Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat
In front of the diseased tree, the grass and trees are in spring
My boat, being held down by the anchor, cannot travel a thousand miles,
You are like a disease-ridden tree that cannot see spring.
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If he hadn't been able to say no to the class teacher with red eyes, they really wouldn't have been able to reach this day.
For the life of him, Chen Zhou couldn't understand why someone filled out the math test with the total score.
But the client held the paper, blinked his eyes, and asked if he could take it away.
"You can't choose between the wrong question on the back and the wrong question on the front."
For the life of Yang Yu, he never understood why someone with a score of 38 in politics would come to study literature.
"Are you planning to graduate and become a case worker?"
They laughed and laughed in between lectures.
Chen Zhou asked: "Are there definitely thousands of sails passing by the side of the sunken boat?"
In front of the diseased tree, are the grass and trees blooming in spring?
Yang Yu didn't say this.
He collapsed in the quiet examination room, and his essay "Spring Comes out of Dead Trees" became a suicide note without an ending.
Chen Zhou asked him if he wanted to go to Tibet.
He asked Chen Zhou if there was a crematorium after he got off the plane.
Later, Chen Zhou looked at the thin paper and trembled.
He said, this is Mr. Chen, how come he has never seen the world.
He said there was no need to buy a new calendar.
He said, Chen Zhou, you have to ask for Tibetan prayer flags for me, to save the souls who are unwilling to be transcended.
He said in Chen Zhou's ear——
I love you, but I'm a short-lived ghost
Later, Chen Zhou really went to Tibet.
In her arms she held the piece of jade pendant in which the dead tree bloomed in spring.
He asked for it step by step, hoping that Yang Yu would live a long life.
Purpose: love and freedom