"You should not be too fame and fortune when doing academic research. You should have a spirit of martyrdom. It is best to devote your entire life to it."

This is a sentence Han Xianru gave to Jiang Shuiyuan when he was leaving. The martyrdom spirit is too illusory. Jiang Shuiyuan did not follow Bruno and Galileo's plans, but the idea of ​​writing a book took root in his heart, and it was like the weeds in late spring. When the warm wind blew, it grew wildly everywhere, making him restless.

"Boss, are you suffering from hemorrhoids?" During the break, Wu Zichen saw Jiang Shuiyuan circling around the seat anxiously, and couldn't help but approach and ask.

Jiang Shuiyuan pointed at the newly emerging acne on his mouth and said angrily: "Are you talking about this?"

The first year of high school is the youthful age. No matter boys and girls, the acne on their faces is like their spring feelings. They will inadvertently break the tranquility and shock you. Even as a skin care expert, Wu Zichen cannot escape this disaster. One morning, he suddenly saw a few bright beauty moles on his face. Although he held beauty products from China and abroad in his hand, and the countless folk remedies and proven recipes found online, internal use, external application, medicinal food, and diet therapy, acne is still one after another, and there is a tendency to be uncontrollable for the Yellow River.

Seeing that his face that had been maintained for many years was about to be destroyed, Wu Zichen's resentment can be imagined. What made him even more depressed was that the river water source never needed any exposure, frost or water. It was facing the sky every day, and the wind and rain came and went. Not only did it have any freckles, blackheads, but its skin was so delicate that it was like a newly peeled egg, and it didn't produce oil no matter how hard it was tossed.

Don’t it be said that divine rewards hard work? Where is the principle of heaven?

Now that the river water source has been poked into the pain, Wu Zichen had to lie back on his seat with a resentful look on his face, take out the mirror and skin care products while applying it, and complaining: "What does it mean to be different from others? This is a living example! The earth is, you don't know what good or bad is the earth. The sky is, you are wrongly ignoring the wise and foolish as the heaven. Alas, you are so full of tears!"

"Oh, Meinan Wu is dressing up in the mirror, is she sympathizing with herself?" Wei Chumo came in and saw Wu Zichen smearing and twitching, and couldn't help but complain.

Wu Zichen glanced at him and said coldly: "I am beneficial to others and myself. I don't look like some people who are obscene and don't know how to clean up, and I jump around and affect the cityscape!"

Wei Chumo could not escape the attack of acne. He didn't know whether it was because of his physical condition or because he was lazy to take care of it. The acne on his face was more tragic than Wu Zichen, which was simply disfigured, but he didn't care: "Tsk! Acne is the mark of youth, just like baby teeth and fetus. No one can escape the baptism of time. You should know that a grandfather without white is regretful, and a grandmother without wrinkles is terrifying."

Wu Zichen curled his lips and pointed to Jiang Shuiyuan and Cai Xiaojia behind him: "Then how should these two explain?"

Wei Chumo was a little helpless: "It's good inheritance from his parents. We don't have such a good life, how can we compare?"

"It's true that's fate!" Wu Zichen sighed.

Seeing Jiang Shuiyuan's anxious look, Cai Xiaojia asked in a low voice: "Squad leader, have you not had breakfast? I still have a steamed bun here, why don't you eat some to put it at the bottom?" He said that.

Fourteen or five years old is when you grow up. In addition, the school burden is heavy and the amount of activities is large, so students are particularly hungry, especially after three or four classes in the morning, they are so hungry that they can swallow an elephant. Students with wealthy families have many small snacks such as cakes, chocolates, beef jerky, and so on, which can be taken out to satisfy their hunger at any time. For those with average family background, most of them buy pancakes and egg-filled cakes as strategic reserve grain. Cai Xiaojia comes from the countryside, and her family is not even considered a good family background. Many times, she spends a few cents to buy a big steamed bun in the morning, and keeps half of it, and then waits until she is hungry in the morning to lie on the desk before eating.

Jiang Shuiyuan waved his hand: "Thank you for a piece of cake, but I've had breakfast and I'm not hungry now."

"Then are you?"

"I am planning to write something, but I don't know how to start. I feel like an old cow chasing a rabbit - I can't use it with strength, so I can only circle around and look for inspiration." Jiang Shuiyuan did not hide it. Anyway, writing a book is not a shame.

Cai Xiaojia asked with her head in a squad leader, "Is the squad leader planning to participate in the Cute Cup composition competition?"

"Uh...just so." Jiang Shuiyuan then remembered that his class teacher Zhu Qingjia had assigned him another homework.

"What, what, boss, are you going to participate in the Cute Cup Composition Competition?" Wu Zichen immediately turned his head when he heard the sound, "Boss, you must give me a sneak peek after you finish writing! Although there is a ghost under your wrist and cannot write high-scoring essays, I have read countless classic works of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign literature since I was a child, and I can be said to have a magical look in my eyes. As long as you read the article to me, I will definitely be able to put forward pertinent opinions and take your masterpiece to the level!"

"Just because you write a lot of writing, you are embarrassed to claim to have read countless classic works of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign literature? Are you not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue?" Wei Chumo also turned around, but his eyes were mostly on Cai Xiaojia's face. "In my opinion, you are reading classic works such as "** Plum", "History of Love", "Madam Chatterley's Sunny Man"?"

"Little Wei Zi, are you judging others by yourself? Otherwise, how can you remember the titles of these ** books so clearly?" Wu Zichen immediately retorted, "You don't believe it. Brother, when I was in elementary school, I read "Ulysses", "Remembering the Years of Water", and "Zaratustra" as extracurricular books. At that time, you boy don't know what stream of consciousness is and what symbolism is, I'm afraid you don't even know which one the shrimp farts from?"

Seeing Wu Zichen and Wei Chumo having a great time fighting, Cai Xiaojia pursed her lips and smiled slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Squad leader, what aspects are you going to write about? Youth emotions? Campus stories? Essaying literature and history? Martial arts and science fiction? Or the worldly situation?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Jiang Shuiyuan replied honestly.

"Then do you think about what genre you can use? Poetry, prose, novel, or argumentative essay?" Cai Xiaojia snatched the broken forehead, "I know that you are good at ancient Chinese, but ancient Chinese is not likable in the cute cup composition competition. The judges and readers like novels, prose, and modern poetry are also good. I think you must consider carefully the genre and consider more!"

Jiang Shuiyuan smiled and said, "Actually, I am very good at modern poetry, but you just don't show it."

"real?"

Cai Xiaojia's eyes showed a strange look. Sure enough, for the beautiful and dreamy girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, poetry is the most lethal. Hearing Jiang Shuiyuan's joke, Wu Zichen, who was fighting fiercely, even shouted a pause, staring at Jiang Shuiyuan half admired and half confused: "Boss, can you still write modern poetry?"

“Is it difficult to write poetry?”

"Since it's not difficult, then you can write it for us!" Wei Chumo was afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

Jiang Shuiyuan thought for a little while: "Then let me talk about poetry, the name is "Notes". Then he chanted slowly:

I've eaten

Put

In the refrigerator

plum

they

Probably you

Stay

Have breakfast

Please forgive me

They're so delicious

So sweet

So cold again

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Chumo jumped up: "This is also called poetry? It is clearly a note that breaks sentences at will, and its title is just right!"

Jiang Shuiyuan laughed: "Do you think it is not a poem? In fact, it is not only a poem, but also a famous poem that has been recorded in the history of modern literature. The author is William Williams, a famous American poet. How about it, is it easy to write poetry?"

Wu Zichen said: "If poetry is like this, it is indeed not difficult to write poetry. I can also improvise poetry." As he said that, he shook his head and wrote a poem:

No doubt

The pie I made

It's the whole world

The best tasty

Jiang Shuiyuan raised his thumb and praised: "Good poetry! Good poetry! Student Wu usually does not show off his mountains and dew, but he did not expect to be quite talented in poetry creation. If you practice hard, you will become a great man in the future. How about it? Are you interested in becoming a poet wandering around the world? I have a book called "Poet's Handbook". Today I am destined to you, so I will sell it for you half and half!"

Cai Xiaojia said carefully: "Squad leader, it is probably difficult to enter the finals for writing such poetry, right? It is said that the judges of the competition are all famous scholars and professors, and there are more than 10,000 students participating in each class, so there are definitely many people who write poetry."

Jiang Shuiyuan said: "Don't worry, I will write the entries carefully."

"How to write carefully? Change the note to an IOU or a receipt?" Wei Chumo obviously did not think that Jiang Shuiyuan had the ability to write poetry.

Jiang Shuiyuan did not answer directly, but picked up a pencil and wrote two small poems casually on waste paper, and then handed them to Wei Chumo: "If I wrote it seriously, I would write this way. What do you think?" The content of the poem is as follows:

(one)

This road may

Nowhere

But someone came from there

(two)

I thought I saw a letter thrown on the porch

But that was just a moonlight.

I picked it up from the floor.

How light, this moonlight note,

And everything sags, bent like iron, over there.

After reading it, Wei Chumo replied dryly: "I think it's just a little better than the receipt, the IOU."

Wu Zichen immediately snatched the piece of waste paper, and after reading it at a glance, he immediately launched a fire attack on Wei Chumo: "Little Wei Zi, do you think Boss Jiang's poems are difficult to catch your eyes, so how many of them can you write them to open your eyes to us? Don't stand there and talk without hurting your back, who can't pick your nose and eyes!"
Chapter completed!