"Yes." Qin Yitian said. "I didn't bring my schoolbag. I borrowed pens and paper from classmate Hou Xiaolong."

A boy sitting next to Qin Yitian smiled honestly, silently proving the authenticity of what Qin Yitian said.

"Poems must have emotions----"

"I'm very sentimental," Qin Yitian said. "You took them to Quehe to learn "Farewell Cambridge". I stood on the bank and admired it."

No wonder she was able to compose poems in such a short period of time. It turned out that she was also one of the spectators in "Farewell Bird Bridge".

Thinking of the lively scene of crowds of people on both sides of the Que River at that time, including beauties he had not noticed, Fang Yan felt unreasonably proud of being a hero in the world.

"You also want to participate in the selection?"

"Now that it's written-----" Qin Yitian said nonchalantly. "Then enjoy the same treatment as other students."

Fang Yan turned around and walked up to the podium and said, "The new classmate Qin Yitian also composed three poems. Let's all enjoy them together."

Fang Yan cleared his throat and began to read:

You said that the drizzle is faint and the sparrow bridge is far away

Later, I hugged Whisper lightly and covered me deeply with neon clothes.

You said the spring is bright and the sleeves are green and the fragrance is red

Later, the west tower was hidden inside, and I stood quietly next to you.

Fang Yan glanced towards the back row of the classroom with some surprise, and saw Qin Yitian looking at him with a proud face.

Obviously, she is very confident in her work.

To be honest, Fang Yan was not sure that he would be able to write such a beautiful sentence in such a short period of time. This is not like the writing style of a middle school student, but more like the mood that a woman with countless emotional experiences can express.

How did she do it?

"You said that the soft breeze blows gently, and I lie down drunk and think about it.

Later, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the tents were filled with sorrow.

You talk about love so softly, how can we forget each other?
Chapter completed!