Author: Tang Tang (Le Yun)

After rewriting the poem and posting the Douyin public account and the school's poetry club forum, Xue Jie stretched her waist and finally could relax. Xue Jie asked her roommate Ma Zhen to go to the park outside the school to record a dance video, and she hadn't danced for a week, but Xue Jie still couldn't restrain the restlessness in her soul.

After dancing a song, Xue Jie looked at her youthful self in the video, with a long-lost smile on her face. In her sophomore year of high school, her Chinese teacher once taught her students that judging people by their appearance, seducing them with sex, and putting money first are very low-level behaviors. Xue Jie has always kept it firmly in her heart, and has taken this passage as her life guideline for being a person and doing things. Since then, every time Xue Jie records a dance video, she always wears a mask and a hat, covers herself tightly, and never shows her face. There are no requirements for money, parents give as much as they want, never spend indiscriminately, and at the end of each semester, they will save a little.

Xue Jie then posted her own dance video, and after posting it, she went to the group to watch the bigwigs in the group discuss poetry. The topic of today's conversation is to write poems on the spot, Xue Jie read it and wanted to participate, so she immediately agreed. As soon as she quit the group, Xue Jie saw that she was depressed and liked and commented on her dance video, and on a whim, Xue Jie replied depressed in the comment area: "Brother, come to the group, participate in the competition, and write poems on the spot." ”

Soon, depression sent a message: "Where? In the group? Good. ”

Xue Jie was very happy and immediately replied, "Mmmm, yes, brother."

People can only be truly happy when they do what they love most. Sadness and confusion are luxuries that youth cannot afford. The young onion in his twenties has not yet started his life, where is there so much suffering.

"What do you write about?" depressed sent a message in the group and asked, "Look at pictures and write poems, brother", Xue Jie replied quickly.

"Good!" I agreed with a depressed heartbeat.

The night is gentle, and you are still waiting for me after many summers. The south wind is harmonious, and it doesn't hurt to get to know the old and the new

。 You and I share stories, and it's a thing of the past. It's a long way, so there's no need to panic. The farthest distance, the deepest watch, that piece of paper, compose your and my names into a lingering tune.

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