The envelope was engraved with a dark gold pattern, and the bright red fire paint had been opened, and a faint scent of roses emanated from the inside.

A slightly yellowed kraft paper was taken out by Chen Feng, with a few lines of words on it, and Chen Feng, who had studied calligraphy a little, suddenly couldn't take his eyes off when he saw this word.

The words are small, the structure is dense, but the spacing is orderly and atmospheric, the more you look, the more you can appreciate the orderliness of this.

Plain and elegant, if there is a living spring in the mountains, the berth exudes a delicate atmosphere.

He only felt that every word seemed to come to life, its shape was flawless, its meaning was endless, and the only flaw might be that it lacked a little charm.

But when it comes to Shen Yun, even in his time, few people can do it, and Chen Feng only gets a glimpse or two of them in some treasured ancient posts.

In any case, adhering to the principle of words as people, he could not help but be curious and reverie about the person who wrote it.

is a gentle and humble gentleman, or a charming and touching fair lady

"Time flies, the years are in a hurry, the first time we saw it seems to be yesterday, but the parting will be on the eve.

The heart is panicked and slightly confused.

There are reluctances, worries, expectations, and blessings......

All kinds of gods weave silkworm cocoons, and thousands of threads entangle the heart.

Only give a small poem if it is a light boat, and Zaijun will win the first place. ”

Ancient poetry, modern poetry, and prose are a mixture of three different genres that make up this somewhat strange read.

However, the general meaning of this is not difficult to understand.

It was early May when Chen Feng crossed over, and now, it is almost June, according to this world, in half a month, it will be the college entrance examination.

After the college entrance examination, no matter whether the results are good or bad, parting is always inevitable, and those energetic high school juniors will leave Shucha High School and move towards the next stage of their lives.

Three years of high school, bittersweet and sour.

They get up early to read, and recite the Four Books and the Five Classics in the face of the sun or rain; They read at night, endure cold and hunger, and write the words of a hundred schools.

They laugh for the sake of small successes; They wept and hid in silent corners; They learn to grow up when they fall and get up, and they mature in rebellion and flying.

The youngest boys and girls have left the purest youth and the most beautiful memories in Shucha High School, which are indelible traces.

Now, they're leaving.

This is a good thing, but sadness is always unavoidable.

In the invitation letter, every word is stained with this sadness, which is love and injury.

Only give a small poem if it is a light boat, and Zaijun will win the first place. This unregular poem is not only a parting blessing, but also a helpless feeling.

Maybe that's what the school can give to students.

Because what can be given has been given in the past three years, and there is only one blessing left

A poem?

Of course, this is just a referential statement, and it is also excellent to say that it is a gift poem, but it is also excellent to write something else.

Chen Feng picked up the pen, but what he recalled in his mind was his three years of high school, he was like a meteor, rowing in the sky above that high school, which amazed too many people.

His classmates cheered him on by name, and the teachers pursed their lips and smiled at him.

Those former beauty and glory may also be one of the forces that support him to continue to move forward on the road of failure.

A heroic meaning suddenly appeared in Chen Feng's chest.

The faded gel pen in his hand seemed to have turned into a coarse brush, and he waved his big hand and sprinkled it with dripping pen and ink.

"In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north, and the orange island is headed.

Look at the mountains red all over, the forests are dyed; The river is clear and transparent, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely.

Confused, ask the vast earth, who is the master of ups and downs?

……

Chen Feng wrote the words directly on the back of the letter, and the rustling sound was the fierce friction between the tip of the pen and the paper, and it was also the burst of the majestic momentum in his heart

"Bringing hundreds of couples to travel, reminiscing about the past eventful years.

Just a young classmate, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan.

Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat? ”

At the end of a poem, Chen Feng stood in front of the table with his pen unfinished, closing his eyes and meditating.

Taizu's Qinyuan Spring Changsha is one of Chen Feng's favorite words in high school, writing autumn scenes, but sweeping away the meaning of sad autumn.

In late autumn, "the mountains are red all over, and the rivers are clear", writing the magnificent autumn scenery.

The mountains and rivers are also included, all creatures are living in them, and the majestic atmosphere is unbreakable, such as the surging river, and the towering mountains cannot be stopped.

"Just a young student, in his prime." Aren't you talking about these energetic students?

"Pointing out the country and inspiring words." Although Chen Feng couldn't write such a splendid article back then, the pen in his hand was also outlining the ideal country in his heart.

Of course, there are more and greater meanings in this poem, but for Chen Feng, who was young at the time, the resonance that he could feel was enough for him to admire.

With the passage of time, he grew up slowly, and most of his young thoughts were scattered in the trivial things of life, but in this life, he was reminded of the past when he was young.

Recalling the past eventful years, Chen Feng, who has lived for half a lifetime, finally has some understanding of this sentence, his past is still far from Zhengrong, but after all, it is a little unsatisfactory.

But if you are afraid because of this, it is also ridiculous.

Fear?

Chen Feng put down his pen and was about to send the letter of invitation directly to the school magazine, when these two words suddenly appeared in his mind, his movements froze, and it took a long time before he put the letter in front of him and examined it.

But he looked at eye level, more like he was looking in the mirror.

"I really can't get out of this strange circle." He smiled a little self-deprecatingly, with a pale and helpless smile in his smile.

According to the agreement, he should have shown the poem he wrote to Gu Man, and called it "review", but his first reaction after writing it was to send it directly to the school magazine.

In his subconscious, he didn't want Gu Man to read what he wrote.

Just like in his previous life, when he embarked on the road of online writing, he never wanted to present the "failed" works he wrote in front of his friends and relatives, he always used a pen name, hid everything about himself, and silently coded words in the shadows, which was very different from his radiant spirit in high school.

All of this is probably due to fear.

The manuscript was rejected, the new book was poor, and the creative was not motivated...... These setbacks never moved him.

But he is also a human being, and if he is a human being, he will have weaknesses.

Gradually, Chen Feng himself understood that deep in his heart, there was a deep fear hidden.

He is afraid of being denied by those around him, and even more afraid of being denied by himself...... His strength is wrapped in fragile self-confidence, and the slightest mistake will shatter to the ground.

Although this Qinyuan Spring Changsha was not written by him, it was plagiarized by him, but in this world, there has never been such a poem, he is not the author, who is it?

Therefore, he subconsciously wanted to avoid Gu Man, or rather, at the beginning, when he opened the letter and was about to write, he had already subconsciously avoided self-creation, so he chose to plagiarize.

He was afraid, so he chose to run away.

When the whole thing was peeled back by him, the truth seemed so cruel, and after reliving his life, Chen Feng still couldn't get rid of the shackles that bound him in his previous life.

What to do?

Chen Feng was a little panicked, he almost cried.