Chapter 253: Circulating Tenderness
From beginning to end, Lin Yang didn't calm down, and appreciated the original poetry collection called "The Watcher" that the head teacher personally gave him, basically every time he picked up this poetry collection, he turned a few pages casually, and then put the poetry collection in a random manner. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
As everyone knows, whether it is a collection of poems or a novel, it is full of ideas and orders that the creator subjectively wants to express.
The so-called "order" is like a hearty Chinese meal, and its order of serving must also be exquisite, generally it will be in the order of light first and then strong, first salty and then sweet, and first dish and then dim sum.
If you eat dessert first, then the delicacies that follow are destined to not be too much.
The same goes for the hole. On the night of the candle in the room, if the man has not yet raised his gun to fight against the woman, he has already wiped the gun in advance, what is the joy of the boudoir?
There are many things in life, and sometimes, the process will be much more interesting than the result.
As the saying goes, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is invincible, or perhaps it is the stars and moon outside the window, and the poetry is strong.
In order to better deal with the "oppression" of the head teacher, Lin Yang suddenly came to Yaxing, and then carefully opened Zhan Shuzhi's poetry collection, through the touch of his hand, he could clearly feel that the paper of this poetry collection was very thin, and the paper was slightly rough, in addition, there was an autumn leaf in the title page of the book, and the leaf veins were engraved with the marks of the years, and it seemed to retain the rhyme of last autumn.
In the process of reading this book, Lin Yang gradually realized that this "Watchman" poetry collection not only did not have a payment, but also did not clearly mark the price, and he suddenly realized that this poetry collection must belong to Mr. Zhan's private order, and most of the printed copies are not more than a few copies, often used for personal collections.
Thinking that since Teacher Zhan donated the book, he had repeatedly regarded Teacher Zhan's hard work as waste paper discarded at will, Lin Yang finally found out with his conscience at this time, and felt a trace of shame.
Lin Yang, who had a clear conscience, recorrected his attitude and began to carefully turn the page to appreciate the first poem in the poetry collection - "I want to live with you":
"I want to live with you
In a certain village,
Share the endless twilight
and the endless ringing of bells.
In a hostel in this small town
……”
Reading them one by one, before you know it, it is already the last poem, and the genre of the last poem of "The Watchman" is the three-line love letter that was once all the rage.
The so-called three-line love letter is "love you", which is expressed in only three lines. Use three lines to express your love, this is the "three-line love letter".
"Three-line love letter" originated from the Japanese Kanji Association, in order to promote the education of Chinese characters, a poetry genre that often takes something as the theme and requires the author to express it in the form of poems arranged in three sentences within 60 words.
“
I really know that it's hard to stay in a different place
But if that person isn't you
It's useless to be with me every day
”
A simple and straightforward three-line love letter.
At the end of reading, Lin Yang has figured out the specific content of this poetry collection, in addition, the meaning of this three-line love letter, Zhan Shuzhi has expressed it very clearly, Lin Yang is naturally clear at a glance, this poetry collection called "The Watchman" is probably the teacher's story about her love journey with her lover over the years, as well as her watch over this relationship.
"Full score ...... reading comprehension" Lin Yang couldn't help but praise himself in his heart.
If Lin Yang didn't guess wrong, according to various indications, Mr. Zhan should have been in a marathon long-distance relationship in the past few years.
The hardships and pressures in this can be imagined, and I think about it, the long-distance relationship itself is enough to separate a pair of ordinary lovers Lao Yan, plus it is platonic love, no wonder the previous teacher Zhan was so unsmiling, always with a cold face, and was even called an "old-fashioned girl".
However, for this point of view, Lin Yang only speculated on the general meaning of the poem, and he did not dare to draw conclusions about the specific situation.
In addition, Lin Yang personally feels that the beauty of the poem he understands is nothing more than a fit of mind, that is, when you read it, you will be touched, and you only feel that the heartstrings are plucked to produce a wonderful feeling, regardless of the format and grammar.
Just like Lin Yang sometimes, he will feel that some of Zhao Lihua's poems that are ridiculed by netizens for being useless are also very good, once, Lin Yang tried to make pancakes alone in the rental house, opened a bottle of beer and watched the movie and ate with relish, at that moment, he really remembered "A Man Came to Tennessee" that he had mocked: "There is no doubt that the pancakes I make are also the best."
People who like to read poetry are people who are sensitive and care about their own feelings, Zhan Shuzhi's three-line love poem can just touch the hardships of many couples in long-distance relationships, and the mood fits just right, anyway, when I encounter some good poems, Lin Yang feels like a smart person after peeing, and it is very comfortable.
However, compared with the affectionate three-line love letter, Lin Yang was most impressed by the fact that he had seen a three-line "suicide note" on the Internet, who the original author was, Lin Yang had already forgotten everything, but this three-line suicide note, Lin Yang remembered it vividly.
The three-line suicide note reads as follows:
"Buy, buy, buy
This piece of cut cake
I don't want it anymore."
……
Just as Lin Yang was about to close the poetry book, he planned to turn off the computer and go to bed.
A small blank sheet of paper, sandwiched between the pages of the poetry collection, caught his attention.
"Huh?" Lin Yang stretched out his hand and took out the blank paper and looked at it curiously.
It turns out that this blank piece of paper is not blank......
Flipping through the back, there were two lines of numbers and letters written with a red ballpoint pen on the back of the white paper, Lin Yang looked at this beautiful handwriting, and he was sure that these numbers and letters were from Teacher Zhan's hand.
It is no exaggeration to say that from the perspective of a bystander, in Lin Yang's view, Mr. Zhan's handwriting, like flower petals, has a fragrance that spreads far and wide, and it becomes more and more fragrant.
"Wouldn't it? Could this be Mr. Zhan's QQ account and password? Really? Will there be Mr. Zhan's *** or something in the space? Don't......"
With evil thoughts, Lin Yang immediately manipulated the mouse and keyboard with his hands, preparing to log in to the QQ software on the computer, wanting to confirm whether his guess was correct.
In this short process, Lin Yanghu's heart beat faster, and this wonderful feeling of peeping into other people's privacy always makes people feel entangled and contradictory, a bit similar to the joy and shame when he went to steal fruits in other people's fruit groves when he was a child.
"Strange...... Why don't the account and password match ......?"
After logging in to the account password several times in a row, Lin Yang sighed heavily, he was almost sure that either there was a mistake in this account, or there was a problem with the password, or this matter had nothing to do with Ma Huateng at all......
"Ahem...... Thinking too much, it turned out to be empty and rejoicing......"
This unanswerable doubt has been spreading in his heart until he turns off the light and falls asleep with disappointment.
Evening self-study.
Chenghai Teaching Building, 5 floors.
Senior 3 Physics (2) class.
In the classroom, everyone lowered their heads and raised their pens, rustling calculations on their notebooks, no one looked around, and the classroom was very quiet.
In normal times, this situation is normal.
But......
The classroom door was gently pushed open, and Zhan Shuzhi walked in softly on tiptoe.
In order to be able to inspect the learning situation of her classmates unconsciously, Zhan Shuzhi usually takes off her high heels and puts on sneakers when she is in class at night.
Although this is not beautiful, she can sneak into the classroom quietly without making a sound.
At this time, Zhan Shuzhi had already come to the podium, wearing a refreshing pair of sports pants and a short-sleeved T-shirt, her hair had not yet dried, and she looked like she had just taken a shower and rushed to the classroom to sit in class, but the students did not notice it, and all of them bowed their heads seriously to do the exercises.
Looking at this positive scene, Zhan Shuzhi nodded with satisfaction.
No one found her, which shows that the students are studying seriously, which is a good phenomenon.
Zhan Shuzhi had a smile on her lips, and then said softly: "Students, everyone raise your heads." ”
"Ahh
Zhan Shuzhi's sudden sound startled several female compatriots in the front row, and everyone's hearts jumped violently, and they shouted involuntarily, "Ah! ”
Appreciating the surprised expressions of her students, Zhan Shuzhi said with a smile: "Everyone is very serious, no one looked up and found me entering the classroom, very good." ”
Zhan Shuzhi praised it.
At this time, Lin Yang, who was sitting in the back row, also raised his head and stared intently at Zhan Shuzhi, who was standing on the podium with a spring breeze, as if he was in a good mood today.
That night, Mr. Zhan, who was wearing sportswear, looked tall and peachy, with a light body, and his words and deeds were much more dignified and elegant than usual, revealing an indescribable charm between his smile and smile.
(To be continued.) )