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After the results of the mid-term examination were issued, although Jiang Fang did not get the first place in the grade, he was still in the top five. He was inevitably praised and encouraged by the teachers, but Jiang Fang felt so relaxed, so light that he could not stand up The feet, the loose bones were a little soft, and after drinking a bottle of beer, the east, west, north, south, and south became a circle, lying on the bed and never getting up.

The name written in big red letters on the honor roll, and the ensuing commendation conference, like many times in the past, made his name more beautiful than his own. Looking at the envious eyes from the audience, Jiang Fang finally felt uncomfortable. It's been a waste of hard work these days, especially when he saw Liu Susu's thumbs up to him and Molly's complimenting smile beside him, his shy smile became even brighter.

It was night, and he was alone by the window looking into the distance, there were row upon row of houses not far away, and there were still people passing by in a hurry or leisurely on the street, and the occasional wind blew in his ears, and his heart started inexplicably. Inflated, big enough to hold the whole world, his quiet eyes were wild, looking down on the world, he said to the wind who just passed by: "Remember, my name is Jiang Fang."

Then, apart from his normal study, Jiang Fang spent the rest of his leisure time on some idle books that had nothing to do with the classroom. From the time when his body suddenly became lighter, he didn't have much thought on his study anymore. The bookworm who has been hidden for a long time is even more unscrupulous once he emerges. A book can make him hold it from waking up to going to sleep and he is still unwilling to let go.

Liu Susu opened her big eyes and said to Jiang Fang, "You are really amazing."

Molly asked him, "Have you stopped studying?"

Jiang Fang put down his book, rubbed his eyes and said, "Let's relax for a few days, and then we'll talk about it after enjoying ourselves."

Jiang Fang is a true martial arts fan. Like most boys, he is immersed in the world of Jin Yong and Gu Long and cannot extricate himself. He occasionally reads some legends, and has read a few books by Xi Juan and Yu Qing, but he finds that those romances It is really not suitable for boys, and then turned his head and continued to sink in the shadow of swords and swords.

It started from elementary school to today, but as I read more, I gradually realized that there are repeated people and things, repeated one after another, and it is boring, so I wasted time on some things that just look at the beginning. Knowing the process and ending of the story, it is better to revisit the characters that make your heart beat, like "Swordsman" and "Seven Weapons" he has read for the first time now, as well as some famous books and magazines, These are all he bought with his flat stomach, so every time he goes home at noon, he has to eat a big meal, preferably one meal can manage two meals.

Parents were very hurt, saying that you can't read less books and eat more.He just laughed, and then his parents gave him more every week, and he always strived to be as average as before, and the occasional few times he returned was all typed paper.His taste is also improving bit by bit, from "Story Club" to "Reader", and then to today's prose novels and poems, he is getting closer to literature, and the language composed of words makes him feel What a relief.

Although the school has a library, it is not open, and I don’t know what it is used for. Jiang Fang can only borrow it or go to the stall outside the school to rent it. Occasionally, when he has spare money, he will buy two. Or when renting, he usually reads almost everything he can read, but when buying, he will pick and choose for a long time, looking for some books that he thinks he will be interested in reading again after reading it twice, just for This money can be spent more firmly.

People who have read too many books will naturally have some ideas, maybe they are jealous, maybe they will appreciate some philosophies or some feelings. Jiang Fang looked at it that day and suddenly felt that he should be able to write better than many people, so why bother? Money to read their books, instead of writing it himself and asking them to spend money to read his books.From hating composition to wanting to be a writer, this change of thought surprised him.

The class teacher who teaches Chinese stipulates that each student must submit a weekly diary every week. Jiang Fang naturally didn't like it very much before, and he just made up a mess every time, but since he had that idea, Then I began to consciously compose words, and the most recent weekly diary was written like this:

I have been trying to conceive all afternoon, trying to get my thoughts to flow down the pen, but it is messy.

Lie on the window and look at the scenery in the distance with your cheeks propped up. In fact, there is nothing beautiful about it. It is just a pretext for contemplation, a state of leaning.

After writing the above, there are only a few dozen words, far from reaching the capacity of a weekly diary, like a diary, and nothing like it, but it is not determined by the number of words whether it is a weekly diary or a diary, like poems, prose and novels, Maybe more than ten thousand words, maybe just a few strokes, or even a single word in the middle of the white paper... It depends on the content.

This is just making up, so it can be seen that I am not good enough, but these are words, something made up of words.not enough?Maybe count as a journal.

or……

After finishing writing, Jiang Fang himself didn’t know what it was, but he still handed it in and sent it out the next week. Jiang Fang hurriedly opened it to read the comments: Some mistakes in understanding, it shows that you really don’t know much , but it is rare for you to be able to write your thoughts truthfully, and truth is a key point of creation, especially for these essays, work hard!

It was also after this time that Jiang Fang started to write a diary, firstly to practice his pen, and secondly, there were always some things in his mind that needed to be written down, maybe they were some thoughts formed by life and thinking.

Several students belonged to the school's literary club, and they often published some masterpieces in the magazines they edited and printed. This made Jiang Fang a little envious, just like many people envied him.The magazine is called "Star Grass", which is very poetic. A poet wrote a poem on this topic, which was also printed in the commemorative magazine.His poem is as follows:

morning dew on the grass

crystal clear

like the stars in the sky

drop by drop

One is years, one drop is tears

What is hidden is a beautiful cheek

and the child who counts the stars

The poet and Jiang Fang were in the same class. They used to be unknown pawns, but after publishing this poem, they became famous. Later, they became more popular and published several poems one after another. Another poem was appreciated by the head teacher. , In the self-study class, he specially explained to the students, which made him very proud, just like he is really a great poet.Later, the students called him "poet", the original meaning was full of sarcasm, but they didn't expect him to accept it calmly, and they even praised themselves for it. The students said behind his back that he was thick-skinned and could be used as a chopping board, but he didn't. Method.

Although the writing of the poem is unclear, the thoughts must be superior to others, which makes Jiang Fang admire it very much.The poet's achievements are not flattering, so I often come to ask Jiang Fang for advice. I saw him reading something related to literature, such as novels and prose, and asked him once: "Do you like reading these too?"

"Ah."

"You like literature?"

"Well, it is."

"Then do you like poetry? Modern poetry?"

"Well, a little bit."

Asking is with a primer, like a fishing hook thrown out.Jiang Fang's answer was concise, but he still moved a little bit, which made the poet very happy, so he pulled a stool and sat down, and chatted with him about foreign countries, as well as many famous Chinese poets, unfortunately Except for those that most people know, Jiang Fang knows very little, and many of them have never heard of them, let alone their works, which amazed Jiang Fang. Although he couldn't get in the words, he could hear them Some fascinated.

Seeing Jiang Fangxin's envious expression, the poet was even more complacent, and showed off his knowledge even more, even though he was only a person with half-knowledge, just wanted Jiang Fang to bow down to his profound knowledge sincerely and thoroughly, But unknowingly gave away.

Generally speaking, there are only two kinds of people who know everything, one is that they know everything, but this kind of people will not show off in front of people like Jiang Fang, it will only make them feel like playing the piano to a cow boring.The other kind of people stretch out their hands to pluck a lot of fur but are afraid that others will not know it, especially when they meet people like Jiang Fang who are both envious and ignorant, they can just express their uniqueness without any scruples. Different or superior.

The poet's expression is okay, but Jiang Fang has the same problem as him at the moment to a certain extent, the difference is that he was aware of his show off and kept silent when he first started to express, but the man in front of him is No, he was still talking, and Jiang Fangzheng didn't know how to interrupt him. Liu Susu looked impatiently from the side, so he got up and sent him back.

Before leaving, the poet asked Jiang Fang: "Let's have a good talk someday."

"Let's talk about it later." In fact, what Jiang Fang thought in his heart was that it would be better not to have a future.

These words sounded like rejection, but the poet obviously didn't care about those hidden meanings, but after hearing that sentence, he said happily: "Well, I'll talk about it later."

After the poet left, Jiang Fang smiled helplessly. Liu Susu saw him and said to him: "You don't like to listen to his long-winded nonsense, right? Then simply refuse, or he will pester you. If I Just bang, who has the spare time to listen to his nonsense."

Jiang Xinxin thought that he still couldn't be as straightforward as Liu Susu. At most, when he was talking endlessly, his head was actually turning around with other things. Thinking about his liking for literature, I'm afraid it might just be so much better than that Ye Gonghaolong. Just a little bit.

Sure enough, after that, whenever the poet had time, he came to Jiang Fang, and Jiang Fang had no choice but to oblivious, and often made excuses to ignore him or talk nonsense, so that he could retreat.The poet seemed to be interested but did not retreat. He just stopped talking with Jiang Fang about literature and poetry, and instead chatted. This made Jiang Fang feel that he was much more pleasing than before, so he got closer, and occasionally It was also a lot of fun to discuss.When he accidentally flipped through his book and saw a sentence, Jiang Fang felt that he should treat poets differently.

That sentence is like this: Loneliness is the shadow of literature, which is faint but deeply rooted in the sun and cannot be erased.Signed is the poet's own name.