It was a day off, and there was no diving bird around for a long time. For some reason, she felt a little strange feeling all over her body, in short, she was a little lazy, she didn't want to get up, and she lay in a daze.

She vaguely heard the diving bird answering a phone call outside, it seemed to be a long call, but soon she fell asleep hazy again, and she didn't know how long she had been asleep, and she felt that someone had been pushing her there until she woke her up, she barely opened her eyes, and saw the diving bird smiling in front of her, saying: Don't sleep, it's almost noon. I was confused when I slept again.

The butterfly whispered: It's noon?

The diving bird said: Look, the weather is so good outside, shall we go to the movies today?

The butterfly looked at him lazily, a little unconscious, and said: What movie to watch?

The diving bird reached out and pinched her nose and said, "It's such a good weather, go out for a walk, and see what you want."

He woke the butterfly out of bed, and while getting dressed, the butterfly asked, "I heard you on the phone all the time."

The diving bird said lightly: My mother asked me when I would go home for the New Year?

When the butterfly heard it, she suddenly remembered, yes, it's the end of the year, and it's almost the New Year.

But the diving bird over there said lightly: I thought I had just gone back a while ago, so I didn't want to go back, but my mother seemed to be a little unhappy.

The butterfly immediately said: You should go back, this is such an important festival for the New Year, how can you not go back?

Butterfly vaguely feels that she can live alone for a while, which is very energetic.

The diving bird suddenly turned his head, looked at her with a strange, somewhat indifferent expression, his tone was still very steady, and said slowly: You also want me to go back?

The butterfly choked.

The butterfly returned to her home that day and immediately returned to her previous life.

Living with diving birds these days has made her stomach feel very full all day long, and she feels like she has gained a lot of weight.

Although the diving bird is not as exaggerated as Fan Fan, he likes meat food, whether he eats it outside or makes it himself, it is basically meat food. Butterflies can't say that they like to eat raw, so these days with him, eating is very helpless.

Now, she eats alone, and does not hesitate to resume her past hobby, cucumbers are gnawed raw, bell peppers and apple cider vinegar are mixed, millet porridge is boiled, and basically even the meat is free.

After eating for a few days, I felt very comfortable, as if the burden on my stomach and intestines had been reduced a lot, and the whole person felt floating again.

On the day off, it was rare to be quiet in the afternoon, sitting there alone drinking tea, the book that had been bought for a long time and had not been touched for a long time, and finally had time to take it out and look through it. The name of the book is "Chinese Poetry and Rhythm", which analyzes the level and entry of ancient poems, as well as the neatness of battles, etc., in short, it teaches you how to compose poems.

Although butterflies learned these things professionally in college, they are still fur after all.

Poetry is like that, even if you learn these rules and regulations, but it's completely different from actually learning to write poetry. In this book, while talking about the rules, many celebrities' poems are listed, in fact, Lin Daiyu said very clearly in "Dream of Red Mansions", if you don't have a little poetry accumulation in your stomach, how can you write poetry?

How to draw bamboo?

How to write a book without ink?

Gao Ruohan also wrote a lot of poems back then, but modern people no longer pay attention to the rules and regulations such as rhyme and neatness, and the ancients were rigorous and paid attention to every word.

But now, in short, writing poetry is no longer subject to so many shackles, and you can do whatever you want.

But Gao Ruohan is a teacher in the Chinese department after all, she is learning ancient Chinese, and her literary foundation is very thick, so on this basis, the laissez-faire language is naturally extraordinary. The modern poems she wrote are very popular on the Internet. It's just that she gradually stopped writing, she said: Writing poetry is just a hobby.

Now that she is obsessed with family life, she has gradually put aside this noble interest.

But back then, Butterfly secretly read her webpage, and she was very envious, and she wrote really good poems. It's a pity that my father, as a professor of Chinese, can never agree that the women around him have even overshadowed him.

Many men in this world are just so unbearable. He always wants women to look up to him and can't tolerate women surpassing him. How terrible is human self-esteem!

It is said that a publisher once approached her and wanted to publish her poems, but Gao Ruohan said disdainfully: Just look at it on the Internet, what does it mean to publish it?

Her mind, Butterfly understands very well, she is just interested, she doesn't care about fame, she doesn't care about what poetry collections are published, those fame and small profits, she looks at it very indifferently. She said: What if you join the Poetry Society?

This association, or that association, is just wearing this cloak and feeling good about itself.

She is also very strange about these organizations, she likes to write and write, and she wants to set up a special organization, which is an organization, and naturally there will be a leader, and then the people of an organization can fight in the nest, which seems to be very interesting.

A few times when she went out for activities, someone asked her, is she a member of the Poetry Association?

Gao Ruohan shook his head and smiled: I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I'm not, a pure Internet writer. It does not belong to any organization. Wild hands.

Gao Ruohan's tranquil and down-to-earth temperament, butterflies simply appreciate the five-body throwing.

Over the years, the butterfly herself has felt more or less influenced by her. It's just that she doesn't write poetry now, which makes Butterfly feel a little regretful.

Butterfly is far inferior to Gao Ruohan in terms of self-consciousness, when she was studying, she also gave one or two pointers, so Butterfly knows very well that she is an out-and-out, impartial talented woman, full of splendid talent, but hidden in the school, willing to pursue an ordinary and simple life.

Butterfly can't help but think of Lin Motian's master, the story is embarrassing to listen to, not to mention that it is said to be a real beauty, since ancient times, it is really a deep chokehold, even a woman like Butterfly is thinking about it from afar, and feels that it is a pity to not see it in this life.

According to Lin Motian, there were so many men who admired and favored her back then, and that wishful thinking could be turned into a Nile River, and the dragon boats on the river were flooded, and the admirers who came and went were dressed in clouds, saliva and rain, inexhaustible, and bustling.

Gao Ruohan didn't run all the way on the road of strange women, but she changed her style quickly.

Now Gao Ruohan is like a different person, keen on health and beauty. No longer confined to the cold and lonely study life, he really walked out and plunged into the pleasure of enjoying life.