I heard that he was a poet, but he was always unkempt.

The last time I saw him was when he was dressed in old clothes, with messy hair and unkempt hair. Walk into a shop and ask the owner for a bottle of wine.

The boss treated him like a begger, waved him away, and scolded him a few words behind him.

I understand why poets are always lonely.

Maybe he wants to fit in, but he can't find a way.

I watched his emaciated back from afar. The wind blew into his trouser legs, flickering and bulging, like a kite in the sky, crumbling.

The sisters were doing manual work while discussing which good boy they should marry, and my aunt asked me, "Who do we Xiaoyu want to marry when we grow up?" ”

"I want to marry the poet next to our house!" My sister and aunt burst into laughter.

"Why?"

"Because, if I can help him drink, he will write me a lot of poems, poems for me!" I held my head high and replied very happily.

The sisters laughed even harder.

Perhaps, it's because I see the shadow of loneliness and always feel that my heart will wander. How many dark nights have been spent in his gaze. What if there was someone around him? I didn't understand the meaning of getting married, I just thought that getting married was always about being with someone.

One day, in the park, he was sitting on a bench drinking wine when a letter was left next to him.

I walked over to him.

"You're going to marry me?" He looked at me with a smile that is unique to adults looking at children.

Well, I nodded.

"The person who wrote me this letter once wanted to marry me." He took another sip of wine and wept.

"My words count!" I looked at him steadfastly. Adults always lie to people, I'm a child, I don't lie to you.

He closed his eyes with a grimace on his face, as if sleeping was an easy task for him.

He wasn't like that before. The first time I met him, he was still a high-spirited student, a student of Peking University. People praised him as a genius at writing poetry, and he always had an aura on him at that time.

The first time I saw him, it was when I had a fight with my tablemate, and I cried my nose uncontrollably. Hiding under a big tree, I was afraid that I would be embarrassed by others.

He came over and saw me.

"You say, 'What is the meaning of man's life?' In the end, it's just a naïve child, a little blow can make me doubt life, I asked sadly for the new word.

When he heard this, he seemed to be very helpless, and became serious again.

He didn't answer. After a long time, he said, "I bless you." ”

Probably he had thought about this question many times, and his answer was not daring to tell a child.

He's a prodigy, and I can't understand what a prodigy says.

One cloudy evening, in the faint light, he dragged his thin body and lay on the railroad tracks, with a whistling sound, and he never saw the sun again.

He hasn't gone to the sea yet, and he's seen the spring flowers blooming.

The person I was going to marry when I was a child, didn't wait for me.

Even though I'm older enough to understand that this is a shameful remark.