The arrival of three people interrupted the meeting of the poetry club members. One of the girls had shawl hair and was wearing a gray gown, a black sweater, and a pair of cyan jeans. She looked very simple.

The schoolbag beside her is bulging, and her face, which is not painted with any makeup, reveals a calm and confident charm because she has read poetry and books.

Her name is Feng Lanhui, and she is a department beauty in the Department of Chinese Language and Literature of Yenching University in grades 7 and 8. Shi Qingzhang fell in love with her at first sight during a literary club event. Over the past two years, he has been pursuing her crazily. He went to the Chinese Department all day long to write love letters.

Until now, it has not touched the heart of a beautiful woman.

Bai Zirui saw that she knew the cause and effect of the matter. It was estimated that Feng Lanhui had arrived at the poetry club, and Shi Qingzhang had followed him, and even wanted to drag him and Qiu Yingjie to join the poetry club. It was obvious that the drunkard's intention was not to drink.

Feng Lanhui watched the three people arrive, stepped forward to greet him, gave Shi Qingzhang a hard look, and asked lightly: "What are you doing here?"

Shi Qingzhang said with a shy smile: "Join the poetry club and feel the edifying sentiment of our country's poetry culture."

Feng Lanhui refused bluntly: "I'm sorry! I won't accept it!"

Other key members of the poetry club heard the commotion and gathered around, led by a boy with a resolute face, a straight face, a straight figure, and about the same age as them.

He asked with a smile on his face: "Lan Hui, what's wrong? What happened?"

"President..." Feng Lanhui hesitated to explain. But it was a bit difficult to explain. Could it be that Shi Qingzhang was always haunting her? It affected her study and life.

Shi Qingzhang's eyes lit up when he heard Feng Lanhui's name for that person, and he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "President, we want to join our poetry club and feel the charm of poetry, but Lan Hui won't let us join."

The president looked startled at first, and said "Oh" in his mouth, and then said loudly: "Three classmates, my name is Chen Yongtao, I am the president of our Weiming Poetry Club of Yanjing University, Lan Hui is the vice president, they

Since she won't let you join the club, she must have a reason."

After Shi Qingzhang heard Chen Yongtao's words, he almost didn't mention it in one breath. What reason did Feng Lanhui have? She was not afraid that he would entangle with her. He would only be able to catch her if he didn't entangle her.

When he came home during the Chinese New Year, he told him that he had a girl he liked in college, and his father taught him the secret. To chase a girl, you need to be bold, careful, and thick-skinned.

He said sincerely: Lan Hui, do you know why I always come to your Chinese Department to take classes?"

Feng Lanhui thought in her mind that you want to pester me, it's really annoying. But she couldn't say this.

Shi Qingzhang thought to himself and said: "That's because I want to learn from Hua generation and describe how to love someone, and that person is you - Feng Lanhui."

Feng Lanhui suddenly blushed with embarrassment when she heard him say such explicit words. Bai Zirui was a little surprised when he heard Shi Qingzhang's earthy love words. Such earthy love words became popular in later generations, not to mention the simple and honest people of this era.

girl.

As expected, Bai Zirui saw the red-faced Feng Lanhui secretly glancing at Shi Qingzhang from the corner of his eye. As the saying goes: A good girl is afraid of a traitor, and a brave girl is afraid of a stalker. Seeing her like this, Shi Qingzhang chased her for two years.

She clearly has feelings for him too.

Bai Zirui decided to help them pierce the window paper, and said with a smile: "This female classmate must be Feng Lanhui! Our second brother always mentioned you to us in the dormitory, praising you as a smart and poetic Chinese writer.

You are a talented girl, and as soon as I saw you today, you are indeed worthy of your reputation. I just wonder when you will become our second sister-in-law."

After hearing what Bai Zirui said, Shi Qingzhang gave him a thumbs up. Feng Lanhui, who was already blushing but shy, felt even more embarrassed. She covered her face with her hands and turned around. Chen Yongtao and the other key members of the poetry club saw this.

I have understood the situation clearly, and I thought that it is not that easy to dare to come to the poetry club to chase our vice president.

Chen Yongtao said with a smile: "These three students want to join our poetry club, and they must have done some research on poetry. I wonder if there are any good works that we can read to see if they can meet the standards for joining our poetry club."

After hearing what he said, Bai Zirui turned to look at Shi Qingzhang. When he saw him nodding, his heart skipped a beat. They had been dragged by Shi Qingzhang to join other clubs without any conditions before, but they didn't expect to join the Weiming Poetry Club now.

He also had to write a poem, which he didn't expect.

Bai Zirui knew that Shi Qingzhang was pursuing Feng Lanhui, so he often read Tang poetry and Song lyrics so that he could have a common topic with her. As the saying goes, if you are familiar with 300 Tang poems, and you can recite them even if you don't know how to compose them, you must have some poetry skills, and it's time for poetry.

In an era of vigorous development, there will always be one or two satisfactory works.

Bai Zirui smiled and said: "Second brother, you come first, I've been thinking about it for a while."

He had to think carefully about how to draw lessons from it. First of all, it had to be in line with the characteristics of this era. Secondly, which poems he had read in his previous life had not yet been published. If he copied the poems, it would be ridiculous.

Bai Zirui recalled the poems he had read in his previous life. The 1980s was a nostalgic era and a literary era. After the 10-year storm ended, the literary world, which had been suppressed for too long, became active overnight like a blowout.

A large number of eye-catching literary works are constantly coming to readers.

The whole society seems to be full of literary youths. People talk about characters in novels, recite excellent poems, and borrow literary books and various periodicals from each other...

This was an era of unprecedented prosperity for Chinese literature, and it was also a stage when Chinese writers had the highest creative enthusiasm and outstanding achievements.

In the early 1980s, literature not only occupied a dazzling position, but also played the role of enlightenment. This era was a golden age of thought and culture, demonstrating the multidimensional value of literature. For most literary youths, it was an ideal reconstruction

era.

People look forward to their upcoming beautiful life with great expectation. People finally experience passion, fanaticism, ideals and romance. Poetry has become the best choice for some people to express their inner world.

In this passionate era, there are poems that people love and poets that are unforgettable. The 1980s is a literary era worth remembering and a new era of reform and opening up that the Chinese people can never forget!

In this era of inheriting the past and linking up with the future, starting from the "scar literature", a group of writers and poets emerged, leaving deep memories in the hearts of two generations. Among them are famous poets such as Bei Dao, Haizi, Gu Cheng, and Shu Ting.

In later generations, basically everyone can recite a few sentences, "Despicability is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble."

"Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming."

"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light."

While Bai Zirui was recalling the booming development of poetry in the 1980s, he was thinking about which poem to use. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he remembered one of his poems. This poem is a new lyrical poem full of inspirational colors.

, the success, love, struggle and future in the poem can be called chicken soup for the soul. It has been selected into many textbooks such as middle school Chinese and college Chinese.

Can you guys give me any suggestions on which poem to use?

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