Author: Tang Tang (Le Yun)

On this day, Xue Jie just published a poem on Douyin, and immediately received a comment from her good friend Xiaobei: It's a good job, keep going! Wow, that's so fast.

Xiaobei and Xuejie are both normal students, and although they are not in the same university, they share a common hobby: writing poetry. Xiaobei knows more than Xue Jie, and Xiaobei's ancient poems and modern poems are written very well. When Xue Jie first started to write ancient style poems, she didn't understand Ping Qian Yun, and when she asked Xiaobei, Xiaobei always patiently guided, and would use her own poems as examples to explain to Xue Jie.

"Xue Jie, this weekend, are you dancing?" Xiaobei sent a private message to Xuejie.

"That's a must, definitely dance, remember to watch my dance video later." Xue Jie was about to call her roommate Ma Zhen at this time to go out to shoot a video, and Xiaobei's message was just right.

"Okay, Xuejie, you're dancing really well. I'll send you a poem later. Xiaobei replied to Xue Jie very politely.

"Haha, yes, thank you Xiaobei." In addition to dancing, Xue Jie's favorite thing is poetry, and sending poems is exactly what she wants.

Gift snow clean

The deep valley hides the orchid, and the mountain is covered with snow lotus.

Dancing like the shadow of a wild goose, like a purple fairy.

Growing timidity, brilliance is just pity.

There is no need to hope to capture, and finally meet the flowers.

- Xiaobei

"That's great, thank you Xiaobei." After reading the poem sent by Xiaobei, Xue Jie was speechless with joy. It's a metaphor, Fairy Zixia, Ness! The occasional compliment is an affirmation of their own dancing, and it seems that girls still have to have some talent, haha.

"Leaning on the lintel of spring, the boring time breeds the eyes of anticipation. Gently stroke away the melancholy of your heart, and use a thin pen to write your name on a white piece of paper. Pulling a foot of acacia, copying a piece of paper lingering, I am in the joy of snowflakes, thinking of you as before. ”… In the afternoon, Xue Jie was making words and sentences in front of the desk, when suddenly, the mobile phone vibrated twice.

Xue Jie picked up her phone and saw that it was a message from classmate Chen Shuai: "Xue Jie, I had a dream last night, what do you guess I dreamed of?" ”

Uh, how can you guess that? Xue Jie looked confused: "Did you dream that Liu Zihang came to play with you?" Xue Jie's brain is narrow, and she really can't think of anything Chen Shuai can dream of.