Zeng Fan was finally woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, but he didn't want to get up at all, and he had a trace of strength all over his body. I had a lot of dreams last night, but I had it intermittently, I didn't have any contact, and I can't remember it clearly. When it was almost dawn, Zeng Fan even dreamed that he went to the boys' toilet, and someone called his name on the roof of the toilet; The roof was trampled so creaking that it seemed to be collapsing. He kept running, but found that he was still in place after running for a long time. He was so anxious that he was dying, but he heard a "bang" again, and a big hole was broken in the roof of the toilet, and the sunlight came in, and the sky was very blue...... A full golden moon hangs in the deep blue sky, and below is the sand by the sea, where endless green watermelons are grown. In the midst of this was a young man of eleven or twelve, with a silver ring around his neck, and he touched a steel fork in his hand and stabbed it with all his might. But he twisted himself and fled from under his step. Zeng Fan woke up suddenly, but he didn't expect that he would desert in his dreams, and dream of a young man on the earth.

Zeng Fan arrived at school and took out the book, but saw the scratch paper sandwiched in the book, on which was a small poem written last night; Because it was written when it was insomnia, it was called "the product of insomnia".

See you for the first time

In front of the classroom door of the first class

Your serene and serious face

Like the bright stars of an April day

Glitter on golden sand beach shells

My poor hands

I don't know where to flee

The heart is like a dense drumbeat

Pounding with a melancholy uneasiness

See you for the second time

At the table tennis table

It is as agile as a clear spring in the mountains

Ding-dong-ding-dong

Play the most beautiful tactfulness in the world

And your shallow smile

Moment

Let all the branches stretch in the wind

See you for the third time

On the other side of the road

Far away

It is like an orchid quietly blooming in a deep valley

In the lovely raindrops

A gentle breeze caressed the lotus leaf-like rolls

But my tongue

Stiff as a piece of wood

Trembling dumbfounded

I'm never afraid of what people do to me

What do you think and think of me?

I'm afraid of that river

Across you

Like fog, like clouds, like smoke

Even if it's a momentary touch

It's all difficult

Looking forward to meeting for the fourth time

Zeng Fan originally wanted to give the "product of insomnia" to An Xue, but thinking about what Sun Haoming said, he didn't have the courage, so he decided to let others see it first. When a man writes a love letter, he hopes that the girl he likes can see it, and other irrelevant people also hope that they can appreciate his literary brilliance and infatuation.

As Zeng Fan's new tablemate, Jiang Jianguo watched the "product of insomnia", and he actually had insomnia during class, which made the teachers in class a little overwhelmed. At the end of class, Jiang Jianguo asked Zeng Fan: "Did you write this thing?" ”

"Of course I wrote it, don't ask me questions like this that don't match your IQ in the future." Jiang Jianguo's question made Zeng Fan tilt his head.

"You can't have copied it from somewhere, right?" Jiang Jianguo was skeptical.

"Have you read the Book of Songs?" Zeng Fan asked disdainfully.

"'Wet wipes'? Of course, not only have I seen it, but I have also used it. ”

Zeng Fan snorted: "The Book of Songs is the birthplace of love poems, I have watched it since I was a child, and writing a few poems is nothing to me." ”

Zeng Fan was so proud that he almost read out the "poem" he wrote when he was a child. Zeng Fan went to his grandfather's house every winter and summer vacation when he was a child, and his grandfather loved books like his life, but unfortunately he didn't have the life to read books. My grandfather came back from serving as a soldier in Xinjiang, got married, and had children, so he didn't have the heart to read anymore, so he had to pin his hopes on the next generation, and told them from an early age that "there is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book". It's a pity that Zeng Fan's uncles only remembered gold, but they lost interest in books, and they all went to business to earn gold. My grandfather is angry to death, but there is nothing he can do.

When Zeng Fan went to his grandfather's house, his grandfather found that Zeng Fan had grown up in Shanhe Town, where gambling and drinking were common, and he was not infected as a gambler, so he told him the "Book of Songs". Where does Zeng Fan know what "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the River Island" "Book of Songs", fortunately he likes to listen to stories, and his grandmother is impatient, so he just listens to his grandfather.

Grandfather's ideals were suppressed for too long, and finally pinned his ideals on his grandson, regarded him as a genius, and asked him to compose poems without teaching him for a few days.

I love braised chicken thighs,

And then there's the chicken neck.

There's only one thing I hate the most,

It's that.

After reading it, my grandfather praised his grandson. I thought that although the poems are all about food, after all, "eating color" is just human nature; If you guide him more in the future, he will be a great thing.

Grandpa was too partial to Zeng Fan, and called the things he wrote that were not even children's songs poems. Zeng Fan was coaxed into being happy, thinking that he could really be a poet - in fact, many so-called poets were coaxed out in this way, the difference is that they were not coaxed by their grandfather, but by a group of readers who had not read many books.

Jiang Jianguo doesn't care about the origin of the poem, he only cares about whether the poem can arouse the interest of girls. Zeng Fan talked about his "glorious history" for a long time, but Jiang Jianguo completely ignored it, he just asked with a twinkle in his eyes: "Did you give me this poem of yours?" ”

Although Zeng Fan was proud, he was still reluctant to give the poem away, and asked reluctantly: "Why did you give it to you?"

"I've recently been obsessed with a girl.,I don't know what to give her something.,Now you've written this.,Isn't this just sleepiness and a pillow.,Anyway, you don't have a girl to send.,It's destined to belong to me.。

Zeng Fan was hurt by Jiang Jianguo's "this thing" and his self-esteem as a "poet", and he was pricked by the later sentence "No girl can be sent", but he still couldn't help asking: "Which girl?" ”

"It's the third class, you don't need to know the name, right?" Jiang Jianguo said with some trepidation.

Zeng Fan wanted to know so much, but he said: "Who knows rarely, if you don't say it, you don't want this poem." ”

"Haven't you been writing poems since you were a child, and if you write another poem, it's not like a tiger eating bean sprouts - a piece of cake." Jiang Jianguo has really mastered the essentials of sycophancy.

Zeng Fan thought to himself: "How can it be so easy, this is what I wrote after a night of insomnia." But what he said just now was too big to take it back, so he had to pretend not to care and say, "Then I'll send it to you," Zeng Fan said while bleeding in his heart, "I can write dozens of poems of this kind in an hour." After saying that, he immediately found that this was even more true, as if Japan said that it could destroy China in three months, so he had to quickly change his words: "I can write several poems a day." After all, he is not the young and famous Wen Ruian, who writes poetry like he writes martial arts - he can make a word into a line, or even a paragraph, and even have the ability to make a page.

Fortunately, Jiang Jianguo was busy transcribing love poems and didn't hear Zeng Fan's big words, otherwise if Zeng Fan was asked to write two more love poems, I am afraid that "Zeng Da Poet" would have insomnia again.