We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

On Wednesday morning, the teacher didn't come, so the class representative for Chinese was leading the reading.

"A Moonlit Night on the Spring River, by Zhang Ruoxu..."

Who first saw the moon by the riverbank? In what year did the river moon first shine on humankind?

"Life goes on endlessly, generation after generation, but the river moon remains the same year after year."

"Great! Well written!" Chen Qiuhe said excitedly in a low voice.

"What's so good about it?" Li Mubai suddenly wanted to test her.

"Fortunately, it's beautifully written!"

"Where is the beauty?"

"Beauty lies in its excellent writing!"

It was like a nested doll; Li Mubai thought she had suddenly realized something and shouldn't have made any unfounded expectations.

This poem, hailed as a unique masterpiece that surpasses all others in the Tang Dynasty, has been passed down through the ages thanks to Zhang Ruoxu's only work.

Life goes on endlessly, generation after generation, but the moon over the river remains the same year after year.

In fact, these are emotions that ordinary people can feel, but most people find it difficult to express them in poetic language. The purpose of writing poetry is to write about ordinary things and express emotions that ordinary people cannot express.

This is a veteran's work; Li Mubai should take a serious look at it.

On Wednesday, the first period is English class and the second period is math class. Both classes are a double whammy for Li Mubai, but compared to the other, he hates math class the most, especially the interactive part, which requires people to write problems on the blackboard.

Li Mubai stood in front of the blackboard, scratching his head; he couldn't write it.

Xie Shu, who was standing to the side, wrote very quickly.

That awful math teacher even set up a control group.

Xie Shu took a half-step back, allowing Li Mubai to peek at her solution steps out of the corner of his eye, but he decided to answer honestly: "Teacher, I don't know."

The math teacher is a muscular man; one punch from him would probably turn him into a two-dimensional character.

"You don't know how? You can't even do such a simple question..."

After being scolded by the math teacher, Li Mubai was finally let go. He felt his confidence had been insulted, which is why he didn't like math class.

"Was that math problem really that simple?" Li Mubai wondered to himself after class.

"It's not difficult," Chen Qiuhe replied.

"All right."

"But it's not simple either."

"So, is it difficult or not?"

"If it's difficult, I wouldn't be able to do it either. That's just how math teachers are; they like to belittle people. Don't take it too seriously," Chen Qiuhe comforted her.

Since things have come to this, let's do some calisthenics first.

The boys in the liberal arts class were always at the back of the line, and the homeroom teacher would always be at the back of the line.

Li Mubai was doing silly radio calisthenics. The male and female gods in his imagination would fall from their pedestals in front of radio calisthenics. He really didn't know how the person leading the exercises in front of the whole school could not feel embarrassed. Maybe it was because he was facing away from the students.

He couldn't see what Xie Shu looked like doing gymnastics, but judging from her calm and collected expression, she must have looked rather dazed.

The club recruitment is this afternoon. Is it something to look forward to? Li Mubai wasn't sure. He felt both anticipation and trepidation.

Actually, I've already spent time alone with Xie Shu several times, so I'm not as nervous as I was at the beginning.

After music class, many students went back to the classroom to study, while only a small number of students who were assigned to work went to the club.

Xie Shu stood quietly at the door of the music classroom. Li Mubai walked over quickly, but his eyes didn't look at her. He said, "Sorry, class monitor, I've kept you waiting."

"No need to apologize, let's go."

As the two walked side by side, Xie Shu suddenly asked, "Were you badly injured when you fell yesterday?"

"No...it's nothing."

Li Mubai was nervous because he didn't know Xie Shu was going to ask such a question, and when he was nervous, he tended to stutter.

Arriving at the literary society's activity room, I opened the door to find it still dusty.

Li Mubai coughed and asked, "Shouldn't this activity room be cleaned?"

"Yes, I'll call you next time I clean."

...I should have asked less. Sigh, Jin really knows how to boss me around.

The bookshelves in the activity room were full of books, all from the school. Li Mubai and Xie Shu searched for a while before finding the club's publications and school newspaper, which were meant to showcase the club's style and be used for club recruitment.

"Class monitor, should we take all of these?"

The literary society's publications have been running for fifteen issues, which is quite a long history, all funded by the school.

"Just bring the last ten issues."

"good."

After wiping the dust off the magazine with paper, Li Mubai held it in his hands.

Xie Shu also took a lot of school newspapers, and most of the literary columns in the school newspapers were works by members of the literary society.

After closing the door, the two arrived at the playground, where many tents had already been set up. Li Mubai and Xie Shu found the location of the Literature Club, where two boys were sitting on chairs. They immediately stood up when they saw them.

"President, the tables and chairs have been moved in. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"That's all. You can go back to the classroom now."

"Okay, okay."

They said they were going back to the classroom, but they mostly went to the convenience store, since the opportunity to legitimately skip class was rare.

Li Mubai placed the magazine on the table and said, "Class monitor, if there's nothing else, I'll head back to the classroom."

"Don't you have to work regular hours?"

But there's still plenty of time; we can come back after class.

Li Mubai thought this to himself, but said aloud, "Okay."

Xie Shu sat down in a chair, glanced at Li Mubai who was standing and looking around aimlessly, and said, "Aren't you tired? Sit down first, it's still early."

"Oh, oh."

Li Mubai sat down, the faint scent of oranges less than a meter away, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. He decided to find something to distract himself.

Li Mubai randomly picked out a magazine from 17 and flipped through it. It contained modern poetry, classical poetry, essays, and novels—a veritable hodgepodge.

However, this is the case with the literary society itself. It has no clear direction. Apart from this year's cohort, everyone who joins does so because they have a clear interest in a particular type of literature.

He stopped reading the modern poems, since he wasn't particularly good at them, and went straight to the volume of classical poems.

What does it mean to say, "Being down-to-earth is the most reliable path, and creating miracles step by step"?

What does it mean to say, "Even when the wind and rain are raging, the most important thing is to keep a smile on your face"?

Li Mubai flipped to the beginning of the book again, confirming that he had turned to a volume of ancient poems, not a collection of seven-character verses.

Perhaps this episode is just a bit too lighthearted.

Li Mubai flipped through several more issues and found that they all had the same problem. However, some were normal, but most of them did not conform to the rules of tone and rhyme.

He rubbed his eyes, feeling that they were contaminated.

"How's it going?" Xie Shu also took out one of the issues and asked.

Li Mubai had never liked to show off in front of Xie Shu, as it made him feel like he was putting on an act, and besides, he wasn't actually that capable. He organized his thoughts and said, "You both have a strong middle school student vibe."

This statement is neither a false praise of its writing nor a sarcastic denigration of its poor quality.

"What about this one?"

Xie Shu leaned closer, and Li Mubai felt a pang of panic as he sensed her approach. He followed her slender finger to the tip of her hand; it was a seven-character quatrain:

A couple's one-year anniversary trip online, also expressing their feelings.

秋客

On this auspicious day of the year, we enjoy the clear winter sky together by the pond.

The shimmering waves playfully ripple like flounders, while the gentle breeze stirs the intertwined branches.

People admire the phoenix and the luan bird, and Xiao Shi; but I alone know the plum blossom and the crane, and Lin Bu.

If I may ask who has been my companion throughout my life, it is only simple tea and rice, and books and poems.

……