"Damn, this elevator is transparent!" I couldn't help but exclaim.

"Hasn't it always been like this?" Su Heng said.

As the distance from the ground increased, my heart beat faster and faster, my breathing became rapid, my eyes blackened, and a wave of dizziness came towards me, and my body gradually lost its balance.

Seeing that I was about to fall, Su Heng helped me.

"What's the matter, isn't the headache better?" Su Heng asked me.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a fear of heights" I was afraid that he would be worried, so I hurriedly replied.

At this time, Su Heng crossed a trace of strangeness in his heart, "Afraid of heights?" Wasn't Xiaohan afraid of heights before? Does amnesia still cause fear of heights? ”

When the elevator stopped on the 47th floor, it was finally liberated and I felt like my heart was stopping. Why do you think they have nothing to do with building so high?

"The first classroom on the left is your classroom, I'm the penultimate one, and I'll come to you after class." Su Heng said.

"Oh, good." I replied.

"Then I'll go to class first, you can go in quickly," Su Heng said.

Before I could reply, Su Heng ran away.

I walked into the classroom in a daze, "Su Han! Su Han! A girl with a ponytail shouted to me.

I thought to myself: I should know Su Han.

Seeing that I hadn't come, the girl ran over and pulled me over. "Why didn't you answer me for a long time? You don't sit still, wait for Dr. Wu to come in, and you're done! ”

"May I ask who you are?"

"I, I'm Xie Yuanyuan! Why don't you know me after a few days? Where have you been these days? I didn't show up for class for several days. She said.

"Did we know each other before? I'm sorry, but I've had a head injury lately, and I can't remember a lot of things. ”

"Did my second cousin do it!" She said angrily.

"Cousin?"

"It's that Xie Quan, who has the same surname as him, it's really my shame. You talk about you, you are told not to like Yuan Hao, he is a scumbag, I really don't understand why you like it? Xie Yuanyuan said.

Xie Yuanyuan then said: "It's okay, it's okay, anyway, you forgot it now, you just need to remember me, Xie Yuanyuan is your good friend!" ”

Although I still have a lot of doubts about this girl, it should be a good relationship with me, so I replied.

At this time, a plainly and neatly dressed teacher walked into the classroom, and a pair of eyes like a sea of knowledge issued a stern gaze, and suddenly the originally noisy classroom fell silent.

"Dr. Wu is here, move to the seat next to him, he doesn't like the two of us the most." Xie Yuanyuan said.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Dr. Wu teaches literature, and I have the worst literature in the class, he doesn't hate our mother, who does he hate?"

Poor literature, I'm a liberal arts student! There is a lot of literary accumulation. This original Su Han is too different from me!

"Today, let's talk about ancient poetry, first of all, the poet Zhan Wei (this author made up) to describe nature," Dr. Wu said.

What? Zhan Wei? I've never heard of it, so wouldn't it be enough if I asked me?

"Although we can no longer see the natural scene that the author saw at that time, we can use technology to replicate the natural scene of the past, students, you can watch this video," said Dr. Wu.

I looked at the familiar scene in front of me, and my heart thought of home in the 21st century, my parents, my friends, and my heart was inexplicably sour.

"Su Han! What are you doing! Dr. Wu's stern voice instantly pulled me back to reality.

"Since you despise the poems I tell so much, you might as well talk about them." Wu Bo said angrily.

"Why stand still! Come up and talk about it! He added.

Xie Yuanyuan looked at me worriedly, and the other classmates cast gloating glances at me.

In desperation, I walked to the podium.

"Teacher, I don't know how to speak, I'll make a poem!" I said stiffly.

"Oh, you can write poetry. I'd like to see what you've done," Wu Bo said playfully.

I thought to myself: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, poet Yesenin, borrow your poems, I hope you don't blame me.

"In front of my window

There is a birch tree

As if coated with silver cream

Shaggy branches

The lace embroidered by snow is chic

Bunches of flowers bloom

The white tassels are picturesque

In the hazy silence

Jade stands this white birch

Sparkling snowflakes

The birch wandered around

The morning glow is long overdue

It heads to the snowy branches

Another layer of silver brilliance"

(Excerpt from "White Birch" by the Russian poet Yesenin)

After reading, there was silence in the classroom, and everyone looked at me with surprised eyes, even Dr. Wu.

"That's good, what's the name of this poem?" Dr. Wu looked at me with admiration and said.

"White Birch, this poem is called White Birch," I replied.

"Since you wrote the poem, it's up to you to tell me what you want to express," Dr. Wu said.

"White Birch" is written about a kind of resolute tree, called the white birch, the white birch tree in the poem, embodies a kind of noble beauty, both with color changes, and complex dynamic beauty, the white birch tree is noble and upright, is a symbol of his noble personality, and wants to express his love for nature." I thought back to what I had learned in my textbooks.

"That's right, it's good, you go back and sit down!" Dr. Wu said.

I hurriedly returned to my seat to calm my excitement.

"That's awesome! Su Han, when will you do this? Xie Yuanyuan said to me with a look of surprise.

"Well, nothing, nothing, just lying at home for a few days and stumbling into it," I replied humbly.

Ever since I finished reading the poem, Dr. Wu hasn't asked me any more questions in this class. I was able to get through the class safely.

After class, I was about to go out to find Su Heng when Dr. Wu stopped me. "Su Han, come over here"

I walked over nervously.

"You write down this poem, and then write down some of your opinions, I'll take it back and discuss it with others, it's a good write, since there are so many of them, why didn't you show it in literature class before?" He said.

"You think so highly of me, it was only a spur of the moment. I'll give it to you right away," I replied weakly.

I quickly wrote poems on the paper, handed it to him, and ran away from the classroom.

This class made me famous.

Throughout the day, I could hear people talking about me