a memo

Chapter 63 Writing Poetry
I am a very emotional person. When I am emotional, I will want to write something. Most of the time, I will use a paragraph to state it, and occasionally I will write a poem to commemorate it.

When I lived in school, I wrote many poems, and there are two that left a deep impression on me.

The first one is a small poem written in October 18, the content is related to the contradiction in Chapter 10.

The standing punishment lasted for an evening self-study, and the head teacher asked us to go back to the classroom after class.

No. [-], No. [-] and No. [-] didn't cry much. They felt cold after standing outside for a long time, so they went back directly.

No. [-] and No. [-] and I were very wronged, and wept so hard that our eyes were swollen from crying. We thought it was ugly, and we just didn't want to go back.

The head teacher didn't bother to take care of it anymore, so he said that he would not return if he loved it.

"I won't go back, I won't go back even if I freeze to death outside." I became rebellious.

"I don't want to go back either." No. [-] lay on the guardrail of the corridor.

"I won't go back. At worst, I'll stand until the evening self-study is over." No. [-] didn't care.

The three of us just stood around, and we didn’t know each other very well after the first month of school, so we just talked about our previous school, how much better the head teacher in junior high school was than the one in high school.

"Meow~" A kitten appeared in the grass downstairs, squatting there, looking very lonely.

"I'm going to freeze to death, is this cat cold..." Number Six looked at the cat.

"It has fur, so it should be fine." Number Five also looked at the cat.

I felt uncomfortable in my eyes, so I took off my glasses, rubbed my eyes, and looked at the lights on the road in the distance.

"Wow, that light is so beautiful, myopia has its own halo." I pointed to the street light in the distance.

"Let me see..." Number Six also took off his glasses, "Hey, it looks like fireworks!"

We really chatted for a long time without saying a word, until the end of the evening self-study, we packed our schoolbags and went back to the dormitory.

It was too cold that day, and I cried too much. In short, I was deeply impressed by every moment. Before going to bed, I opened my notebook and wrote a small poem.

"You said there were fireworks and lights in the distance,"

"I think that's where the original intention started."

"The cold wind can't blow away the stubbornness on the face,"

"Hopefully that cat gets a good night's sleep when the stars run away."

The content is very short, and the things described seem to have no connotation, but every time I read this poem, I can quickly recall many details of the day of the punishment, even though it has been almost three years.

The other song was written by Lao Hong when he came to teach, that is, when he was in the third year of high school.

That night, Lao Hong said that the school had a poetry collection activity, and wanted to collect poems that fit the campus theme, and everyone could write them when they had time.

At that time, the "Yangon" group had just been established, and I thought it would be good to write a poem for my language group.

I hadn't finished my homework for the evening self-study, but I couldn't care less about it. I took out my diary and started "creating".

It was written and revised, revised and rewritten, and finally sent to Lao Hong for approval, and referred to Lao Hong's suggestion for revision.

"Break Ground"

Falling into the dust and looking around,

Yangon knows where to go.

Spring and Autumn come and go in a hurry,
Willing to dance with Can Xue.

Determined to break through the earth,

Hope you have a good word.

When I first wrote a poem, I remembered a sentence I saw on the Internet, "I will grow into a big tree, waiting for you to praise a good tree."

I just feel that this sentence is very emotional. When writing poems, the content also relies on this sentence.

In fact, poems, short sentences or articles with hundreds of words may not be properly worded when they are written, and they may be written on a whim, but they can carry the feelings when they are written, and store a certain unforgettable memory. It is considered complete. Mission, it has meaning to me.

　Readers who like to create are welcome to share your poems in the comment area! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)