Author: Tang Tang (Le Yun)

Xue Jie brushed her thoughts, opened the book, and studied carefully. Ding~, the mobile phone message rang, Xue Jie opened it and saw that it was her friend Liu Zihang: "Xue Jie, are you free, let me tell you something, I am drinking with Chen Shuai outside now, and I am in a bad mood." ”

"Okay, you can say it." Xue Jie was startled and hurriedly replied.

"Xue Jie, I broke up with that girl." Liu Zihang said lightly. "Huh?" Xue Jie was stunned.

"Different hobbies, different personalities." Liu Zihang continued to say to Xue Jie, "I like to play basketball, and I like to write poetry when I am empty. She likes to chase stars, and when she is empty, she likes to go shopping and play. What I like is what she doesn't like, what she likes, is painful and tormenting for me. After sending this message, Liu Zihang was silent, and Xue Jie was also silent. ……

Halfway through, Liu Zihang sent a message: "Xuejie, I haven't joined you in a poem for a long time, how about we join a poem now?" ”

"Okay, old rules, you start, I'll pick it up." Xue Jie agreed, it is true that she has not written a poem for a long time, Xue Jie and Liu Zihang have been busy with their own affairs during this time, and they are not even free to chat.

"This world is still prosperous, and the depressed soul seems out of place. Sit alone in a corner and mend the desolation of your heart. It's like a candy in a dream, once a real yearning. When despair wears out the original simplicity, pathos and barrenness ruin the vicissitudes of life. Whether the end can bear the weight of the heart, turn the withered feelings into gentle love, and keep it properly. 》

@刘子航@雪洁

"Don't be upset, the next one will be better." Xue Jie suddenly didn't know what to say, and she was also good and bad during this time, how should I comfort this wounded heart.

"I'm fine, don't look at me so cowardly, you want to comfort me so much, just write a poem for me on a cloudy day. I'm going to eat, you remember to take care of yourself. Liu Zihang sent a message.

"Mmmm, okay, I'll send it to you when I'm done." Xue Jie immediately agreed to Liu Zihang.

The dust is like a dream, crying blood into a wound. The withered fallen flowers can never return to the original. In the green years, loneliness alienated from the past, sadness withered and joyed. Wan Er smiled, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

"I don't want to be ordinary, just be ordinary" Section 17 is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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