Although I already knew that this was just an April Fool's joke, I still couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive; And the closer you get to the goal, the more panicked you become.

So I stopped, brushed the hair on my forehead with my fingers, exhaled heavily, walked a few steps and stopped, raised my somewhat stiff arm and gently pushed open the front door of Sun Qiong's class.

With a tight voice, he asked the girl who was sitting in the first row by the door, the table was still empty, and her hair was tied up, "Hey! Classmates, excuse me, look for your class Feng Lin. ”

She didn't raise her head, she just twisted back, "Feng Lin, someone is looking for you." It seems that she has a pull-back device around her neck, and after saying that, she automatically resets and continues to bury her head in her exercises.

"Not yet!" I don't know who was very impatient to reply, and the tone was very much like that of some clerk at the window of some agency.

"Hey! Wait a minute. ”

When I heard this, my heart trembled, and I hurriedly turned around and followed the direction of this crisp sound, only to see a girl standing up in the middle of the classroom on my side: with short swallowtail hair, very white skin, exaggerated to say that there is a feeling of clotted fat like snow and blowing bullets can be broken.

She was wearing a short black trench coat and a pair of light blue jeans, and when I got closer, I noticed that there was a snack on her right upper lip near the corner of her mouth, which was quite playful.

When I nodded and smiled at her, I saw a smile on her face and a touch of crimson. Biting my lip lightly, I closed my chin and slowly walked to the front door, I stepped out early and stood under the street lamp in front of the building waiting for her.

At that moment, I was even more uneasy, and I had already thrown out of the clouds why I came. Perhaps the most difficult thing for people to suppress is this seemingly random desire, which arises for some reason, and is deeply affectionate.

"Hello! My name is...... Feng Lin. She held out her right hand to me as she spoke.

I also quickly stretched out my right hand and shook her lightly, "Hello! I'm ......."

"I know, they all call you Master! I read your poems in the school newspaper before, and I remember that there is a poem "Late Climbing Yuwang Mountain": Looking for fragrance and shadow is greedy for joy, and elegance does not have to be ...... with the public"

I hurriedly continued: "The sparse trees are sunny, the flowers and plants are numerous, and the ancient trees are comparable to the shade spots. Suddenly, the birdsong is more secluded, and the sound of the feather is gone......"

"That's so well written!"

I suppressed a slightly trembling voice and replied, "Thank you! I'm glad you like poetry too. ”

"I just like to read it, and I haven't written it."

"Oh, what kind of poetry do you think makes a good poem?" Still a little reserved, I thought about it and asked.

"I don't know much either, but I just think that good poems have full scenes to lay out, and then lyrical and scene-blending, so that they can be more picturesque, more three-dimensional and vivid." She was still calm and talking.

"You're so right! In fact, I also particularly hate the kind of so-called poetry that divides the prose into pieces and blindly lyrical. It's like a poem in the school newspaper that was once voted the best in a certain issue: "What are we, we are the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, with blazing heat and expectations, rising; What are we, we are the flowers of the motherland, growing up clumsily under the sunshine, the rain and dew, and the care of the gardener...... 'If this is also called poetry, then the poet no longer has to dance in shackles!' ”

Under Zhao Min's persuasion, I was finally able to speak in a normal tone and speed, but that's about it.

As for the following thoughts, I can only talk about it later:

Perhaps the people who write such so-called poems are only trying to cater to the tastes of some people, and they do not know it, then they are not only hateful but also pathetic, and this sadness also envelops the people around them and their circumstances, and the only thing that is commendable is that they make some people who still hold on to it more valuable.

"Oh! You memorized this poem, won't it just be disgusting it! ”

"You don't have to memorize limericks like this, well, read them all and memorize them all. It's much easier to remember than the limericks that the geography teacher made up for the knowledge points. ”

"Yes! Instead of memorizing his poems, it is easier to memorize textbooks. ”

"I always feel that where the geography teacher is in class, it is clearly a dazzling poem. You say he is showing off, he has to force us to carry it! ”

"Then have you read the poems of Mr. Chen (that is, the geography teacher) outside of geography?"

"That's not true, and I haven't seen him publish it in the school newspaper, I don't know if it's because he's low-key or disdainful of being with students."

"So isn't your evaluation of Teacher Chen a bit arbitrary? Of course, I haven't read any of his poems outside of geography. ”

"Speaking of which, I really want to ask for advice when I have the opportunity, after all, there are not many people who like poetry." I scratched my head with my fingers and said.

I'll just say that casually. In fact, the current situation of poetry is not necessarily as pessimistic as you said, and I heard that our Chinese teacher and your English teacher are poetry friends. ”

"Roommates? Oh, you mean a friend who writes poetry! I really don't know. ”

"I once read your English teacher Mr. Chu's "Traveling to the West Lake": the next day in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the West Lake, the Sudi Flower Port to the fish capital, 7,000 koi in the color pond, and the moon and moon shadow in the three pools."

"The next day, the Mid-Autumn Festival walked to the West Lake, the Sudi Flower Port to the fish capital, there were 7,000 koi in the color pond, and the moon and moon shadow in the three pools were lonely."

I repeated it, and then said, "Although the scene is written throughout, the love is in the scene, this is simply a model text of love in the scene!" Now it seems that I used to be a little conceited! ”

"Normal! As the saying goes, there is no second in martial arts, and there is no first in literature! Without arrogance, there is no arrogance, without arrogance, what kind of literati are they, how arrogant have literati been since ancient times! ”

I had some brain fever, and casually popped out a sentence: "Listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years!" ”

She stroked her hair and said shyly: "What's the matter, I'm just talking nonsense." By the way, have you read Xu Zhimo's poems? ”

"Gently I go, just as softly I come. I gently beckoned to the clouds of the western sky......"

"Jingle Bell ......"

"Oh! Now that class is over, it seems that we have to say goodbye. I was a little unsatisfied, and said very reluctantly.

"It's okay, it's always going to be in Japan!" She put her right hand on her chest and waved it lightly, "Let's talk next time!" ”

"Hey! Schoolmate. ”

I looked up and saw a basketball rolling in this direction, which reminded me of Ah Huang, who always came home from a monthly break and ran over with his tail wagging and then raised his front hooves to pounce on me.

And that's not all, it has to follow all the way to my trouser leg and smell greasy for a long time. I often wonder if it's because dogs don't understand what thinking is, so they can completely reveal this nature without reservation.

And people are because they understand too well, so they hide and tuck, it turns out that "understanding" is for collecting, and hiding and hiding becomes an antique, and it can be shared, because no one really understands anymore.

When the ball was near, I got up, copied it with one hand, and threw it to the person who asked for it.

When it comes to people who open their hands to ask for the ball, they have to sigh at the wonder of chance!