The two of them turned the campus around in the warm winter sun, and Lin Yujing chirped, pointing to Jiang Che to look at her dormitory window, talking about her favorite dishes in different restaurants and the floors where she often stayed in the library......

Jiang Che will not become a poet, and this judgment made him let go of a lot of worries.

There are too many jewels in this era, and at the moment, his few sentences are not top-notch, and secondly, they are incomplete, and they are tossed around by his dog-tailed mink, and they become unshaped, so they will not let him embark on this "road of no return".

Even those people under the podium today, at most, will talk to their roommates in the dormitory later, and mention it in a letter to classmates and friends, saying that we have a classmate's boyfriend to play, and the poems he writes are very interesting.

That's just the level, and there's no problem.

Seriously, if he is introduced in the future and says that Jiang is always a poet, Jiang Che feels that it is better to be said that Mr. Jiang's own expertise will lead to thunder.

Two people sat down on the edge of the lawn.

Lin Yujing easily memorized the "poem" written by Jiang Che, and couldn't help laughing while reciting it, and only then did Jiang Che know that her memory was so terrifying, no wonder she was a scholar.

【Unattainable】

[The yard with trees in the Houhai, the jade with work in the Xia Dynasty, the song after ninety-two, you who talk to me]

After reciting it, she asked: "It's strange why songs after '92 are also unattainable? And why is there a last sentence? Obviously, I will always talk to you." ”

Jiang Che turned his head to look at the tree branches in the distance for a while, and then turned back with a smile on his face, fortunately, Miss Lin was careless and didn't find anything, he said, "It's scribbled." ”

This poem is probably Feng Tang's, or it can also be Alfri Muse's, Jiang Che changed the last two sentences according to Feng Tang's version.

Around the same time, the song "Unattainable Things" also appeared on the blackboard in the lecture hall on the other side.

"Sure enough, there is, but this one is so hazy. ”

Modern poetry, especially the so-called hazy poetry, is inherently incomprehensible, so it is this one, and the poetry lovers under the podium spend the most time analyzing it.

No one can analyze the idea, no one can.

In short, it's still very beautiful, or it's another mouthful of dog food, but the students at this time don't know the other meaning of this word, and the dogs at this time probably don't usually eat dog food.

Zhu Guangxing has completely lost the dominance of the activities.

So far, not to mention others, at least the girls present have completely "collapsed", because for them, as young women in literature and art, it is probably impossible to hear more literary and artistic love words than today as young women of literature and art.

Of course, the girls in their twenties at this time did not know that later, they usually married the most simple confessions.

In addition to Zhao Emei on the podium, Du Xiaoying and several other Lin Yujing's roommates under the podium are discussing at the moment. Fortunately, I just met my quiet boyfriend, and I didn't say a word about the number of falls and ridicules that I had been preparing for half a year, and I simply lost to my appearance, otherwise, I would have to lose again at this time.

Professor Shi, who was sitting at the front of the side of the podium, smiled and waved his hand, suppressed the discussion and said: "Don't analyze, don't analyze, the most difficult thing in the world to understand is love words, not to mention that this is still someone else's love words...... Next, next. ”

So far, the "poems" he has seen and heard are all interesting and exquisite, but to be honest, they are all limited to the matter of "coaxing girls", and he has done it to the extreme.

The old man is afraid that he will listen to the spring heart again, and he will embarrass himself and his wife at night.

He borrowed a pen and paper and began to copy, writing that the surface of the paper was not smooth in a few places, and said with a smile: "This paper is numb with goosebumps." ”

A burst of laughter.

Professor Shi looked up and asked, "Isn't there a song he didn't do to please that Miss Lin?"

This question was inadvertently asked by Miss Lin, who was so enviable.

The professor's words themselves did not have the slightest malice, but it was like grasping a life-saving straw, Zhu Guangxing grasped this word for the first time, but the situation in front of him, if he came forward again, it was obviously inappropriate.

has already been taught a lesson because he is too confident, Zhu Guangxing secretly explained, and the long-haired poet from the foreign colonel picked it up for him and said:

"Professor Shi is right, love poems, especially this kind of playful little love poems, lie in the ocean of poetry, and they are just small instruments, and they do not have much practical significance and inspiration. And none of these poems are structurally complete, and there are many deficiencies in technique......"

He said very professionally, Jiang Che would definitely not be able to argue with him, but unfortunately people didn't even bother to stay here and compete for the level.

This is something that everyone in the room has counted.

Long hair is still talking, you must know that the one before Zhu Guangxing is also a love poem, so Chang found that this remark is equivalent to giving it to him together.

This is Zhu Guangxing's own idea, the poet's self-confidence, the poet's publicity, the poet's self-esteem, Zhu Guangxing has no choice, the president's face fell to the ground, and he had to try to pick it up, so anyway, this piece has been completely lost, so simply belittle it and open up another battlefield.

Jiang Che was not there, which made him glad - so that he would not be counterattacked again.

"I can't say that. Professor Shi opened his mouth to interrupt the long-haired poet's speech, without a tone, and took the words back in a discussion posture: "In fact, just look at the few sentences written in each serious poem, you should have a number, people don't really know how to write, just as a casual game, playing with the girl." If you can lift the weight like this, how can you not write a whole poem?"

This is really a discussion...... But the problem is too merciless.

Just like Lin Yujing said, if he is not serious, he is a bully, Jiang Che has obviously won very thoroughly, and Professor Shi still said with a sincere face that he is not serious.

What do you want President Zhu to do?

A voice in the audience mentioned Jiang Che's previous conversation with Zhu Guangxing, he said: "I am not a poet and can't write poetry. ”

It's better to hear that now. But the problem is that he said so, and he did so, people had already retreated at that time and chose to leave the scene with a "nest", because Zhu Guangxing himself did not give up, and he wanted to step on him......

As a result, he kicked a huge iron plate.

"Besides, these poems are not meant to be shown to outsiders, right?" Professor Shi himself didn't know, and he gave President Zhu a small knife.

The students in the audience thought, yes, this poem, he didn't plan to take it out at all...... Then he glanced at Zhu Guangxing.

On the podium, Zhao Emei was embarrassed, nodded awkwardly, and said, "She left the notebook here, I flipped through it, and then made my own ......."

There was a burst of laughter, and everyone in the audience praised Zhao Emei for doing a good job.

"That doesn't seem like a good thing. The old professor said with a wry smile.

"Hmm", Zhao Emei was a little weak-hearted, opened her arms, and blocked the row of words that had just been written behind her, "Then the last one, do you still want to read it?"

"Since it's inconvenient, otherwise the activity process continues, Brother Guangxing will start over and recite to you the song "Dust" you originally prepared?"

"Dust" is not a love poem, it can take the genre out of the category of love poems that the other party is good at, Zhu Guangxing took out the manuscript, pretended to be embarrassed and said: "This, it's okay, I actually originally planned to share with you this one, its theme is ......"

The old professor still stayed on the dialogue between him and Zhao Emei, and after hesitating, he couldn't restrain his itching after all, and said with a smile: "Anyway, I've watched so much, and it's not bad for this last one, right? Let's watch it first, and then listen to President Guangxing's new work after reading it." ”

The students were just as itchy, and at this time they felt that what the old professor said was simply too intimate, and they responded in unison with laughter: "Yes, good." ”

Zhao E's eyebrows flashed and let go of the poems behind her birth.

The people in the audience, along with Professor Shi, became quiet.

Zhu Guangxing took the manuscript and found that he was ignored.

on the chalkboard.

【Lend Me】

[Lend me a twilight year,

Lend me shards,

Lend me to look ahead and look backward,

Lend me to be stubborn like a teenager.

By the present life in which I grew up in my past life,

By me I have changed as if I had not changed.

By my plain sophistication and understanding foolishness,

Take my foreseeable risk.

Lend me the world of silence,

Lend me the gentleness of recklessness and the solemnity of my play.

Borrow my initial and final dare, borrow my words and do not see.

Lend me an autumn,

But you said it was winter. 】

Finally, it's hazy, it's not just about small love, it's complete, it's profound......

The new battlefield has just been opened up, and this time it was not counterattacked, because he was directly covered with a face before he made a move, Zhu Guangxing silently put away his manuscript, pretended to flip through his pocket, and said to himself: "Hey, you see I'm confused, I forgot to bring that draft." ”

The students put away the laughter, and someone asked, "Can you ask Lin Yujing to ask him to remove the funny part of the poem and write it completely?"

The old professor put away the copied paper and said, "I still don't want it, probably for him, this is the real complete expression." But I'd love to meet him......"

Zhao Emei put away Lin Yujing's notebook...... Didn't say anything.

…………

During dinner, Zhao Emei asked Jiang Che: "Our Professor Shi said that the next issue of the school magazine wants to bring the poems that you wrote half of them, remove the part where you and Jing Jing were playing, and make a continuation essay, do you agree?"

"Disagree. Jiang Che's first reaction was to refuse, and then he thought about it, and felt that it would probably be good to take out these poems and show his face, lest Lin Xi write a passing year after many years, and suddenly find that he had plagiarized and scared himself to death, so he said: "Is it okay not to sign it?

Lin Yujing swallowed a mouthful of food on the side, nodded and said, "Yes, is there a manuscript fee?"

"This. Zhao Emei thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you ask Professor Shi directly?" He just said that he wanted to see you." ”

Du Xiaoying answered: "This can't work, why is he embarrassed to ask Professor Shi for the manuscript fee in person?"

"I'm embarrassed. Jiang Che said.

"He's embarrassed. Lin Yujing said.

All Lin Yujing's roommates, holding chopsticks, forgot to chew, and turned their heads to look at them.

"Manuscript fees, legal income. Jiang Che explained.