Gao Yuan is standing on the highest point of the Seventeen-Hole Bridge, talking about the scenery with a group of girls. He turned around by chance and found that more than ten meters away from him, there was a girl who was painting against the jade railing on the bridge. From time to time, she stretched out her right hand holding the brush, closed her left eye, and raised the brush in her hand to make a half-arc in front of her eyes, apparently measuring height and proportions. From time to time, a passing tourist stopped behind her and looked at her paintings, and the tourist nodded with a look of surprise. As soon as Gao Yuan saw that he knew the girl who was painting, he immediately asked with great concern:

"Zheng Li, are you here alone?"

"Yes, I came alone."

A sweet voice was sent back immediately. Zheng Li, a beautiful girl, immediately closed the painting clip, ran towards the plateau with a smile, and she also joined the ranks of this group of beautiful women in the garden.

Gao Yuan's explanation of the Seventeen-Hole Bridge made this group of girls feel very rewarding. They not only learn to see the scene, but also learn to listen to the scene, because by listening, their sight is only three points of attention. Now, they haven't moved, but their hearts have flown to the corridor. Obviously, they want to have another interpretation of the promenade.

In the corridor, the group of people began to stop and go again, and Gao Yuan was like a guide, walking very slowly, and talking without stopping for a moment. The plateau also calls itself a parrot and an axe, talking about the construction of the corridor, legends and myths. A group of beauties followed him closely, listening to his further explanation of the promenade, enjoying the scenery of spring and autumn, winter and summer. This group of beauties wants to re-walk the corridor of more than 700 meters, experience the four seasons of the year again, and re-experience the emotion of people walking in the corridor and God swimming in the painting.

In a pavilion in the corridor where there are few tourists, this group of people stopped, they sat together, looking at the mountains and rivers on the left and right, and enjoying the scenery in the garden with their hearts. It's like a foodie savoring ......

Fang Shengmei from the Department of Literature smiled and first turned the topic to hobbies.

"Gao Yuan, how did you create that lyric poem of 'I am ......'? How long did it take? Many professors are asking: Who is Plateau? Is Gao Yuan a student or a literary master? They spoke highly of the poem you wrote, and some of them even collected it, and they took it out and read it at every turn to express their feelings. ”

Gao Yuan laughed when he heard it:

"Actually, my so-called poem is a whim. Just like we look at the scenery now, I feel some emotion, so I write it down casually. It only took half an hour from the idea to the finished draft. ”

Speaking of this, Gao Yuan pondered for a moment, as if he was caught in a memory. He said unhurriedly:

"It was Professor Wang of the Department of Physics who gave a lecture that day. After listening to Professor Wang's advice, he solved the difficult problems in physics according to his ideas, and found that many complex problems became simpler. I think this Professor Wang is really amazing, he not only turns profound theories into popular truths, but also allows you to understand and understand thoroughly, and allows you to turn advanced theories into your own knowledge and use them flexibly. Professor Wang is really like an immortal, he has given us a key to open the treasure house of knowledge. Professor Wang's words and words were full of joy and love for our school and the physics major, and full of expectations for us students. His dedication touched me deeply and resonated with my heart. I must express this emotion. ”

Gao Yuan's eyes glanced at everyone, and then said with a smile:

"At dinner, I kept thinking about Professor Wang's words. I put down my job and went back to the dormitory, and in half an hour, I wrote this poem. Maybe it was because my mind was too relaxed, but that night, I slept very well, and slept until dawn. ”

Fang Shengmei said with a smile:

The sentence that the work of poetry is outside the poem seems to be true at all. It is impossible to write such touching verses simply behind closed doors. ”

Before Fang Shengmei's words landed, someone immediately picked up the conversation: "Gao Yuan, you sang the song "Kangding Love Song", which is more affectionate and touching than others. I would like to ask you. How do you sing that song so captivating that the hearts of the listeners follow your song? ”

Guo Ruping looked at Qi Fangfang and asked another hobby question.

Gao Yuan smiled lightly again and said:

"You understand the background of this song, you understand the author's feelings at that time, and you naturally have emotions. The author is playing with his beloved on Happy Horse Mountain in Kangding, Sichuan, and the two are in love, deeply in love, and the love and scenery melt together and penetrate into every cell. The author wrote this passionate love song with a stroke of pen. However, the sky is unpredictable, and the author did not get his wish. The two were not able to happily hold hands and unite. When you learn about these facts, will you have another feeling: you want to sing them together again with songs, send them a good blessing, let them spend a full moon, good things come in pairs, and lovers will eventually become married? ”

Gao Yuan's explanation touched everyone's heart. Gao Yuan is really an emotional wishful man. They all set their eyes on the plateau with affection.

Zheng Li kept looking at the plateau with a smile and listened attentively to every word of the plateau. She behaved like a devout Buddhist, listening carefully to the Buddha's teachings, carefully pondering the meaning of every word and sentence. She didn't ask any questions.

Bai Xue never interjected. She always had a happy smile on her face. She looked at every female compatriot from time to time with a pair of smiling eyes, but her heart was pounding.