Zhou Zhi walked by the river with his guitar in his arms, looking at the endless high-rise buildings around him, and he felt very depressed.

He was surrounded by a complex of buildings and by the neon lights of the night.

After posting, he lost the ambition he had before he came, and he didn't have the persistence of working hard for several years.

He only felt the rejection of the city towards him.

He misses his hometown even more.

It snowed yesterday, and he had no way to come out and sing, so he could only water the forum in the small dilapidated house in the basement to express his inner depression.

He didn't want to be so depressed and so serious in the online world.

So he's very watery, whether it's teasing or joking, it's like another self.

originally came with the purpose of making friends, but he didn't expect that the entertainment forum would not bring him closer to his dream.

This inconspicuous forum on the Internet can't surprise the slightest wave of entertainment gossip.

But he stayed.

What he didn't expect was that a few years later, his user composition became a "first-line star", and he still achieved nothing.

Even now that the forum has developed, he himself has nothing.

What is the use of empty dreams!

This will be his last two days in the big city.

Let's sing these last two days.

The down-and-out wanderer is about to return home.

Zhou Zhi is the person who knows my heart on the forum.

He didn't look at it after he posted it.

He's going to keep singing.

On the penultimate day of this last day, the final song is sung.

The guitar sounded.

Scattered passers-by walked by, and the cold north wind blew through, taking away his singing.

forum.

At this time, although it was past midnight, there were still many people chatting in the forum.

Yan Xu had already figured out what to send with Wen Rushan's number.

[Theme]: nostalgia;

[Section]: The text carries the road;

[Classification]: Original;

[Poster]: Wen Rushan.

"Homesickness"

Author: Wen Rushan

The song of the hometown is a clear flute

It always rings on a moonlit night

The face of his hometown is a vague melancholy

It's like waving goodbye in the fog

After parting

Homesickness is a tree without annual rings

Never grow old

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This poem was written by Xi Murong, a poet whom Yan Xu particularly liked.

He has bought the complete works of Xi Murong, and he is very familiar with her poems, and he recalls some of his favorite poems.

So the first poem sent out by his vest was Xi Murong's poem.

Impostor her poetry, I hope she can forgive it.

Well, there are later ones, whether it's songs or poems.

But the effect is not as good as imagined, everyone is not here to appreciate literary works, whether it is poetry or something, it is not everyone's main focus.

They are now immersed in homesickness.

Except for this one, no one has replied to any new posts.

They also have a general understanding of some of the top 10 rules of the day, and in any case, the number of replies is the only way to judge the quality of a post.

Yan Xu felt that his posts were going to be drowned in the army of new posts.

This is different from what I imagined!

This is also nostalgia, why don't everyone want to reply? Damn, lack of topicality!

Sure enough, the topic led by others will not work! Next time, you will have to do things yourself.

Well, Great Summoning, look at my army of vests!

Confidant: "The sound of the flute in Qingyuan is the country sound! I am also homesick." ”

The mountains do not turn around: "The moon in my hometown is the eternal light above my head." I miss the moon in my hometown. ”

Ye Yu: "I have a letter from home that I want to send to my hometown. ”

Alas, just three vests, not enough.

But the good thing is that I got to the end of the top ten.

Unleash your skills!

Yan Xu spent 200 entertainment coins to buy a color-changing card, and directly came to a red highlight.

But after using it, Yan Xu found that his post dropped ten ......

There is no such post on the top 10 anymore......

That's it.

Old iron, why are you so unliterary and artistic!

Why don't you give a literary reply.

Yan Xu was originally a little sentimental, but now he was suddenly diluted by this scene.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Whether it is the previous suicide incident, or the marketing after that, or even the song that just ended, which one did not become a hot post in an instant, and it is placed in the top ten places now.

This time, I wanted to be literary and artistic, but I was hit by Waterloo.

Sure enough, Wenqing is a disease and has to be cured.

Do you want to use shock bodies?

Forget it.

There is no one in the latest post, and there is no post of him on the top ten, so it is useless to use the shock body.

That's it.

The well-known singing came from the road, but not many people came.

It's late at night.

When he stopped, he tried to drink water, but it was already cold.

He looked up at the sky, and this time he was really convinced that such insistence was really meaningless.

Sit on the cold stone bench, turn on your phone, enter the entertainment forum, and see what is going on now.

Although it was caused by the Spring Festival self-help guide, he had the idea of going home, but he was desperately eager for one day.

One day, what will he do, hold a big concert or something.

But no, the streets are full of people like him.

Who doesn't have a dream when they come to this city?

Unfortunately, he is leaving.

His place will be vacant and then filled by someone else.

The road we have traveled and the people we have met, we will eventually say goodbye.

Let's call it a day.

Tomorrow is one more day.

Go on.

It's cold, and so is the heart.

He saw "Homesickness".

He was about to wave goodbye to his adopted home, and that unwilling emotion filled his mind.

But what can be done?

His slightly hunched waist disappeared into the night.

Yan Xu's depression at this time had disappeared.

Someone finally found the light of this poem, although it was all water-pasted.

Yan Xu never thought that one day he would be able to be happy with the reply of these water reins.

So speechless, look at what everyone says, anyway, he's used to everyone's messing in.

"Literary youth. ”

"It feels amazing. ”

"Support it. ”

"Passing by the top of the gang. ”

"It's a little hard to understand. ”

"I'm so sleepy after reading it. ”

“......”

The sea is full of water, and the horses are four-legged!

If you want more water, how much water is there, where is the moderator, come and delete the water post.

Why is it that no one appreciates such good poetry?

Does it really depend on status, chronology, and now there is no modern poetry?

Yan Xu is so depressed!

Yes, he was depressed again.

It should really be him who will lead this rhythm, publish the theme of homesickness himself, and then take out this poem after everyone has finished talking!

That's perfect.

It's like now, the rhythm is brought by others, and my own "rubbing heat" rubs under my feet!

Yan Xu wanted to cry without tears.

The atmosphere that was originally created well, and the sentimental atmosphere created was instantly gone.

Explain it yourself.

Zhixin editor: "The first sentence describes the hometown sound, and the second sentence writes the feeling of 'looking up at the bright moon and bowing your head to think of your hometown'." The 'fuzzy' in the back is because the parting time is too long, and then the 'fuzzy' becomes 'melancholy'. Later, it is written that homesickness will not be lost because people get old. ”

It's so embarrassing, no one praises himself, and he will write poems in the future!

Let's write the song first.

It's still the charm of the song.

But the poem will not be written in vain, and its submerged present will sooner or later manifest itself again in the future.

Yan Xu had already figured out which song to choose.

I still have to go out of the horse.