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Gao Yifei was lying flat on the hospital bed, listening to the footsteps outside, three people came, one of them was Cao Yuanyuan, this is not wrong, she is still humming a free tune, who will the other two be?

Before I could think any further, people arrived, and the first one who came in was Cao Yuanyuan, the second was the snowfall, and the last was the magnolia. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"We're singing the song you wrote, it's so good, you have a real life!" Cao Yuanyuan said as soon as he entered the door.

Gao Yifei opened his eyes upward, like a dog that had been strangled to death with a rope, and his body could only be seen symbolically moving in some places. Cao Yuanyuan regarded himself as the master, and said enthusiastically: "This is the case, he was broken by the hooligans, and the sick man said that he would lie in this place for a hundred days and not be able to move......" "You just listen to the doctor, ill-fated man!"

Chu Yulan put down the fruit she bought, and then looked at Gao Yifei with her eyes, and happened to meet Gao Yifei who was also looking at her with her eyes.

Cao Yuanyuan and Dumping Snow both discovered all this at the same time, and the two of them made their eyes blush and pretended not to take it seriously.

Chu Yulan avoided Gao Yifei's gaze and stood behind Cao Yuanyuan, looking a little scared.

"You all sit down, this is the ward, the air is not good, I'm really sorry!" Gao Yifei said as he looked at them with stiff language and stiff eyes.

"It's normal to listen to him, it's not like a patient is weak when he speaks. The snow group whispered to Cao Yuanyuan.

"They stand for a while and then leave. Cao Yuanyuan said.

Gao Yifei couldn't hear what the three fairies were saying, they were already sitting on an empty bed, and their eyes were looking at Gao Yifei from time to time. There are one or two sentences about Cao Yuanyuan, at this time Cao Yuanyuan is looking at Gao Yifei's face, Gao Yifei does not dodge or dodge, seeing Cao Yuanyuan blushing, as if her companions are saying that she is good to Gao Yifei, and asks her if she is sincere?

"Aren't you playing (malaria), it's hot and hot abnormally, cold and cold abnormally?"

"You can think you can, no one can say for sure. Chu Yulan said.

"I've already ......" Cao Yuanyuan only lowered his head and said, half a sentence is enough, there is no stupid person who doesn't understand.

Can you really understand? Among them, they got it wrong, and the two companions looked at Gao Yifei at the same time, and they were also asking a question in their hearts: How is it possible that this is paralyzed? "I'm going to fetch hot water?" Cao Yuanyuan stood up and looked at his companions and said.

Dumping Snow and Chu Yulan looked at each other, and Chu Yulan said: "Then let's go first, and this 'Eagle on the bank of the Xiaojiang River' will be handed over to you!"

"Yulan, what do you think of this essay I wrote, if you have time, please read it to me!" Gao Yifei turned his face to look at Chu Yulan and said.

Chu Yulan was at a loss for what to do, and looked straight at Cao Yuanyuan and the snow dumping group. Both girls nodded in agreement and said, "You can recite it, and we'll all wait for a while." ”

Chu Yulan walked to Gao Yifei's hospital bed, there are a few books of "The Past", which were not sold when they were brought that time. When she approached Gao Yifei's side, she smelled a rather unpleasant smell, and quickly returned to the two girls as soon as she got the book, borrowing that they all had their own body fragrance, which protected the invasion of bad air.

Chu Yulan turned to page 225 of "The Past" and began to read "The Eagle on the Banks of the River":

"The eagle on the banks of the river

When I was in my third year of college, I went back to the countryside for a vacation during the summer vacation. When I was bored, my mother always told me about it

A man named ...... Murakami said that he didn't graduate from elementary school, and now he is very good at writing articles by self-study, and he got one

A golden cup, sparkling!

Mother's words, I have always been left ear in and right ear out, most of the time just for small talk, you think a mud leg is true

Can you write good literature that has won awards?

After a few storms, the summer holidays have come to an end. Before or during a storm, I like to stop the book I'm reading, or the text I'm scribbling, and look out the window.

Whenever this happens, I always curse these stupid peasants in my heart, and the storm lightning on their heads, like a silver snake wrapped around their necks, round and round, and they just ignore it.

There were also peasants, like scattered flocks of sheep, who were struck by God with lightning and drove back to the sheepfold and back to the village.

Often it was very fast and clear, and a rainbow stretched across the north, south, west, and east, like the sword of divine light of Emperor Kaisan.

Before dusk, listen to the sound of frogs, like the funeral of Jesus, and the people whimper!

The rain flooded the earthworms out of their holes, attracting ducklings to scramble for night food, and some people sang evening songs to return from the fields, and night fell!

The most lively chirping of cicadas is at the beginning of the summer vacation, as if the choir is singing hymns, praising the harvest of the earth and the golden rice again.

In the morning of the last day of summer vacation,...... He is a friend of my brother, and when I was in junior high school and high school, I could often see them talking about life and ideals together.

…… , a person who is not good at talking, a bit introverted and shy.

At least in front of me.

He handed me a notebook, saying that it was his hand, and asked me to show it for him and point out some of the faults.

He blushed a little and thought he was begging me embarrassed......

Is it because of the summer, is it because of my youth that provokes his nature? He asked me if I could find a way to publish some of his works in newspapers and magazines, and told me a story about Chairman Mao writing poems.

Chairman Mao wrote "Spring and Snow in Qinyuan", which was just an ordinary poem at that time, and later some people read it well and began to copy it...... When ****** saw it, he didn't believe that Chairman Mao could write such a good poem. And if you think about it carefully, apart from Chairman Mao, who can have such a wild and highly generalized poetic style?

This is not a good poem that can be written by talent alone!

Because of the success of the revolution, this poem became even more popular all over the country. This despises the world, and looks at the self. This is like the emperor in ancient times, the mother is more precious than the son. This poem can only come from Chairman Mao, and it is just a few words of gibberish when it falls on others!

In the field of art, how many geniuses, how many extraordinary works of art? For various reasons, like a person who dies in a nightmare, no one knows what kind of monster he dreamed of. ……”

Chu Yulan read this before someone knocked on the door, Cao Yuanyuan shushed with his fingers, tiptoed towards the door, and the snow group and Chu Yulan were watching with wide eyes.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]