Ji Yunyun has always lived at her aunt's house when she goes to school. Because my aunt's house is a fund-raising house behind the school, it only takes five minutes to walk to the teaching building of Fudan High School. Because she can go back to her home in Jin'an District after receiving her report card today, Ji Yunyun got up extra early.

After eating the soy milk fritters that Ji Xin bought, Ji Yunyun rolled up a book of Murong Xue's essays and went to the classroom, preparing to read a book in the classroom for a while to pass the time. When I walked to the teaching building, the two officers of the student union were already on the red list.

Ji Yunyun stopped and looked at the sophomore that had already been posted, and the first place was the eye-catching Su Yuxi, and the latter ones had become foils.

The next one is the red list of the third year of high school, Ji Yunyun's grades are okay, and she also entered the top 20 in the middle exam in the second half of the second year of high school. She felt that she was okay in the exam this time, so she wanted to see if she had a chance to be in the top 20 of the grade.

After the two officers finished posting, Ji Yunyun saw Chen Haoran in the first senior third (2) class, and remembered the fat man who made her hate a little. Sweeping down, without her name, he turned around and planned to go to the classroom.

When I left, I saw that the officer posted a few more papers, Ji Yunyun was a little curious, and when she walked over, she saw the name column filled in with the three words Cheng Xiaoyu, the beauty of the word is so familiar, and the score is 150 points at a glance, full score.

Ji Yunyun was surprised, Chinese can be said to be the most difficult subject to get a full score. In general composition, a neat and tidy paper will give the teacher unlimited opportunities to deduct points. In the history of the Chinese college entrance examination, there is no language that can get a full score. The great writer Ji Xiancheng only scored 148 points in the college entrance examination.

When he saw the second volume, Cheng Xiaoyu deducted two points for writing a wrong word. Ji Yunyun's brain was already a mess when she saw this, why was she deducted two points or a full score. No matter how suspicious I looked back, there were no mistakes with the red ticks in the row.

Until the essay question of the last volume, the extremely familiar topic, with dreams as the theme, Ji Yunyun herself wrote that she dreamed of stepping on the stage of the National Center for the Performing Arts to perform dance.

When I swept over and looked at Cheng Xiaoyu's scroll, I saw that the broken sentence was clear at a glance, and it was obviously poetry. Essay questions are generally not allowed to write poetry, and Ji Yunyun knows it in her heart. Thinking of Cheng Xiaoyu's "The Farthest Distance in the World", I guess he must have written a poem that shocked even the teacher.

Ji Yunyun couldn't wait to approach the bulletin board and read the lines of crazy words on the paper.

There was already someone singing loudly next to him.

"Dreams as Horses" - except for poetry

I want to be a faithful son from afar

and the ephemeral lover of matter

Like all poets who dream as horses

I had to walk on the same path as the martyrs and the clowns

All men will quench the fire

I alone hold this fire aloft

This fire is a great bloom and falls in the sacred motherland

Like all poets who dream as horses

I used this fire to spend the vast dark night of my life

This fire is the language of the great motherland and the Liangshan walled city built by throwing stones

Dunhuang with dreams as soil - the bones that will be cold in July

Like snow-white firewood and hard strips of snow

Horizontally placed on the Mountain of the Gods

Like all poets who dream as horses

I threw myself into this fire, and these three are the lamps that imprison me, and spit out light

Ten thousand people will walk past me to build the language of the motherland

I'm willing to start from scratch

Like all poets who dream as horses

I would also like to sit through the prison

Among the gods, I am the most perishable, with an irresistible speed of death

Only food is what I cherish

I hugged her tightly and hugged her to have children in her hometown

Like all poets who dream as horses

I would also like to bury myself on the high mountains around me and watch over my peaceful home

I am infinitely ashamed in the face of the river

I am in the emptiness of my life, and I am tired

Like all poets who dream as horses

Time flies, and there is not a drop left

There was a horse in the water droplet, and it was all gone

A thousand years later, if I were reborn on the banks of the motherland

A thousand years later, I once again have China's rice paddies and Zhou Tianzi's snow-capped mountains

Pegasus tap

Like all poets who dream as horses

I choose the eternal cause

My career is to be the sun all my life

He is from ancient times to the present day

He was brilliant and bright

Like all poets who dream as horses

Finally I was carried into the immortal sun by the gods of twilight

The sun is my name

The sun is my life

On the top of the mountain of the sun buries the corpse of poetry—the millennial kingdom and me

Riding a 5,000-year-old phoenix and a dragon named "Horse" - I will fail

But poetry itself will triumph with the sun.

Ji Yunyun read it in one go, and always felt that there was a surging emotion in her chest, but there was also a deep sadness of powerlessness. After reading the last paragraph, the teacher wrote down the appreciation with a red pen, which took up more space than the essay she wrote.

Poets pursue lofty and grand goals, "I want to be a loyal son of a distant land"; in their lives, because of their stubborn and noble beliefs, the concrete daily life is barren and unproductive, but they do not mean that "material is ephemeral, it is not worth our diligent, and it must be compared. The role models of poets are those who are proud of the greatness of human poetry, and those poets who have a spiritual utopia. "Like all poets who use dreams as horses", poets are not afraid to live in a repressive and misunderstood world. In the vast dark night of existence, in a "second-rate years", the spiritual flames of faith, purity, bravery, and love that have illuminated human beings have been extinguished one after another. Many poets use this as an excuse to write poems about the void and the absurd, and many poems have become things that defend the absurdity of nothingness. But the poet disagreed, "All people will extinguish the fire, and I alone will lift this fire high / This fire is the sacred motherland that blooms and falls." Here, there is a new understanding of the function of poetry, poetry is a great ascension and redemption, it carries hell and is high up, it wants to maintain its ideal temperament and free dignity, and it wants to resist the decline of the spirit. At the same time as realizing the salvation of the soul, the poet also completes the sublimation of the individual life: "I have to spend the vast night of my life by this fire".

The poet is the one who is deeply contemplating the language (Heidegger) as the "house of the zài". The poet is aware of the essential characteristics of human beings - the obscuration of language, the possibility of clarity and elevation, and the practical basis for the spiritual development of the spirit through guò to save language, so that the understanding of language is related to the understanding of existence and life. Here, the poet writes about his deep attachment to the culture of the motherland and his conscious sense of belonging, "the language of the motherland and the walled city of Liangshan built by the chaos of stones / Dunhuang based on dreams". In addition to the original meaning, the language here also extends to the broader "context" of the cultural atmosphere of the race. These are the "linguistic genealogy" that has been passed down from generation to generation in the spirit of poets, and poets should magnify them, "throw themselves into the fire", "be willing to start from scratch", and "build the language of the motherland". However, in a Chinese intellectual world shrouded in a "sense of cultural failure", it is particularly difficult to reactivate the traditions of the past, which not only tests the poet's comprehension and creativity, but also his confidence and will. It is a kind of predicament that actively seeks and tries to survive the predicament.

"I have wasted my years", I did not write a poem commensurate with his carrying capacity and ambition, "I am infinitely ashamed in the face of the great river". But when a person dies, ambition does not disappear. Thus, the poet imagines his own "rebirth". This "rebirth" is not due to nostalgia for earthly life, but only to continue to write the unfinished grand poems of life. "If I am reborn on the banks of the motherland in a thousand years", "I choose eternal cause". This "eternal cause" is still the writing of "a great poem in which the nation and mankind are united, and poetry and truth are united"! Therefore, the proverb also reflects its glorious side: "The sun is my name / The sun is my life / The sun's mountain top is buried / The corpse of poetry - the kingdom of Gannian and me / Riding a 5,000-year-old phoenix and a dragon named 'horse'", the poet's spiritual atmosphere spreads out, summoning and inspiring the living Chinese poets. Life is fleeting, "I will fail", - "but poetry itself will triumph with the sun"!

This poem is not large, but the realm is extraordinarily broad. In the strong emotional impact, the poet steadily controls the train of thought, and the three levels are in harmony with each other, dialogue, and progression, and the structure is strict and tough. In the lofty ideals and humble feelings, the holiness and fragility of life, the poet's journey and the avenue of poetry...... In these entangled tensions, the innocence of a Chinese poet is written.

This is not an exam essay, this is the most gorgeous and deep sorrow in modern Chinese history.

This is not a high school student, this is a totemic great poet belonging to this era.

Ji Yunyun felt that she was already in a situation where her soul was scattered, she knew that Cheng Xiaoyu's writing was very good, she felt that Cheng Xiaoyu was a talented person from "The Farthest Distance in the World", but she didn't expect that the teacher thought that he was already a poet, what a sacred title for a poet, what a glorious praise.

Ji Yunyun went to look at the math test paper posted next to him again, and there was a zero score. She couldn't help laughing, and when she saw Cheng Xiaoyu answering questions with poetry, she felt that poets were weirdos with personalities. A combination of genius and wonder. I couldn't help but feel relieved about Cheng Xiaoyu's indifferent attitude towards me later. His genius is indeed worthy of pride.

At this time, Ji Yunyun, a female literary youth, had already raised Cheng Xiaoyu's rank to an idol, not a peer. After thinking for a while, Ji Yunyun decided to go back to her aunt's house and paste the song "The Farthest Distance in the World" into the bulletin board.

She just thought on the spur of the moment that such a good poem had to be taken out and shared with everyone.

Then things unexpectedly rushed in the direction of getting out of control, and everyone thought that this was a confession poem written by Cheng Xiaoyu to Ji Yunyun.

Ji Yunyun tried to defend herself a few times, but no one listened seriously, just laughed, saying that her explanation was a cover-up. And she actually doesn't resent other people's misunderstandings, and even has some inexplicable feelings in her heart.