

I made the pie

It's all over the world

The best to eat

Jiang Shuiyuan cocked his thumb and praised: "Good poetry! Good poetry! Wu usually does not show the mountains and waters, but he did not expect to be quite talented in poetry creation. If you put your heart into practice, you will become great in the future. How about it, are you interested in becoming a poet who wanders the rivers and lakes, wandering all over the world? I have a copy of the "Poet's Crash Course" here, and I will sell it half and give it to you if I have a fate with you today!"

Cai Xiaojia said cautiously: "Class leader, I'm afraid it's difficult to write this kind of poetry to enter the finals, right? It is said that the judges of the contest are all famous scholars and professors, and there are more than 100,000 students participating in each competition, and there are definitely not a few people who write poems." ”

Jiang Shuiyuan said: "Don't worry, I will write the entries carefully." ”

"How can you write it seriously? Change the note into an IOU or a receipt?" Wei Chumo obviously did not think that Jiang Shuiyuan had the talent to write poetry.

Jiang Shuiyuan did not answer directly, but picked up a pencil and wrote two small poems on waste paper at random, and then handed them to Wei Chumo: "If I write carefully, I will write like this." What do you think?"

(a)

This road maybe

Doesn't lead anywhere

But someone came from over there

(b)

I thought I saw a letter on the porch

But it was just a piece of moonlight.

I picked it up from the floor.

How light, this moonlit note,

And a qiē droops, bent like iron, over there.

After reading it, Wei Chumo replied dryly: "I think it's a little better than receipts and IOUs." ”

Wu Zichen immediately snatched the piece of waste paper, and immediately launched a fire attack on Wei Chumo after reading the ten lines at a glance: "Little Weizi, do you think that Boss Jiang's poems are difficult to enter your eyes, then how many poems can you write to open our eyes? Don't stand there and talk without backache, who wouldn't pick your nose and eyes!"

Wei Chu was silent.