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In the evening, there is no wind and rain, and the light of the sunset is gorgeous, and people can't help but be intoxicated.

Longteng University, the path in front of the Curiosity Apartment, people come and go, and the students who go to eat and play have never let this path be idle.

At this moment, Lin Feng was also on the road, looking at the apartment under the sunset not far ahead, how to think about what song to sing in the end, Lin Feng suddenly had a sentence in his heart.

"The most beautiful thing is sunset red."

But it was Lin Feng who saw the apartment at sunset and thought of an apartment he had often heard in his previous life, the sunset red apartment, and this sentence popped up in his mind.

The most beautiful is sunset red, who among the thousands of trillions of people can get the most beautiful name in their lives like sunset red, but it just ends at dusk. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, day by day, every day is depicting the sunset of their own life, there is wine today, and there is no tomorrow when there is drunk, how to talk about the sunset of life. If you want to have the most beautiful sunset red, the only way is ...... Belch!

Thinking, thinking, Lin Feng suddenly stopped this thought, his eyes suddenly lit up, he thought of it.

"The most beautiful thing is sunset red." Lin Feng repeated the words he had just said again, but the meaning of the two times was completely different, that sentence was about the scene, and it was about seeing and feeling. And this sentence is talking about things, the joy of thinking about one's own thoughts, and the idea is inadvertently decided.

"Song, that's it, find a place to record the accompaniment tomorrow." Lin Feng made a plan in his heart and arranged his itinerary for tomorrow.

Stepping into the apartment, there were many people chatting and waiting for the elevator at the elevator on the first floor, Lin Feng did not join their industry, there were stairs next to it, the sixth floor was not very high, and there was no heavy luggage on his body, so why take the elevator. It is better for the body of young people and young people to move more, otherwise when they can't move, they will find that they are actually very lost, and this vivid is too little. This is Lin Feng's idea, life is a scale, more and less, he will always feel that the balance is tilted very much when he calculates the general account for himself at the end.

Of course, Lin Feng would not do it if he didn't go upstairs and persuaded those young people to take the stairs in front of the elevator and not take the elevator. Everyone understands these truths, so why bother, although everyone just understands them. Besides, Lin Feng is not a person who is not persuaded by Lu Jian, he will not impose his will on others if he has nothing to do with him, even if it is a relevant person, if the person is not authorized, Lin Feng will not force it. Life is short, even if you want to do more, you have to respect the individual.

Residents in the city always have close doors to their homes, but in reality they are far away, and the door is always closed. Although the apartment of Longteng University is a dormitory in the fundamental sense, Longteng is in the city after all, and the apartment is actually a residential area, so naturally, the doors facing each other on both sides of the corridor are also closed. As for door-to-door chatting, there is already a lot that four people under one number can say, and the world of four people is actually very complicated.

The door was just closed, and the inside was not closed, Lin Feng knew, he didn't take the key to open the door again, just gently pushed it open. There are not many people chatting in the living room at the door of 606 like behind the other door numbers, they all have their own things, and there is time. Of course, there was no one in the living room, Ning Le was reading a book on the table in the hall, and there was a stack of books and a stack of papers on the table. As for why he didn't go to his house to see it, because he had something. He had something to do with Lin Feng.

"Brother Feng, you're back." Seeing Lin Feng come in, Ning Le greeted.

"Ningle, when did you come back? Have you eaten dinner? Lin Feng nodded and asked. At the same time, he pulled a chair and did it.

"I just came back from dinner." Ning Le said, "Brother Feng, I've been ordering in the library for nearly a day, and this is the fruit of my labor. ”

Ning Le pointed to the stack of books and the stack of papers.

After carefully looking at some slightly old books on the table, Lin Feng looked at Ning Le and said, "Ning Le, can you tell me how you borrowed these books from the library?" ”

The book on the table Lin Feng is no stranger, that is the book list he gave Ning Le, the titles of the books in this world are what he looked up and compared from the Internet, but, this stack of nearly ten, how does the library allow it to be borrowed?

"Brother Feng, this is not borrowed, this is bought." Ning Le looked at the book and said to Lin Feng.

"Bought?" Lin Feng was a little surprised, "Ning Le, as far as I know, any library seems to only be able to enter and exit books, right?" ”

"It's only in but not out, it's just Brother Feng, about different books, they only go in and out, the same is still out. There are new books in these books, exactly the same, these are too long, and the old ones are obsolete. Ning Le explained.

Lin Feng nodded, he understood what Ning Le meant, and replaced the old one with a new one. It's just that Lin Feng still has questions.

"Ning Le, it seems that this old book will not be sold, and it will not be sold to students, right?"

"Brother Feng, you don't know, I asked directly, they are changing new books, right next to me, and then I will do it." Ning Le said with a smile.

"Oh, I see, why haven't you moved into your house yet? Putting it here is distracting them, and they can't use your beautiful series. Lin Feng said.

"I'm tired of moving, rest." Ning Le said with a smile.

Lin Feng visually measured the distance from the table to Ning Le's room No. 1, but did not speak. He understood that there were many people who fell in the short distance at the end.

"Brother Feng, I'm mainly waiting for you here, I want to ask you to help me see the fruits of my labor." Ning Le seemed to hear Lin Feng's wordless words, sneered, and moved the stack of papers in front of his eyes to Lin Feng's eyes.

"What is this?" Lin Feng asked.

"According to the plan you listed Brother Feng, my first refining pen work." Ning Le said, faintly proud.

"Oh, so fast." Lin Feng smiled, picked up Ning Le's 'proud work', and looked at it seriously.

After reading a few lines, Lin Feng frowned.

"Ning Le, there doesn't seem to be anything between these sentences, and you still want me to make abstract associations when you read it?" Lin Feng pointed to the paper and looked at Ning Le, and asked, it seemed to be a little ridiculous, but in fact he was very dissatisfied, this messy sentence is still the result of a day's labor, and writing one, two, three is more coherent than this!

"Ahem, Brother Feng, it's wrong, that's the note I copied, and the following is it." Ning Le coughed and said. You must always look at your own things, otherwise it is easy to make mistakes!

Nodding, Lin Feng didn't say anything more, and adjusted the first one to the end.

"Poetry." Lin Feng looked at the content format and said.

"Brother Feng, low-key, low-key." Ning Le said modestly, "In front of you, some of the sects have made axes. ”

"A faint burst of cooking smoke filled the colorless sky, time flowed in the air full of helplessness, and I didn't know what I had lost ......unconsciously," Lin Feng said silently in his heart.

"This is the result of your day in addition to reading books and buying secretary's notes?" After reading the book, Lin Feng asked Ning Le with a smile.

"Yes, Brother Feng, is there a problem?" Ning Le stopped laughing, Lin Feng's expression made his heart go up and down.

"There's a problem." Lin Feng said bluntly.

"But." When Ning Le was thinking about criticizing himself in his heart, why not revise and revise, grind and grind again, Lin Feng's words took a turn.

"Overall, it's okay, except for some faults, as a day's result, it's pretty good." Lin Feng said, still smiling.

"Huh." Ning Le laughed twice, didn't say much, and he could be regarded as agreed, and he knew that Lin Feng still had something to say.

"I'll tell you the truth, you don't have the realm of adding points and a word that is difficult to move, so Ning Le you don't write a sentence and think twice, if it is coherent, after it is written, every sentence should be like this, after changing a single sentence, and then look at it as a whole. The beauty of poetry lies in each sentence, but also in the overall artistic conception. And each of your sentences can't be taken out separately as a theme, although put together is a meaning, but it is not right to do so, the meaning of each poem is to show the meaning you want to express as a whole. Let's put it this way, in a poem, there are one or two sentences that can have special meaning, but if there are more, it will not work, and it is easy to dominate. Each sentence is meant to serve the whole. Also, every line of the poem can be far away and grandiose, but it can't be like all of them, and it's easy to slide into the air. ......" Lin Feng explained to Ning Le carefully, and Ning Le also listened carefully.

"Brother Feng, I have a question?" When Lin Feng stopped, Ning Le, who had been listening and thinking carefully, asked a question.

"Tell me about it." Lin Feng said. Editor-in-Chief Lin likes others to put forward different opinions when correcting mistakes in the articles he reviews. One person, in the face of problems, often blinds the eyes of Mount Tai, and multiple people are very good. Even people who have grown up in the same way will have different views and thoughts when faced with the same things. And thinking is wealth, increasing one's wealth, to no one, will not refuse.

"Brother Feng, you just said that the beauty of poetry is in every sentence, and then you said that each sentence cannot be taken out separately to become a theme, you see, this is a bit contradictory, without a theme, it is not enough to have connotation, without connotation, then how can it be said that it is beautiful." Ning Le said as he pondered the language of the organization.

"Just this one?" Lin Feng asked.

Ning Le nodded.

Seeing Ning Le nodding, Lin Feng nodded to indicate that he understood, and began to think about it seriously. Why is Lin Feng equivalent to a nonsense question, because this question was beyond Lin Feng's expectations, Lin Feng thought that Ning Le would ask other questions, but he didn't expect to think about it. After all, people can't completely put themselves in the shoes of others.

"If there is no connotation, it is not necessarily beautiful." After thinking for a while, Lin Feng said. He decided to play tricks and then go back around.

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