The perfect future of rebirth

I don't know how to tell the new words.

A group of young people in the twenty-year-old, what can be sent to life, as a sun that lives in the parents in the parents, maybe their material life is not so rich, but at least the food and clothing is worry-free, don't have to read the tuition fees and can not I am worried about it.

Therefore, the poems they have written, it is actually sad autumn, some tone words, plus gorgeous rhetoric, and built into a large paragraph, Lang Lang, the text, it seems like a good poem.

Zhao Poisheng is then sitting there, and the ear is constantly sounding, all are all such as "the sea, your vast, like a strong mind ...", "Blue Sky, you look at the meaning of uncomfortable ..." .

The brow wrinkled, Zhao Po lifetimely, the idea of ​​spit, try to make his expression look natural.

There is no way, as a presence of adult souls, he is hard to let yourself have an endless poem, what appreciates.

Although people around you feel good, but for Zhao Poisheng, listen to a group of people who are invisible, it is really not a thing that people can file interest.

I have nothing to do, he simply painted comics on the paper, and occasionally wrote a few words, it was the modern poems in the depths of the people after hearing this group of people.

Li Zhiyuan is very happy, standing there is a group of people's center, it is said that he has published a poem in the city this month, and it is very talented.

"sunny

Even the sea is brilliant

Dazzling

Windy

The people and trees by the sea have blown up

As a colorful balloon in your hands in your hands

The waves are very lazy on the beach

As a blue tone in the headphones

Beside the floor

Elliptical wind

So the sun is warm

Take warm and yang just sleep "

Li Zhiyuan loudly called the poem written, and the face was proud, enjoy the praise and praise of the surrounding people.

"The reporter who is not allowed to choose, it is really good." Someone said loudly.

"Yeah, whether it is a mood, it is very good."

"Our poetry seems to have a poem in the newspaper in the city for a long time."

"It is noble Li Zhiyuan to become a deputy society, this is not said."

The arguments around the side are clear into the ears of Zhao Po. But the expression on his face is very light and gently nod, and it is also recognized by Li Zhiyuan's work.

In Zhao Poisheng, this poem is just a mid-term.

In this world, many things seem to have, but in fact, it is a excuse for people to find.

For example, Li Zhiyuan said now, let Zhao Poisheng feel ridiculous.

"At the time, I went to travel and looked at the scenery of the sea. I thought that life should be like this ..." Li Zhiyuan stood in the tend to talk about it, but I saw it from time to time, it was clear, he was very proud. .

After all, it is a very happy thing to show your talents in front of the favorite girl.

"There is an object of words, you can find extraordinary things in life, it seems that Li Zhiyuan has used his thoughts to observe." Gu Xueyi judged.

She is a person who really likes literature. It is naturally more able to experience the taste of Li Zhiyuan in this poem. In her opinion, Li Zhiyuan's poem is already a rare poem.

"The school sister has a prize, and the two poems compared to the previous president, I am still far away." Li Zhiyuan was full, as if he saw Zhao Poheng, suddenly laughed: "Zhao Po., Listen Said that the two poems are written by your neighbors, don't you know that other works? "

Before the two poems, I was got from Hu Xia to the poetic society from Hu Xia, and everyone naturally liked it. But for the authors of poetry, everyone is divided into two factions. Some people think that Zhao Po is telling the truth. This poem is indeed written in his neighbors. Another group of people, but think that this should be his tutor.

The evidence of the former is very simple, because even Zhao Poisheng roommate Tan Kaici, he will not know that he will write poetry.

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But in any case, under the adherence to Mu Qingqing, the two poems published in school schools, or used Zhao Po.

Now, Li Zhiyuan comes out, undoubtedly, I am playing Zhao's face.

Tan Kaiji wrinkled, standing up, standing, he was going back, but he was pulled by Zhao Poing, and he got up his pen and Zhao Po., Looked at Li Zhiyuan, "no."

"Oh, isn't you, or you don't remember?" Li Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Jiang Lang is talented, but it doesn't matter."

Zhao Poisheng shrugged, nodded: "You are right, I didn't remember."

After a sudden, I looked at Gu Qingqing whispered. Zhao Poisheng said calmly: "And, I really don't like writing poems."

After saying this, he took the shoulders of Tan Jie: "I still have something, go first."

No way, I can't help but go, have that time, I am not as good as going back to the dormitory to see computer programming book, stay here, I have to die in the morning and evening.

Tan Kai smiled sorry to Hu Xia laughed, said to Zhao Po. "Do you have to accompany me, I have to go back to the dormitory."

After that, the two people left directly.

Looking at their backs, the people of the poetic society looked at each other, I don't know what this happened.

"Oh, you see, this person is not too open, I am just talking, I am still gone."

Li Zhiyuan smiled, but took the two nets from him.

And the eyes of all people, but they have been in the body of Mu Qingqing. After all, I know that Li Zhiyuan likes to Mu Qingqing, and Mu Qingqing also push the two poems of Zhao Po., The people have made a big play, what I Love you, you love him, and it is obvious that Zhao Poisheng seems to be the loser.

Because from the beginning to the end, Mu Qingqing did not block Zhao Poheng left, and did not speak when Li Zhiyuan ridicule him.

"Okay, okay, don't affect our mood for people who are not coherent." Gu Xueyi slowly opened, "everyone will continue to read poetry."

After all, Zhao Poheng and Li Zhiyuan compared to Li Zhiyuan, these people of poetry, and Li Zhiyuan is more close, Zhao Po is for them, is an outsider.

No one is noticed, Hu Xia, the face is actually very unrest, after all, Zhao Po is pleased, the result is ridiculous by Li Zhiyuan. She first feels that despite the seemingly peaceful, but in fact, This poem is actually not so beautiful.

Walking to Zhao Poisheng and Tan Shuo, Hu Xia stood there, the ear is still Li Zhiyuan and others, there is a browning, there is a piece of paper on the table, painting a huge pig head, quite cute, let Hu Xia never A smile in the corner of the mouth.

The reason is very simple, because the face of the pig's head is written in Tan Kaitou.

Obviously, this is Zhao Po.

Pick up the pair of paintings, just looked at a few eyes, Hu Xia stunned.

"The scenery of the sun is formed, those smoke are my soul in dance."

"The wound is true, the memories are true, the snow falls in the hands. But I am not really in the death of the stage."

"The strangers passing by, I hope you are not fat, lazy is not ugly, I hope that you will not live up, and the rest of the life is accompanying."

"I love! When you look up at the starry sky, I am a starry sky. I am willing to make the sky, stare at you, the star is all my eyes."

"Wandering in the road, the lights of each city, warm lonely walks."

"Consciousness, such as storm, thinking is a tram. Not far, the water drops on the heating pipe, vertical.

The line of time, woven into a smile, Wan Ma Pentan in the tick, wandering in the distance in the distance.

The nightly person wearing a hat is in the door, in your eyes.

Suddenly sad, you said so, let the people have no hand.

When the lights are lit, the infant dental degree, wisdom comes from the taste of corruption.

Golden light, golden eyes, golden pupil, have a golden squid, swim in your scorpion. "

One sentence, Hu Xia softly read, gradually, she gathered a large group of people around, when everyone was laughing, but in the end, no one laughed out.

"The Star River is awkward, but it is separated from the mountains, dials the forest, and the sadness will flow quietly." With the last sentence of Hu Xia, the pavilion actually appeared in a moment.