"This is the box you use to eat?"

"No, it's my brother's, I didn't find my one."

"Oh, then I'll go boil some boiling water in the water dispenser first, and then kill it then."

With that, I went to the side of the water dispenser, pressed the red button, and heard the sound of "beep" and "beep" in the water dispenser.

"The water hasn't boiled yet, let's talk for a while!"

"Okay!"

"Xu Zhimo, have you heard of this name?"

"Well, we've learned from him that "Farewell to Cambridge" is pretty good, but I don't think our teacher is very good."

"What did your teacher say?"

He only introduced the time when the poem was written, and then talked about the poet's reluctance to Kangqiao.

In fact, the poem also implies that the poet is reluctant to give up on a certain relationship. Your teachers must not have talked about it, and few teachers will talk about it, because few people can accept Xu Zhimo's concept of love, even in the highly civilized present. What he pursues is a kind of spiritual beauty, he is destined to be out of touch with the world, and his emotional path is destined to be criticized by people. ”

"It seems that there have been several women in his life."

"Well, there have been three women in his life. Zhang Youyi, his first wife, was brought together by the words of his parents, and they were destined to be a tragedy, because what he pursued was unacceptable to ordinary people. Lin Huiyin, the woman he loved all his life, but in the end he couldn't get together with him, it seemed to be a scene between them, just started before he had time to perform, he had already hastily closed the curtain, Xu Zhimo hadn't taken off his costume yet, Lin Huiyin had changed to another role, a role that he couldn't fathom, but he still waited for the stage to wait for the woman he loved so much, and one day he looked back to look for him, but even when he died, he didn't look forward to that lookback, he could only wait for her in heaven, waiting for her in the afterlife. Lu Xiaoman, the third woman in his life, she seems to be a substitute for Lin Huiyin, but she is not Lin Huiyin after all. Lin Huiyin is too indifferent, so indifferent that sometimes he feels that his existence is a kind of superfluous. Lu Xiaoman is too willful, and it is not a sin to be so willful that he squandered his time unscrupulously. Lu Xiaoman brought Xu Zhimo happiness and suffering, while Lin Huiyin brought Xu Zhimo always that innocence.

Lin Huiyin once said something like this: Xu Zhimo didn't love the real me at the beginning, but Lin Huiyin that he imagined with the poet's romantic emotions, but in fact I am not that kind of person.

In fact, many things can only be like that, maybe if Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin end up together, they may not necessarily be happy, on the contrary, it is better for them to maintain that hazy relationship. Many things are helpless, and this helplessness is the spirituality that the poet seeks. ”

"You're too pessimistic, aren't you?"

"I'll show you two poems and you'll understand

"Who Loves This Constant Change"

Who loves this constant change, her deeds?

Urging a shower of rain, wiping the clouds of the day, the moon,

Starlight, sun shadow, are all her tricks,

Not to mention that the peaks and rivers and seas are not allowed to steal a moment of stability.

Proud, she carries out that ridiculous mission:

Watch the flowers bloom and the trees wither, and the baby becomes a mother;

Let the rivers condense into ice and snow, and the heavens and the earth will be discolored;

The city is noisy, and then it is silent into the night silence of the desert!

Although thousands of years have been manipulated in her grasp,

She has never forgotten the slightest hint of humility.

No wonder she laughs at eternity as a lie made by people,

to soothe the disappearance of love and the pain of death.

But who can understand this transfiguration of reincarnation,

Who has dared to love this great change?

"Hear Music in the Middle of the Night"

This must be your finger again,

Flicking,

In the middle of the night, dense mourning.

I couldn't help but blush my cheeks,

Listen,

The vividness of the strings in the middle of the night.

A voice that passed through the bottom of my heart,

Desolate,

I know, but how can I respond?

Life has long defined her pattern,

too weak,

It is the beautiful imagination of people.

Unless there is such a day in a dream,

You and me

Let's climb the string of hope.

This was made by Lin Huiyin in 1931, in fact, in her heart, she can't forget Xu Zhimo, but what can she do, how can she respond. ”

"You've made me feel unreal, don't talk about it, can you go and see if the hot water is boiling?"

"It should be burned!"

With that, I took your lunch box and came to the water dispenser to sterilize your lunch box.

I sterilized it repeatedly, and I was really afraid that there would be residual bacteria in it, which would make you sick.

"Just scald it with boiling water, don't be so careful."

"It's better to be serious."

When I feel like it's okay, I bring the lunch box to you, and I won't allow anything to hurt you, including myself.

"I'll go back first, it's not too early."

"Or I'll send you."

"No, it's not too late."

"When you go back, be careful on the road. By the way, Zhong Rui comes over at about twelve o'clock every day, and you come over at that time, and then teach him English after eating. ”

"Hmm"

Saying that, you left the shoe store, and after you left, my heart began to become silent again, as if only when you were around, my heart was alive, and my people were alive.

I always wanted to do something for you, but it seems like you have everything. What you need, your parents have prepared for you for a long time, but I still have to do something for you, and in the end, after thinking about it, I decided to write something for you!

So, I removed an empty shoebox, found a ballpoint pen at the cash register, and sat quietly at a table in the warehouse to start my work.

After a while, a work that looks like prose but not prose, like poetry but not poetry, is created.

"You and Me of Youth"

You enchant me,

I couldn't escape.

In your kingdom,

Lost in myself.

I'm hiding,

Didn't try to escape.

I'm afraid I'm passing by,

Affect your life.

I began to be silent again,

Don't think too much about it.

I'll live well,

You have to be happy.

Life allows you and me to learn to be free and easy,

Time makes us forget our sadness.

Life is inherently unpredictable,

And why bother to find out who is right and who is wrong.

I admire myself a little, I couldn't even read poetry before, but now I can write such a thing. Perhaps this is the correct saying: people in love (or maybe just unrequited love) are poets.

After I wrote it, the first person I wanted to share with was you, but you were not by my side, maybe you had already fallen asleep.

I can only record it in my phone and wait for you to come the next day for you to enjoy.