Peach Blossom Book

Liu Tao didn't know how Sun Rongrong would feel after reading this poem. She read it silently, while he listened silently. Every paragraph in the poem actually recorded Liu Tao's mood. Perhaps, there was something to say.

It's not clear yet, but it's Liu Tao's emotions that are causing trouble. He's afraid that once he says something, it won't sound the same anymore.

After reading the whole poem, Sun Rongrong was obviously moved by the artistic conception in the poem. She held the piece of paper in her hands and murmured, "This poem is really well written, Liu Tao, are you sure it was written by you?"

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Liu Tao rolled his eyes and was too lazy to explain.

"Hehe, tell me, I don't think you have such good writing skills. If you really wrote it, just admit it. I won't doubt you. I just want to admire the great writers in the future so that I can ask for them in advance.

Sign it."

"Writer? My little tricks are probably not worthy of grace in the eyes of those great writers. But this is indeed what I wrote myself."

"Really? I don't believe it. Why don't you write another one and have a look?"

"Well, you just said you wouldn't doubt me."

"Just write one, okay?" Sun Rongrong looked at Liu Tao pitifully, her tone almost pleading.

Facing Sun Rongrong's expression, Liu Tao couldn't bear to refuse.

Shaking his head, Liu Tao took the pen from Sun Rongrong, sat on the chair and meditated quietly.

After a while, he picked up the pen and wrote on the paper stroke by stroke:

As the days pass, loneliness remains forever.

Like those separated weeds, like those poor souls.

They are all as tall as me.

I sit and listen to the wind at night and listen to the rain during the day.

When the wind blows, I will remember. When the wind blows, I cried.

The setting sun rests on your shoulders, falling gently beside me, falling gently.

"Here, I'm not writing poems silently." Liu Tao handed the finished poem to Sun Rongrong, but his mood at this time was not the same as before. Perhaps, he just wanted to gain a little more recognition from Sun Rongrong in this way.

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Sun Rongrong carefully read the poems written by Liu Tao, and then sat quietly aside.

"Liu Tao, do you know? In my eyes, you are actually a talented genius."

"But, in the eyes of the teacher, I am an undisciplined hooligan. You are not the education department. You can't give me extra points for the college entrance examination if you appreciate me." Liu Tao shrugged helplessly. There was a hint of concern about today's society in his tone.

The disdain of the education system. A long time ago, Liu Tao had imagined that if he took the college entrance examination, he would write four big words on the test paper-"I can't do it."