Zeng Danqing was suddenly shocked that he hadn't read many modern poems.

Except for "I am gone gently, just as I came softly...... "some people are alive ......", there is no impression.

I haven't read any modern love poems.

He borrowed "Selected Poems of Tagore" from his classmates and read it with fascination.

Later, I bought "Selected Poems of Pushkin" in a bookstore. I also read several classic foreign novels. Such as "Pride and Prejudice", "La Traviata", "The Troubles of Young Werther", "The Count of Monte Cristo", "Crime and Punishment", "War and Peace", "Notre Dame", ......

Language, it turns out that it can be so beautifully organized.

The imagination is so rich. There is infinite romance in poetry. There are no more constraints on thinking.

The construction is so clear. From macro to micro, it's like a microscope.

Every word comes in from every space, and even refracts......

Each place forms a clear depiction.

Everyone's heart, emotions are portrayed in such detail.

The heart of "me" needs to be described, and the same is true of "he" heart.

This is almost nonetheless in Chinese literature.

He seems to have been bound by Chinese literature for too long. You need to think differently.

He was released for the first time in Western literature.

The impressions of the mountains and rivers he has traveled and the past experiences are all in his mind.

He also began to write poetry. Imitate writing.

First of all, he writes ordinary poems, and many things are in his feelings, and also in his portrayals, which are complex and diverse. He only tried to preserve the pure nobility and elegance, abstracting and generalizing it.

After two or three months, several books were full.

The good training in mathematics, physics and chemistry that he had in the past prompted him to complete the delicate depiction of the details of things.

His ability to analyze the whole picture has also improved.

Later, he wrote love poems and eulogized love.

In the days without Xiaoqin, he lost his soul.

After half a year, all the blanks came from not being able to see Xiaoqin.

Without "looking at each other and concentrating on each other", there is no joy that penetrates the heart.

In the days when he could see Xiaoqin, in that most innocent and infatuated moment, in that most exciting time, except for his eyes and heart, he didn't have half a word to describe that feeling, and the description was love.

Now, after experiencing several re-shootings, he has gradually forgotten the wonderful feeling with Xiaoqin under the turbidity.

However, more than ever, he needs to accurately describe love.

Love can be described.

He's going to double down on what he hasn't done before.

After a few months, his heart has turned pale.

Everyone has their own pride.

He needed to reconstruct a world in which he once again had his pride.

He once let his mind go and learned mathematics, physics and chemistry well, which was his pride in the past.

Today, he wants to let go of his thinking, write his own love poems, and rebuild his pride.

He needed an object of admiration to complete his fiery psalms.

Now, it has already entered winter, but his heart is hot.

His body was blazing.

The head teacher of the 36th class is Mr. Zou.

After he retired from No. 1 Middle School, he came to the review class as a full-time class teacher.

His wife, Mrs. Zou, opened a small canteen in a small shop next to the repeating department.

There were twenty or thirty students eating there.

The small cafeteria is a bit small, only two tables for eight people, and can seat up to sixteen people, and the rest of the people have to stand to eat.

Zeng Danqing ate there two or three times, and felt that it was okay, and he has been ordering food there since October (lunar calendar).

There is a girl named Tao Hongmei, who is in the 28th class of Wen, and has been ordering food there.

He saw her class and name on the register registered by Mrs. Zou, and heard Mrs. Zou call her name many times.

Ordering a meal is usually to eat first and pay at the end of the month or beginning of the month, so you need to write down the identity of the diner and the number of meals.

He could see her at least three times a day.

And you can see it for about ten minutes at a time, although it is impossible to watch it all the time.

Every time he saw her, she came here to eat alone and didn't talk to anyone else.

So did he.

On several occasions, she was just in line ahead of him to pick up food.

The bending movement is extremely beautiful.

When she eats in the small cafeteria, she sometimes wears glasses, but most of the time, she doesn't.

She often wears a crimson cotton coat and sometimes a pink jacket.

A head of hair that falls down to the back. The black hair is very beautiful against the red clothes.

The face is also beautiful, with extremely delicate facial features and very well-proportioned proportions.

The skin is delicate and soft like a peach, and it is more slippery like a porcelain doll.

As she picked up her meal, she stretched out her white, slender, silky hands.

That hand was like a magnet, sticking Zeng Danqing's eyes every time.

How happy it would be if he could touch that hand, he thought.

Every time she occasionally met his gaze, her eyes would suddenly light up.

Then he lowered his head shyly, and ate carefully.

The hand pulled, and the light continued to emanate from the fingers.

In that way, the moon is closed.

Zeng Danqing has high school classmates who repeat their studies in class 28.

Zeng Danqing had never talked to anyone about women before.

Not now. Especially he didn't want to talk to people about women who he thought were cute.

Because when you talk about it, in the other person's mouth, it will ruin the image of those lovely women.

In men's mouths, when they talk about women, they always say how vulgar women are, and no matter how beautiful a woman is, she is also commented that she is just good-looking, what will happen to the same, and even say that the man that the beautiful woman likes is just a second-rate person, and that woman is cheap, really cheap, cheap.

Zeng Danqing doesn't think so.

He believed that lovely women were a gift from heaven to the world.

If a man sees it and sees it, it's good, and he should be grateful for the opportunity to see it.

No matter how disdainful the man she likes, it is a combination of some special chance after all.

Who can see a person at a glance? Some judge people by their appearance, some win people by their knowledge, some marry people because of their rhetoric, some are ordered by their parents, some cling to power, some are forced to do so, and some are willing to .......

There are reasons for this. It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, it doesn't matter if it's high or low.

So he has always refused to talk to people about women.

He was afraid to talk about cute women as vulgar.

He wanted to be alone, silently exploring everything about this girl in front of him.

So he didn't ask his former classmates for any information about Tao Hongmei.

He began to write psalms for her in his notebook, secretly.

Her smile and any one of her actions can write countless poems.

She is slightly skinny.

Winter had arrived, and her face was slightly pale when the cold wind blew.

A different kind of morbid beauty, even more endearing.

He wanted to love and pity her infinitely, and love and pity her......