Xinfeng Garden Bay Community.

After a three-day holiday, Li Luozi returned to his home in the county seat from Tieshikou Middle School.

"Alas......"

Sighing softly, Li Luozi put down the schoolbag and took out another page in the middle layer of the schoolbag.

Falling to the ground behind you

Friend, that's not petals

It's my zeroing heart.

The poem was sent by Yu Bin, but the poem was not written by Yu Bin.

Although Li Luozi had already guessed it, after finding Yu Bin to confirm it today, Li Luozi was still full of emotion.

The age of the third year of junior high school is the age of the flower season, let alone girls.

Although Li Luozi is cold as frost on the outside, he is not like this on the inside.

Even, once Li Luozi's heart was opened, her fiery was better than others.

"I didn't expect a man to have such a delicate mind. ”

"Did she write it to me?"

Li Luozi couldn't help but smile, feeling like she was a little stupid.

This is obviously written by Huang Yifan on behalf of Yu Bin, even if it is written for himself, but this love poem is not written for her.

There are some pity, Li Luozi carefully put this page back in his schoolbag.

"Li Luozi, you should be on vacation these days. ”

After three days of vacation for the high school entrance examination, Li Luozi felt bored, so she boarded the TT.

At this time, a TT number with the remark "Youth Daily Editor Sun Zai'an" sent a message to Li Luozi.

"Uncle Sun, yes, the school is on vacation for three days. ”

"It's not bad to take 3 days off to relax. ”

"There is no relaxation, I will take the high school entrance examination in three days, and I am very nervous. ”

"I don't believe it, what's there to be nervous about with your grades, don't lie to your uncle. By the way, what did you think about what your uncle discussed with you before?"

"This ...... Forget it. ”

"Ah, forget it, Luo Zi, think about it more. You know, there aren't many opportunities like that. You also have the strength, as long as you post a 1,000-word essay in our youth newspaper every day after the high school entrance examination. You must also know that the two writers who are now popular, Guo Cheng and Han Jin, were also from our Youth Daily back then. Although you are still far from the two of them, you are only 15 years old, and your future growth is still very strong, and this is a chance for you to become famous. ”

"Uncle Sun, I'm really sorry. A lot has happened in recent times, and I've started to reflect on myself. I also began to look through the drafts I had written before, and when I looked back, I realized that my writing was so poor. I want to study hard for a while and try to improve my writing a little bit. ”

"Luo Zi, it's good to reflect. But people are always growing, and if you look at the essays you wrote before, of course, they are average, which proves that you have grown and that your level has improved. In addition, writing manuscripts can also be written and studied at the same time. ”

"No, Uncle Sun, you may have misunderstood what I meant. Actually, I feel that my level is far from reaching the level of a teacher, and I still have a lot to learn. In my studies, I didn't want to write these seemingly immature manuscripts at a level that I hadn't yet learned. Because I feel that false vanity will make it difficult for me to make progress in the future. That's why I want to take advantage of the summer vacation to study hard. And ......"

"And what?"

"And I found out that one of my classmates was much better than me. ”

"Much better than you? Luo Zi, don't be kidding. Uncle Sun is not afraid of your pride, in fact, your level has reached the top level of your peers. No, it's not just your peers, you're already more than a big part of your high school students. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have come to you to write a manuscript. ”

"It's true, Uncle Sun. ”

"Really?"

"I swear, Uncle Sun, what did I lie to you. By the way, I have a modern poem written by him here, would you like to read it? ”

"Modern poet, Luo Zi, your ideas are very jumpy. ”

"Uncle Sun, why don't you believe me, I'll send you this modern poem now. However, you can't publish this poem in the newspaper, it's not written by me, it's written by my classmates. Moreover, I did not get his approval, and if he found out that his poems were published in the newspapers, he would definitely scold me to death. ”

"Don't worry, Uncle Sun still has this work ethic. However, Luo Zi, don't fool me with any modern poems. ”

"You can read it and then make a comment. ”

As he spoke, Li Luozi sent a flowering tree of modern poetry to Sun Zai'an. At this time, on the other side of the computer, Sun Zai'an made a cup of tea with a headache, but his heart was dripping, "What is this little girl thinking, I don't want the opportunity to be famous." Gotta call her parents another day. ”

After taking a sip of tea comfortably, Sun Zai'an looked at the computer again after ten minutes.

At this time, Li Luozi had already posted "a flowering tree" on Sun Zai'an's instant TT.

"Modern poetry, hehe, don't tell me that a student in the third year of junior high school can also do modern poetry. ”

Regarding the modern poems sent by Li Luozi, Sun Zai'an didn't pay attention to them at all.

Not to mention a junior high school student, even if you are a university professor, you may be able to make a decent modern poem.

In fact, modern poetry has become more and more embarrassing since the development of the Republic of China.

At that time, because of the rise of vernacular literature, modern poetry was also born.

It's just that the vernacular is written in novels, essays, and screenplays...... and other breakthroughs, but in terms of poetry, it is becoming more and more embarrassing.

The reason for the embarrassment is, on the one hand, that there are not many classic works of modern poetry for nearly a hundred years.

On the other hand, it is also because the setting of the genre of modern poetry itself is too modern and has no planning, and a good poem of a ghost appears.

Squinting, Sun Zai'an casually glanced at this modern poem called "A Flowering Tree".

How to make you meet me

In my most beautiful moments

This is the first line of the poem, and Sun Zai'an read it, as if he didn't feel anything.

Read on.

for this

I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years

Ask it to make us a dust bond

The Buddha then turned me into a tree

Grow by the side of the road where you must pass

It's written in general.,It's the same as what you usually say.,This is also called modern poetry?

In fact, Sun Zai'an really doesn't have much idea about modern poetry, in his mind, like this kind of modern poetry without rules, if you fold a long sentence into a short sentence, then it becomes a modern poem. Or, turn a sentence into a paragraph, and also into a modern poem. Of course, this is just a joke, Sun Zai'an still has a certain appreciation for most of the modern poems that are well written. It's just that modern poetry is too difficult to write and too meaningless, and Sun Zai'an is not particularly interested. Moreover, he did not think that the other party could write any good modern poetry.

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun

The flowers are the hope of my past life

Seeing this, Sun Zai'an suddenly felt that this modern poem was much better.

Although I still haven't found anything extraordinary about this poem, I already feel that some poetry has appeared.

From the original slanted eyes, Sun Zai'an became upright, no longer underestimating this poem, and continued to read it seriously.

When you approach

Please listen carefully

The trembling leaves are the enthusiasm I am waiting for

And you finally walk by in defiance

At this point, Sun Zai'an was already a little excited.

The poetic feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

The artistic conception of modern poetry is getting thicker and thicker.

Reading it, there is already a smooth mouth, a kind of poetic realm breaks out of the paper.

This is the feeling that Sun Zai'an could only experience when he read classic poems before.

Unexpectedly, on this modern poem, this feeling also slowly appeared.

Until, when Sun Zai'an read: The one who fell to the ground behind you, friend, it is not a petal, it is my withered heart.

The whole body trembled, and this flowering tree completely hit Sun Zai'an's heart.

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PS: The brothers are still very powerful, under Xiaobai's cheeky begging everyone to send red envelopes, there are so many friends who support Xiaobai to donate generously. Some people gave Xiaobai a dime red envelope, some gave a red envelope of one dollar, and some gave 5 yuan or 18 yuan red envelopes...... Count carefully, wow, a lot of money, a lot of money, Xiaobai is happy in his heart, this has to be the rhythm. Well, just kidding, the red envelope doesn't matter if it's one or two cents, and it doesn't matter if it's one or two, thank you for your heart.