The environment makes people grow, and growth makes people change, "stuffy gourd" Qian Aishu would never have thought that one day he would be evaluated as a funny and confident person. I remembered that when I first arrived at Jiangbei Middle School, I was cowardly, inferior, and afraid to speak, but it was Li Hongdou who helped him get out of his inferiority complex and brought him into the world of poetry. The past was certainly a part of his life, and he preferred his present self.

Qian Aishu told Li Hongdou all this, Li Hongdou was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked Qian Aishu how to thank her as a benefactor.

Many years later, when Qian Aishu was about to die, he summed up his life, Li Hongdou that day was the person he loved the most in his life, and then throughout his life, he understood a fact that should have been known a long time ago: his love has been given to Li Hongdou, no matter who he has ever been interested in, or who he has been intimate with, it is just a shallow bestiality, people, a lifetime is only enough to love one person, for Qian Aishu, this person can only be Li Hongdou.

Qian Aishu couldn't think of how to thank Li Hongdou for this benefactor, Li Hongdou said that she painted some paintings and wanted to try to sell them on the street, but she was embarrassed to go alone, so she asked Qian Aishu to accompany her. Li Hongdou put the painting on the street, and Qian Aishu took it as a trust, shouting exaggeratedly, praising how beautiful and expressive Li Hongdou's painting was. Li Hongdou was quite embarrassed to be praised, and whispered to Qian Aishu not to be too exaggerated. Qian Aishu's exaggerated praise still played a role, and it didn't take long for Li Hongdou's painting to be watched. Although he asked for a lot of money and bought little, and only sold three paintings in one afternoon, Li Hongdou was still very happy, and he couldn't imagine that someone would really buy his paintings. It's just that it's getting dark, Qian Aishu has to go back to school for evening self-study, entering the second year of high school, his studies are a little nervous, and Qian Aishu only has one day of release time a month.

Li Hongdou sent Qian Aishu to the school gate, reluctant to give up.

"I wish we were together every day." Li Hongdou said.

"I want to, too, just ......," Qian Aishu said.

"I'm too selfish to distract you. The most important thing for you right now is to study. ”

"It's okay, I'll take care of it myself." Qian Aishu let go of Li Hongdou's hand, "Let's go, I'm at the school gate." ”

"You go first, I'll watch you enter the school gate."

Qian Aishu entered the school gate under Li Hongdou's eyes and approached the classroom.

Wang Liang's seat was still empty, and Wang Liang hadn't come to class for a few days.

During the lunch break the next day, Qian Aishu and Wang Ling were playing backgammon in the classroom, and Wang Liang's mother walked in and said, "Love books, go and see us Liangliang." He locked himself in his room every day and wrote poetry, and no one was seen. I'm really afraid he's going to have an accident. ”

Qian Aishu promised, "Auntie, don't worry, Liangliang will be fine, I'll go with you to him immediately." ”

"Thank you, love books, I know that Liangliang and you are best friends, and he will have a lot to say to you."

When I arrived at Wang Liang's house, Wang Liang's mother said, "I'll call Liangliang." Qian Aishu hurriedly said, "I'll go to his room." ”

He went over and knocked on the door, and Wang Liang asked inside, "Who?" Don't bother me, I'm writing poetry. ”

"It's me, Qian loves books."

There were footsteps inside, "Qian Aishu, it's you, why didn't you say it earlier." ”

Wang Liang came over and opened the door for Qian Aishu to let him in, and Qian Aishu was surprised. I haven't seen him for a few days, how did Wang Liang become like this? It's simply the second Einstein.

Seeing Qian Aishu's surprised look, Wang Liang said, "What's the matter, is my appearance surprising you?" - Isn't it handsome? ”

"Don't think too bitterly. Don't hurt the inspiration. Qian Aishu nodded and said.

"No, I'm in a desperate situation now. All I wrote were vulgar poems, and I didn't have the inspiration I used to have. I'm so distressed. Do you know? I can't write anymore. ”

"If you want to open it, if you can't write it, just read the book first, don't force it."

I understand this, but I just can't do it, and I cry in my dreams because my inspiration is exhausted. Really, Qian loves books, you should be able to understand my feelings, right? ”

"Yes, yes, this is a situation that everyone who writes poetry encounters. You have to relax, don't push yourself into a corner. ”

"It seems that I will have a hard time getting out of this situation."

This is Wang Liang, who has always been confident? What went wrong with him didn't seem to be just a dry source of inspiration.

"Wang Liang, don't be too stressed, think about me, I haven't written poetry for a long time."

"But if I can't write poetry, I won't be able to live, I think you're different from me."

Qian Aishu had to admit it. This is also the reason why his poems are not as good as Wang Liang. He patted Wang Liang on the shoulder hard, "I believe in you, this is nothing to you." ”

Wang Liang gratefully held Qian Aishu's hand: "Thank you, Qian Aishu, I also believe in myself." ”

Qian Aishu talked to Wang Liang about some digressions, and in the end, he felt that Wang Liang would go back to the past, because such things are extremely common for everyone who writes poetry. In the past, Li Hongdou was also so crazy about poetry, but now she is immersed in painting, and with a new hobby, there will be a new way out.

In the end, Wang Liang sent Qian Aishu far away and watched him go back. Qian Aishu could feel Wang Liang sighing behind his back.

The next day, Qian Aishu met Wang Liang at the school gate. Wang Liang is already much better. His hanging heart was completely let go, but how could he have imagined that something like that would happen in the future, so that Wang Liang couldn't bear it. Wang Liang was very happy to see him, and they looked at each other and smiled. Many words are expressed in this laugh.

It's a sophomore year of high school, and I'm facing another class. Key classes, liberal arts classes, science classes, competition classes, English classes, and many classes will determine your different paths of struggle and different life directions in the future. And all this will be done in this issue. Qian Aishu has set a new goal: to enter the best universities in the country through the National Mathematics League. In everyone's opinion, it is very unwise for a well-rounded student like Qian Aishu in all subjects.

The teacher began to instill in everyone the methodology of test-oriented education. Large competition reference books began to appear at the bedside of Qian Aishu. Ultra-high scratch paper was stacked on his bed and table. The pressure of the competition was clearly and unrelentingly approaching him. When I go to the library again, I no longer see three teachings and nine streams. The competition began to take up all of his time.

Zhang Hu and Liu Qi were extremely incomprehensible about Qian Aishu's change, and Wen Rui felt that this was very wise. Wang Ling said, go your own way and let others do it. Qian Aishu said that he was a man with high ambitions. Wang Liang and the others laughed. Qian Aishu has been completely immersed in mathematics, and his life is very fulfilling, and he is not at all as bitter as others think. In the ocean of mathematics, he is also very interested and has fun. Blended into it, they bring infinite happiness to Qian Aishu.

But how did Qian Aishu know that when he was swimming in the ocean of mathematics, his friend Wang Liang was struggling in the depths of poetry, his attention was in the mathematics competition, and he didn't feel many changes in Wang Liang. Until one day Wang Liang said to him: "Qian Aishu, I feel that I have a lot to say now, but I just can't express them, my head is so uncomfortable." I can't go back to the way I used to be. I don't think I'll ever be able to write the kind of poetry I used to be. Money loves books, is my poetry source dry? ”

Qian Aishu couldn't imagine that Wang Liang had fallen into a dead end again, and his heart palpitated, "Liangliang, no, I believe you will definitely be able to write better poems." Don't you remember? You're one of the 'Top 10 Campus Poets in China'. I believe in you, and you'll get out of it. All this is only temporary. ”

"But I can't write anything, you know, I can't live without poetry."

"Try to do something else, don't get stuck in poetry."

"Qian loves books, we are poets, we can't be like this, we can't do without poetry, you are doing this now, it is not allowed to exist by every poet!"

Qian Aishu knew that Wang Liang had always been dissatisfied with his behavior, and in Wang Liang's opinion, Qian Aishu had now forgotten that he had written poetry, and Wang Liang did not allow any neglect of poetry. Perhaps it was this kind of thinking that made him and ruined him at the same time.

"Liangliang, you want to be a little wider, right?" Qian Aishu couldn't watch Wang Liang fall into the abyss and ignore it, but he really didn't know what to say, perhaps, he was not an excellent poet, and he couldn't understand Wang Liang's distress. After all, if he puts down the poem, he can live well.

Qian Aishu's words did not have the slightest effect on Wang Liang. He still struggles with his poems every day.

One afternoon, Wang Liang's girlfriend suddenly came running with tears streaming down her face, and said to Qian Aishu without a head and a clueless voice: "Qian Aishu, Liangliang doesn't love me anymore." ”

Qian Aishu was taken aback, because Wang Liang once said that he would love her like poetry.

"Liang Liang he doesn't love you anymore? You guys quarreled, didn't you? ”

"No, he said to me today that our love is slowly disappearing, just like his inspiration, gone with the wind."

"He's not kidding, is he?" Qian Aishu handed the handkerchief to Wang Liang's girlfriend.

She cried and continued, "I know he's making excuses on purpose, he doesn't love me anymore. ”

Qian Aishu tried his best to guess Wang Liang's words from the poet's mentality. In the end, he realized that Wang Liang was not joking. Could it be that Wang Liang was really forced by poetry. The poet's strange ideas are often unimaginable to outsiders.

Qian Aishu comforted her a few more words, and finally accompanied her to find Wang Liang. "I love Bright so much." She said sadly.