Yuwang Stonehenge, the white bones of the Dian army. The hero's soul returns, the triumphal arch of Wuyuan.

I don't know how to use words to sketch the feeling after reading, in short, I have read Li Yi'an's poem "Life is a masterpiece, death is also a ghost." So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. After the poem, it felt slightly the same.

After Feng Qiwu finished writing the poem, he gestured to me to leave. I got up and motioned for him to see him off, but he refused.

Looking at the back of him leaving in his school uniform, he suddenly felt that this party was just a flat background, and there were only me and Feng Qiwu in the three-dimensional way, maybe in the eyes of others, it was just the opposite, otherwise why didn't Zhu Miao, who has always been sharp-eyed, find the scarf around my neck?

At that moment, I was instantly kidnapped by inspiration, and like a marionette, I wrote after his poem: one, two, three, four, five, six days, seven, eight, ninety, and many years. It's like a few seconds before a dream, or when you wake up from a dream.

After writing it, I felt empty and lonely, and I had no choice but to leave. But there is no purpose, just do what you want, wander around the campus naturally, with no intention of enjoying any night view, let alone thinking about life. Probably because Inspiration was also afraid of loneliness, and when he released me, he detained his soul to relieve his boredom.

Dangling, I was a little sleepy, so I went back to the dormitory, threw the book Zhao Min gave me on the table, and lay on the bed and waited for the spirit to return. When I woke up, I was still the only one in the dormitory.

I raised my wrist and looked at the time, and it turned out that I had only slept for half an hour, but it was difficult to fall asleep after lying down. I had to sit up and take the "Anthology of Tang and Song Poems" on the table, and I was found by Zhou Gong to chat without reading a few poems.

The first period of the second day of the New Year's Day party was the Chinese class, and the head teacher orally conveyed a notice at the end of the class that the next semester would be divided according to the final exam results of the semester.

This notice comes with the cancellation of all Saturday half-day holidays before the winter break, along with the daily midday nap time. In addition, the lunch and dinner time will be changed to 20 minutes every day. As soon as this news came out, I hurriedly asked Zhu Miao for help:

"Hey! Pig, last time you said that you put a secret recipe from Zhu Keliang's mouth to treat neurasthenia, what is it called? ”

"I didn't give it to you last time, but now I want to be late...... That's impossible to drop. ”

"When has this been, and you still have the heart to joke?"

"What's there to be afraid of, take a few more sick days, won't you come back with everything, it's really not good, isn't there a back road for art and sports classes?" Zhu Miao continued disappreciably, "Listen up, eleuthero tablets + soothing brain fluid, the effect is remarkable, Tong Su is not bullied, and it is a must-have product for scholars!"

As he spoke, the bell rang for class.

"! Forgot about going to the toilet. Ay! Master, is there a bottle? ”

"Do you want an inkwell?"

"What are you kidding, at least it has to be eight-treasure porridge!"

"Hah!" After seeing Yan Shi come in, I was stunned and held back the "ha" in the back.

In previous years, classes would be assigned in the third year of high school. The school does not play cards according to common sense this time, the first thing that bears the brunt is our regular class, and what does not affect it at all is the back road in Zhu Miao's mouth, Sun Qiong secretly transferred into the art and sports class that everyone envied but disdained some time ago without telling his father.

Of course, Sun Qiong did not find a way out for himself in advance, his sketches were children's skills, and he once won awards at the Municipal Art Festival. Hua Yue, the head teacher of the art class, has been coveting him for a long time, and this time he got his wish, which happened to meet the sentence that Hua Yue is in the spring breeze.

Since I made an agreement with Zhao Min, although studying is still a chore, it is no longer a torment. It's just that the torment is still there, either/or - there is no time to meet Zhao Min in a clone.

Time never asks for anyone's opinion, and it is always reluctant to pass day and night. The final exam that came as scheduled was not missed because of everyone's dislike, of course, everyone here does not include me, but I don't want to take the exam.

In the last history exam, I handed in the paper fifteen minutes early, and deliberately ran outside Zhao Min's examination room to wait for her. I turned my head but pounced, thinking that she had handed in the paper earlier than me. When I returned to school two days later to get my report card, I still didn't see Zhao Min. I asked Zheng Jie, and she said she didn't know either.

In desperation, I had no choice but to go to Feng Lin, she told me that Zhao Min had transferred to No. 1 Middle School, and asked me with some doubts, "Zhao Min said that she told you in advance!"

Seeing that I denied it, she continued, "On New Year's Day, didn't she say it when she gave you the book? By the way, she wrote a string of numbers at the back of the book, did you read it? ”

When she mentioned the book, I remembered "Anthology of Tang Poetry and Song Lyrics".

After thanking Feng Lin, I rushed back to the dormitory, panting and finding the book, and turned directly to the last white page, and saw that there was a string of numbers 23 08 06/56 02 03 written in pencil on it, and the final signature was printed with a seal

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These numbers are all too familiar, because it was the first love letter I wrote to her in this way. As for the signature seal, I carved it for her. I remember saying that she liked the curves of this function very much.

I replied that in that case, why not engrave its curves on the chapter. She also countered that subtlety is not just a poet's preference. I asked her about the shape of the curve, and she told her that she wouldn't tell me until I surpassed her in math.

Looking at these numbers, I have some bad premonitions in my heart. After several hesitations, I translated them, and the two words "let go" were indeed subtle enough, and I was speechless. Although I was a little disappointed, I was not as sad as I wanted to be.

After the suspension ceremony, I didn't leave school with Qian Duo and returned home, and planned to stay for an extra night. After lunch, they and Shen Xiaofeng were divided into four groups and took turns to play three against three in the afternoon, although they were exhausted, they had a happy time.

After playing basketball, we went straight to the port authority bathroom next to the school and took a hot shower. Winter days are always so short, and by the time we walked out of the bathroom, it was already dark, the street lights were on, the wind was blowing, and it was not only my body that was cold.

I originally planned to go back to the dormitory to eat instant noodles, but under Shen Xiaofeng's stiff drag, I still went to the night market to block a street.

The Night Market stall is located in the heart of the Elm Street Sightseeing Night Market. There are hundreds of semi-open stalls, operating a variety of specialty snacks from all over the country.

When business hours arrive, it's always crowded and lively, even in winter. It's just that the snack street does have a negative reputation for sightseeing, because the vast majority of people come here to have a good bite to eat rather than hang out.

When night falls, the red and blue signs on a white background are lit up, and most of the signs are hung with promotional pictures of snacks and prices on them.

After the queue is selected, it is reported to the owner-chef, who is mostly the owner and chef, and he is in the open kitchen in front of you, either boiling or frying or frying or frying...... Show off the eighteen kinds of martial arts.