In November, the weather in Shenzhen is getting cooler, and it is the most comfortable time of the year, Shenzhen University in Deep Bay, Nanshan District, Shenzhen, is filled with the fragrance of trees and the fishy smell of wild grass, and the song of birds disappears through the mottled shade of the trees and disappears at the end of the wide and clean road. The autumn breeze blows, sprinkling the faint smell of sea tide and the faint smell of fish on the tranquil campus. On the shore of Wenshan Lake and Rhododendron Mountain, the rhododendrons are blooming vigorously, and the clusters are clustered, attracting many tourists to come to enjoy the flowers. Tang Long carried a black backpack on his back, stepping on the mottled shade of the trees and walked quickly to the liberal arts building, there was a modern and contemporary literature class at ten o'clock this morning.

More than two months after coming to Shenzhen University, although Tang Long still compares Shenzhen University and Wuhan University together from time to time, and feels sad that he has not been able to participate in Wuhan University, after all, he has also adapted to the culture and learning environment of Shenzhen University, and what can he do if he does not adapt? He didn't dare to disobey his parents' will, and he had to accept the arrangement of fate when he filled in his favorite Wuhan University on the college entrance examination.

"Tang Long."

Tang Long heard a familiar voice and a sharp brake sound behind him. He turned around and saw Fang Feiyun in a white T-shirt straddle a white Giant mountain bike looking at him.

"Hey! Fang Feiyun. Tang Long waved his hand at him.

"Did you sleep well last night when you got back from Trainguessing?"

"Okay, what about you?"

"Two people tossed until two or three o'clock in the morning, one word - tired, by the way," Fang Feiyun yawned and said, "Silver Birch magazine is soliciting articles, you can submit them." ”

"I rarely submit manuscripts, and I usually write poems to please myself."

"Don't bury your talent, show yourself more."

"Come on, don't make fun of me, what kind of talent do I have!" Tang Long said with a smile,

Bai Sumei also likes poetry, and her poems are often published in magazines.

"Really?"

"Yes, people are really talented and beautiful, and those who like her are simply lined up from Houhai to Qianhai."

"If I have a chance, I will pull you into the WeChat group of the Literary Society, and you can communicate with everyone in the group."

"Thank you."

Tang Long and Fang Feiyun, who was pushing a bicycle, walked and chatted, and soon came to the teaching building. It was only five minutes before the class, he trotted upstairs towards them, the classroom was full of people, only a few empty seats in the last two rows, most of them were students from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature, but also some students from other departments, the people in the classroom looked at him and Fang Feiyun with Qi brushing eyes, he lowered his head, grabbed the backpack strap on his chest with his right hand, and hurriedly walked in behind Fang Feiyun.

This elective course is "Research on New School Martial Arts Novels", the main teacher is Professor Sun Yu of the Department of Chinese, he is a member of the Guangdong Writers Association, a professional writer, and a visiting professor at Shenzhen University, who has studied new school martial arts novels for many years, and has a great reputation in the field of new school martial arts novel research.

Throughout the course, Mr. Sun Yu first started with the "Legend of the Swordsman of Shushan" by the lord of Huanzhu Mansion, and then talked about Liang Yusheng, Jin Yong, Gu Long, Wen Ruian, Wang Dulu, Huang Yi, Xiao Yi, Wolongsheng...... And today, the theme of the course taught by Mr. Sun Yu is "The Concept of "Jianghu" in Martial Arts Novels":

"The great man of chivalry, for the country and the people, and the rivers and lakes, is a word that appears very frequently in martial arts novels, and people who have read some martial arts novels or martial arts movies should be familiar with this word. This word first appeared in "Zhuangzi - The Great Master": "It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes." In Zhuangzi's prose, rivers and lakes refer to the rivers and lakes in the concept of physical geography. Later, the meaning of the word "Jianghu" changed, and it became the spiritual home of the folk area and literati doctors far away from the imperial court and the ruling class. By the Tang Dynasty, 'Jianghu' gradually evolved into a special symbol and cultural concept that was universally recognized by writers of martial arts novels. It first appeared in Li Gongzuo's "The Biography of Xie Xiao'e" in the Tang Dynasty. "The Biography of Xie Xiao'e" wrote, 'Xiao'e's father has accumulated huge assets, and he is an anonymous businessman, often sharing goods with Duan's son-in-law, going back and forth to the rivers and ......lakes'"

After class, Tang Long and Fang Feiyun walked down the teaching building together, ready to go to the restaurant to eat, and at the door of the teaching building, they saw Bai Sumei. Bai Sumei was with a tall and thin boy, who was about 1.82 meters tall, very large, fair-skinned, wearing a black leather jacket, black narrow-legged jeans, black leather boots, and a platinum diamond bracelet on his left wrist.

After Bai Sumei saw Fang Feiyun, she left the boy and walked over. She carried a small black backpack, a brightly colored floral skirt, a denim jacket over it, and a pair of black low-heeled leather boots on her feet.

"Hi, Bai Sumei." Fang Feiyun saw Bai Sumei walking towards them and took the initiative to greet her.

"Hi, Fang Feiyun."

"This is my roommate, Tang Long." Fang Feiyun introduced Tang Long to Bai Sumei.

"Nice to meet you." Bai Sumei said.

"Me too." Tang Long glanced at Bai Sumei, and when he saw Bai Sumei's eyeliner eyes staring at him, he immediately lowered his head.

"Tang Long is also a literary youth and likes to write, can I pull him into the WeChat group of Yinhua Literature Society?" Fang Feiyun asked Bai Sumei.

"Absolutely! You are welcome to participate in the activities of the Literary Club and contribute more articles to Silver Birch magazine. ”

"Okay, we'll do it." Fang Feiyun said.

"Sumei, let's go!" The tall and thin boy not far away shouted to Bai Sumei with some impatience.

Bai Sumei turned around, raised her right hand and made an OK gesture towards him, and after saying goodbye to Fang Feiyun and Tang Long, she walked to the tall and thin boy, and the two got into a red Porsche sports car on the side of the road, and the car sped by, and soon disappeared from their eyes.

At noon, when Tang Long and Fang Feiyun were eating together in the restaurant, Fang Feiyun pulled Tang Long into the WeChat group of Yinhua Literature Society, and there were more than 100 people in the WeChat group. After Tang Long joined the group, he sent a request to Bai Sumei to add friends. At one o'clock, while he was lying on the iron bed in the dormitory for the afternoon, Bai Sumei passed his friend's request.

He remembered that Bai Sumei invited him to contribute, so he clicked on Bai Sumei's WeChat and sent her a smiling emoji. Three seconds later, Bai Sumei replied to him.

Bai Sumei: Hello.

Tang Long: Hello, nice to meet you. I wrote a poem before and wanted to send it to you, so please correct me.

Bai Sumei: Don't dare to correct it, let's communicate and learn from each other.

Tang Long: Thank you.

Bai Sumei: You're welcome, welcome to join our literary club.

The text is followed by an emoji of a rose and three smiley faces.

Tang Long: I saw you at Trainguessing last night, you were great.

Tang Long replied to her with three roses.

Bai Sumei: Oh, yes? Love to watch fight fights?

Tang Long: Yes, Fang Feiyun and I just went to guess the train just to watch the game.

Bai Sumei: There are often fighting fights there. The next time I see me at the bar, remember not to leave without saying hello.

Tang Long: Okay, definitely.

After chatting for a while, Tang Long found the poem on the folder on his phone, opened it and read it carefully, and then posted it to Bai Sumei's WeChat.

One Friday afternoon at the end of December, Tang Long didn't have classes, so he would go home if he wanted to read for a while, so that he could get up early on Saturday and Sunday mornings to deliver beer to the bars. He went to the library and found Che Guevara's "Motorcycle Diary" and read it. Che was a hero he loved since he was a child, and he longed for the extraordinary experience of Che and his friend Alberto riding a Hercules motorcycle throughout South America.

When he was distracted, someone tapped his left shoulder with a finger, he turned his head to the left, and he didn't see a figure, and then turned to the right and saw Bai Sumei smiling.

"Hey!" He raised his right palm to greet her.

"Are you free? I want to talk to you. Bai Sumei said.

"In the library?" Tang Long looked at the crowd of people reading around him.

"No, let's go to Wenshan Lake!"

"Wenshan Lake? All right! Tang Long responded happily.

Wenshan Lake is a good place to enjoy the scenery, leisure and exercise, and it is also a holy place for couples to date. However, Tang Long rarely goes to Wenshan Lake, he likes the beautiful scenery of Wenshan Lake very much, but he doesn't like to wander around Wenshan Lake alone, and at Shenzhen University, except for Fang Feiyun, he has almost no male friends, and even if Fang Feiyun leaves his girlfriend to accompany him to Wenshan Lake, he will politely refuse, two big men are dangling in Wenshan Lake, he feels uncomfortable.

And today, a beautiful woman asked him to go to Wenshan Lake, how could he not be excited?

There are many people playing on the shore of Wenshan Lake, and the chirping of birds and autumn insects are intertwined with the footsteps and whispers of tourists, floating on the surface of the lake. They walked side by side, moving forward freely.

"Remember the poem you voted for me?" Bai Sumei asked.

"Yes." Tang Long said.

"It's been published in a magazine."

"Really?" Tang Long turned his head and looked at Bai Sumei with wide eyes, surprised and delighted.

This is the first time his work has been published in a journal.

Bai Sumei took off her black Anta backpack, carefully took out a copy of Silver Birch magazine from it, and handed it to Tang Long.

Tang Long opened the cover and looked for his name in the catalog, and in the column of Poetry Road, he saw Tang Long's two small black letters, quietly lined up neatly with the names of several other campus poets. He flipped through the pages and found his own poem:

Autumn winds

Tang Long

In the hot sun, the autumn wind,

Like a golden swallow skimming over the lotus mountain,

The coral trees on both sides of the mountain road are rippling with blue waves.

I was at a loss: this is the autumn I loved?

Why are the yellow leaves no longer the same as in previous years,

Knocking on my heart with a sincere greeting?

Why are those young figures in the crowd,

Lonely and sad like a pale ghost?

Yes, this is Shenzhen in the south, not my hometown,

How I want to go back to the bosom of my hometown.

In the autumn breeze with the sea in Shenzhen,

I smell the fragrance of my homeland,

I saw, under the great aspen with golden tears,

In the yellow and clear rice waves rolling to the horizon,

A familiar and unfamiliar figure of aging,

Wearing a big straw hat and staggering steps,

The farther and farther he went, he was buried by the scent of rice and flames.

"Thank you, Bai Sumei......" Tang Long muttered, he didn't know what to say, and he was a little speechless with excitement.