"It's coming, it's coming!" I waved to everyone sitting on the grass and trotted all the way to them. Miller also sits, with her sister and Teacher Zhou.

"Pewe did a great job today." Teacher Zhou said, "Teacher Wang praised you after the game, saying that you are both civil and military. ”

When I heard the compliments, I didn't dare to look at them, so I sat down next to Millet, only to be slapped in the face by him with a grin. There were a lot of people, and he knew I couldn't clean him up.

"Why are you here?" I asked angrily.

"Am I not changing companies? But the registration hasn't been completed yet, so I don't belong to any club now, so it's always okay to participate in the activities of the literary club, right? Besides, Mr. Zhou and the president also agreed. "It's cunning.

Although the coach agreed to let Miller join the team after the trial, he has not yet completed the registration of the club, and we only have 17 players in the squad for today's game. Even if the club is registered, the player's supplementary registration must be submitted to the Mayor's Cup Committee, and at least after the National Day, Miller will be eligible to participate. Fortunately, this is the fourth weekend, and there will be a holiday in a few days, and there will be no official competition before the National Day.

"Today is not an official activity of the Literature Club, but Mr. Zhou took us to play." My sister added.

The breeze blows, the sky is blue, and the sun at the end of September is as pleasant as autumn, so it's nice to sit on the grass. Teacher Zhou took out a few pieces of paper with a good smell of poetry, and asked us to draw a poem and read it.

"Can we join?" Two girls walked up behind us, and I remember that they were on the sidelines during today's game. One of them had a camera around her neck, and I remembered that she was Yue Yin from the news agency. This club has its own independent WeChat public account, on which every week it publishes some school news written by the students themselves. She said that she also posted an exclusive interview with Kuang Hao and Mu Zheng yesterday as a pre-match preview of the first game and the team's outlook for the new season. Of course I don't know, but Miller says he's seen it. This Class 10 classmate is equivalent to our team reporter, in addition to working part-time as our home MC, I know her, she and her sister have been good friends since childhood. "The green mountains are hidden in the water", "The mountains are in the void and ethereal", my sister said these two poems as soon as she mentioned her name.

The other is from Class 7, graduated from a middle school attached to a primary school, named Xu Mu, and Teacher Zhou knows her. She's tall, heroic, and played in elementary school, so she's interested in the game, and I'm here to be a spectator today. She was the one who spoke to Miller in the stands.

Is there no women's football team in No. 1 Middle School? The flag on our stands has not been removed, "Jiangyuan City No. 1 Middle School Men's Football Team". Since we are a football club, it stands to reason that both male and female students can join the club, why is there only boys in the school team?

"Brother Mu Zheng played very well today, thanks to your classmates, that ball passed really well." She said it to me, and I stole a glance at Teacher Zhou as I dodged her eyes. She didn't react, but her face seemed to be a little red.

The teacher welcomed them very well, and it happened that there were a few poems left in their hands.

We read quietly, and the world lost its voice except for the wind. Everything melts into the flowing autumn and slowly brushes over the cheeks little by little with time. Who would have thought that there had been a fierce game here dozens of minutes ago? After the excitement and excitement fade, the calm breathing is equally fascinating. I wanted to lean against a tree and listen to the snorting of the leaves and the ants climbing the wrinkled branches. Millet's head was pressed against mine, reeking of the sun. My sister might go to a nearby fruit shop and bring a handful of mangoes and oranges, and we would take a few of them unscrupulously, tear open a layer of skin and bite into it, and the tender juice dripped down our arms onto our clothes, and then Xianxian would say, "Mommy is going to scold us again."

"Teacher, teacher, there are a few words I don't know very well." Miller got up and went to the teacher. The brief reverie in the crowd dissipated, but it was as vague as reality, and I almost thought that Xianxian was back, right next to me.

Each poem has no title and does not indicate the name of the poet. The teacher asked us to give the poem a title after reading it, or to guess what kind of person the poet was.

"End my years of wandering,

I go back to my childhood home,

It still feels strange to me.

My hands have touched the trees,

It is as if a man caresses a sleeping man;

I've walked those old paths over and over again,

As if to remember a forgotten poem;

I've seen twilight fall,

Delicate crescent

Move past the leafy palms

Seek the shelter of its shadow,

It's like a bird throwing itself into the nest.

Before I get acquainted with this old home again,

Before I got used to it again,

Between the walls of its courtyard,

what kind of flock of birds will be accommodated in the sky;

How many heroes of the Zephyr,

will converge in the depths of the alley;

And the delicate crescent,

And how much tenderness will be injected into the garden. ”[1]

Yue Yin read the first poem.

"I don't know much about poetry. I feel that this poem is so gentle. In terms of the title, I wanted to say "Coming Home" at first, but it was too ordinary, and then I thought about "Reunion". ”

When we asked the teacher for the answer, the teacher smiled and said that there was no standard answer: some of the titles of these poems were translated, and the translator might not be able to convey the exact meaning; And some have no titles, which allows us to play freely.

"Nothing closer,

All contingencies are stereotyped among us;

Only sunlight shines through the colorful foliage

Divided into two pieces of willing hearts, the same.

When the season comes, they will fall separately,

And the great tree that gave birth to us is evergreen,

Its mockery of our unkindness

(and weeping) is at peace in the old roots of unity. ”[2]

Xu Mu said that the name she gave the poem was "Growth and Change", and that "when the season comes, they will fall separately" reminds it of the scene when they graduated from primary school, and the 100-year-old No. 1 Middle School is like the giant tree that is evergreen.

The silence was silent.

I walked onto the stage.

by the open door

I'm trying to probe in the echo

What kind of future does it contain?

Night and a thousand binoculars

It's being aimed at me.

God, Heavenly Father, if possible,

Take the cup from me.

I like your stubborn conception

Prepare to play this role well.

And it's a different drama that's going on.

Let me go this time.

However, the whole plot has been decided,

The end of the road is in sight.

I'm lonely among hypocrites.

Life is not about stepping into the field. ”[3]

"I feel like it's a poem written in the voice of an actor. He doesn't seem to want to obey and insists on what he believes in, but at a great cost. He seems to have discovered that his efforts may not change anything, but he still does not want to go along with the dirt, and the result can only be loneliness. However, the last sentence made me feel that he was brave, as if he recognized that life was not so good, but did not run away. I wanted to call it "Life and Destiny." Am I right? My sister looked at Teacher Zhou.

"There are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand readers. Just say what's in your heart. ”

"But I'm afraid that I'm going off the rails, and in the end it's just talking to myself?"

"Sometimes you can see the scenery even if you go off track. Don't worry too much, literature itself is an expression of oneself, and reading is also an expression. If you don't see the poet in this poem but yourself, that's fine. ”

"Thinking about the past, crossing the river and drying, the moth looks low and looks over the mountain.

Sleep together and listen to the autumn rain, and the little people are cold. ”[4]

"I didn't know a few words just now, but the teacher marked the pronunciation and meaning for me, and now I roughly understand. It's a coincidence, it seems that I am the only one who smokes ancient poems. I feel that the artistic conception is very beautiful, but it is a little cool, and there are ...... It seems that two people lying together have not fully understood each other? Hopefully, they will be able to talk and tell each other what they are thinking when the rain stops. ”

Millet handed me his piece of paper, and if I hadn't seen the text, I really didn't know what he was reading.

"Actually, it's hard to tell the other person what's on your mind." Xu Mu said.

"Yes. I hope that person is worth talking to. He said.

"This song seems to be a memory? The first phrase I heard was 'thinking about the past'. Yue Yin said, "I don't know if the two of them will have a chance to 'sleep together and listen to the autumn rain'." Thinking about it this way, 'each of them is cold' is quite extravagant. ”

Mi Le gave this poem "Waiting", he said that it didn't quite look like the title of an ancient poem, but Mr. Zhou said it was good.

It was my turn.

"O Lord! It's time. Summer used to be big.

Cast your shadow on the sundial,

Let the autumn wind blow across the fields.

Let the last fruit grow full,

Give them two more days of the southern climate,

force them to mature,

The final sweetness is brewed into strong sake.

Whoever does not have a house at this time does not have to build,

Whoever is lonely at this time will be lonely forever,

And he was awake, and he was reading, and he was writing long letters,

Go back and forth on the boulevard

Wandering restlessly, in front of the fallen leaves. ”[5]

I just want to lie down in the autumn fields, listen to the blue sky and white clouds, do nothing, read the poem again, quietly shed tears, and don't let anyone see it.

The poem ...... It's wonderful. Lonely, lonely, adrift, but not so sad. I can't tell why, but I feel like I want to live, to live all the time, to be a poet, to be in the fall...... I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm talking about, but after reading this poem, I feel like I need to be gentle, gentle with everyone. This poet must also be a very gentle person. That one...... This poem is so good that I can't come up with a title, and it's satisfying to read it. If it had a title, it would be very ordinary, not flashy at all. ”

Who's rubbing my head again?

At the end of the day, my sister pulled me aside, and Millet was waiting for me outside the stadium.

"Wei Wei, you made the old lady very happy today."

"What?"

"It's nothing, you played well. By the way, Mr. Zhou said, you have always been a member of the Literature Club, if someone in the football club bullies you, just tell us. ”

"Forget it, no one bullied me over there, only you have bullied me since I was a child."

"Today I think you're a bit like a hunter, and it would be better if you looked like a little more like a light cavalry."

"Can you say something I understand?"

"Then I'll be blunt, your face is very comfortable to pinch."

”

[1] Jorge Luis Borges, The Return.

[2] Mu Dan, "Eight Poems", No. 8.

[3] Boris Pasternak, Hamlet.

[4] Zhu Yizun, "Gui Dianqiu: Thinking of the Past".

[5] Rilke, "Autumn Day".