The wooded side road out of the teaching building is sparsely populated, and the sound of curly fallen leaves stepping on your feet is pleasant.

Not used to holding hands, Lin Yujing walked on Jiang Che's left hand, holding the sweater of his forearm with one hand, pulling slightly, and the ruddy slender fingertips reflected in the white purity were embedded in the black sweater, which was inexplicably moving.

Jiang Che was a little unsure of what to do, and said, "What, it turns out that you can't hear the love poem that the president sent you, so you went to ask your roommate, did you do it on purpose?"

"Hmm. Lin Yujing nodded, and said of course: "No, I'm not deaf." ”

"Let's not talk about that word in the future. Jiang Che was a little worried, and then cried and laughed: "I always think that you have a big heart and are very open-minded, why did you suddenly think about it, it won't be that you have learned from me, right?"

"It's not. Lin Yujing shook her head, turned to look at Jiang Che, with a little emotion, and said firmly: "I have a big heart, but I can't let people bully my boyfriend in vain." ”

"This kind of thing, I have a strong sense of revenge. After she finished speaking, the tip of her nose curled, and she seemed a little proud.

accidentally discovered Lin Yujing's hidden attributes, and then recalled the scene at that time, it was really powerful, but it was unreasonable and unreasonable "revenge".

The two of them walked along the forest road for a while, and Lin Yujing suddenly said, "Oh, I left that notebook there...... But forget it, my roommates will bring it back for me. ”

"Uh, it won't be seen, right?" Jiang Che said a little nervously: "What I wrote in that notebook, if it is really seen, it will make people laugh." ”

Lin Yujing's "poems" have been re-glued with transparent glue, and the roommates should not open them to see them, but Jiang Che wrote them all outside.

If this is seen......

He was a little annoyed, because of the time period, there really wasn't any good poems to copy after 92, for example, he knew that some of Haizi's poems would definitely kill the audience, but the problem was that Haizi had been gone for 3 years at this time.

Not only that, because he was only playing with Lin Yujing at that time, he also copied a few sentences that he barely remembered.

"It's good to see it, obviously you write better than all of them. Lin Yujing leaned over and picked a yellow leaf with beautiful veins and said easily.

Jiang Che was surprised and asked, "Is there one?"

"Yes, some of your sentences will actually move me when I read them, so I think others will too. It's not that you really want to be a poet, that's enough. Those of us who actually read a wonderful sentence have an emotional level. Just talk about writing poems to deceive little girls, those are already affectionate and powerful. ”

Counting the veins of the leaves, Lin Yujing said very seriously.

Jiang Che recalled, it seems that the level of those campus poets just now is indeed not very high, and in contrast, it can probably really cause some damage.

After thinking about it, he was a little annoyed and said, "It's a pity that I ended up writing crookedly." ”

"That's what makes people so bullying...... I mean, not serious, especially bullying. ”

…………

With Zhao Emei's personality and Zhao Shitai's personality, high enthusiasm, and love to toss, even if Zhu Guangxing doesn't ask, she will find a way to read out the wonderful sentences she sees, and vent for Jiang Che, since he asked......

"Okay. Answering easily, Zhao Emei ran directly to the podium and said, "My Mandarin is not standard, so let's read and write." ”

Zhu Guangxing nodded in agreement, retreated and stood in the poet's pile, crossed his arms and watched, as if waiting for a circus burlesque performance, although Jiang Che was gone, but the foreign appearance had to continue.

Is a poem that can make people laugh also called a poem?

On the blackboard: [In my lifetime, we will meet on a narrow road, and we will not be spared]

Mrs. Zhao's Mandarin is not standard, but she writes beautiful chalk words, and there are always so many good students who have to copy questions on the blackboard for the teacher for many years, and this is how she practiced.

The poets and lovers in the audience, who were already ready to laugh, were collectively stunned.

This sentence itself wants to be taken out, it is definitely one of the most beautiful and moving sentences of Lin Xi among literary and artistic youth, with a strong sense of fate, gentle expression, and profound meaning.

The destined encounter is obviously a kind of longing for beauty, but it uses a sentence of "not spared" to describe it, so in just one sentence, people with rich emotions can read many stories.

Most of these poetry lovers in the audience happen to be such people, otherwise it would be difficult to burst into tears again and again.

"It's not a poem. ”

Can't be suppressed by a sentence, in silence, the long-haired poet beside Zhu Guangxing helped to make a judgment.

That's right.

At about the same time, Mrs. Zhao had already written the second sentence, and after writing it, let people aside......

[In my lifetime, we will not be spared when we meet on a narrow road]

[Debt repayment, it is justified, where do you run]

"Poof......

The one with a low laugh has already been sprayed first, and the one with a high laugh has read the two sentences together, turning the two emotions sharply, and I can't help laughing.

Several campus poets who stood firmly in Zhu Guangxing tried to endure it, and they didn't know what to react to for a while.

"So talented...... Ha ha. ”

A joking compliment came out of the girl's mouth, and Zhu Guangxing's face was a little ugly.

"Ouch, there's another way to do this. Zhao Emei suddenly said: "I'll miss it for everyone......"

The crowd immediately quieted down again, focused on anticipation, and she tried to be right, starting from the beginning:

"In my lifetime, we will not be spared when we meet on a narrow road. Before being sensible, after being emotional, it can't last a day. Can't keep it, can't count it, passing years, which year will change your life? Meet two ...... Uh, two Lin Yujing, with a reincarnation of time. ”

Some laughed, some were silent.

"The sentences are so exquisite, if it's the lyrics, it's just perfect. "Modern poetry is overly rhyming and often feels too deliberate," said someone in the audience.

So the conclusion is still not a poem, or a strange poem.

But who cares?

Someone said: "This is simply a confession, one lifetime is not enough...... Good meat. ”

The others agreed, saying that their mouths were numb, but in fact, more smiles were kind, and good things always make people happy physically and mentally, except for those who have a dark purpose in themselves.

In fact, Jiang Che really didn't mean this at the time, he wrote it down at the time, but it was just easy, and at the same time, with a hint that he was destined not to be seen through, and told Lin Yujing, I had an encounter with you in my previous life.

"Anything else?"

"yes, anything else?"

The voice represents expectation, no matter what, Lin Yujing's boyfriend, who just seemed to be "wronged" and left, has aroused more interest.

"Yes, yes, this one is amazing. Zhao Emei is also energetic, she is especially willing to fight for Lin Yujing.

[You can see each other at a glance, and one step is like a heavy city.

The love is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas cannot be flattened. 】

In just twenty words, with a sense of impact, it touched the hearts of some people again. Compared to what Sahara used to be the sea, waiting for a thousand years, obviously, the artistic conception contained in these short twenty words is more than a thousand miles, and it is also a higher level, and the superior is immediate.

There was no recitation, but there was applause, which is extremely rare in poetry club activities.

In the applause, someone said, "Isn't this a head and a tail?"

He was right, Jiang Che couldn't memorize the first half of the poem at all, and the second half of the poem, the author himself didn't seem to have written, and he remembered these four sentences.

Zhao E looked at it, but there were a few more sentences in the notebook, but these few sentences...... Alas, that Jiang Che classmate, can't you let me help you vent your breath?

Someone saw it and asked, "There's still one down there, right? ”

"Nian Nian. ”

"Nian Nian. ”

The call became enthusiastic, and the people in the audience couldn't even wait for Zhao Emei to write, and Zhao Emei didn't want to write, so she said what was this.

"You can see each other at a glance, and one step is like a heavy city. The love is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas cannot be flat......" At this, glancing at the expectant eyes of the audience, Zhao Emei frowned helplessly and continued to read: "Hello, I crossed the mountains and mountains, drifted across the ocean, looking for Lin Yujing, is she there?"

"Library, Library, Library, Library ......"

Although modern poetry does not require rhyme and rhythm, and has no fixed format, it still needs the beauty of rhyme, and at the same time, it needs a sense of wholeness, which has now been destroyed by Jiang Che's "text".

It's a confession again...... is completely unreasonable, and savagely destroys poems to confess.

The laughter came from some people, and the other small number of people sighed depressedly because of the guy's attitude towards "poetry", because they couldn't see the second half of their expectations, and even some were a little annoyed.

The girls don't care.

They thought the guy was cute.

"Half talented, half affectionate and lovely. A literary young woman said.

The kind of heckling with the meaning of "ambiguous" sounded.

The scene was already a little out of control, Zhu Guangxing wanted to stand up and stop it, but before he could speak, there was another cry from the audience:

"Is there anything else?

Zhu Guangxing pressed his hands and said, "Next, there are a few poets who came from other schools to communicate......

He didn't want to hear it anymore.

"Squeak. "The classroom door was pushed open.

Professor Shi, who had silver hair and wore thick glasses, walked in with a smile and said, "I just passed by outside, and this time I will laugh like this when I hear a poetry recital, come in and have a look." ”

The students warmly beckoned Professor Shi to sit down.

In fact, Professor Shi has also been here twice for the exchange of the poetry club, he is a science professor, he is very strong in the professional field, but he is also a lover of literature, which is not very good, but occasionally publishes a short poem or something, and at the same time he is also a consultant teacher of the school magazine, the kind that is particularly close to students.

Seeing the first poem on the blackboard, Professor Shi was stunned and laughed.

When I saw the second song, I hesitated for a moment and asked earnestly, "Is there a full version of this one?"

The student who worked in the school magazine next to him hurriedly leaned over and repeated Jiang Che's "miraculous skills" "reception" to him, Professor Shi laughed again, beat his chest with one hand, took off his glasses with the other, and finally eased up, and shook his head with a smile:

"Which stinky boy wrote it...... Anything else?"