Yao Wang's grades last semester were not ideal. They could even be described as terrible. Several major subjects were either B or C. Overall His grades were ranked in the middle, and among the few people in the dormitory, he was only slightly better than Jia Chao. This gap from his high school days made Yao Wang reflect. After a long time, the new semester began. He made a full study plan and arranged all his free time for self-study. Classroom, after school, his only way to relax is to write letters to Yuan Fang. Yao Wang has estimated several correspondences based on the postmarks. The time it takes for a letter to go back and forth is about two weeks. Although he replies quickly every time, Yuan Fang always delays it. So the actual communication interval between the two of them was two months. In order to sort out their feelings for Yuan Fang during these two months, Missing Yao Wang, he chose two plastic blocks with "Yuan Fang" engraved on them from a vendor selling mobile phone chains and pieced them together. A mobile phone pendant. He didn’t have a mobile phone at that time. He just carried this pendant with him and placed it in front of his desk during self-study. When you are tired from reading, you will look up and look at it longingly, fantasize for a while, and giggle a few times. Another way to relax is to write on scratch paper. Write Yuan Fang's name and some euphemistic poems on it. When I get interested, I will piece together a few poems. Later, my obsession becomes more and more serious. He often spends half of a class thinking. Worried that it would affect his studies, Yao Wang secretly buried the pendant in the flower bed in front of the teaching building. In this way, he felt that the whole campus smelled of Yuan Fang. After studying hard for half a semester, the midterm exam is still not satisfactory. This is often the case with exams in college. Either you are a genius. Either you memorize the teacher's class notes like a red book, or you have a good relationship with the teacher, or you have a way to do it. If you can't do any of the test questions from previous years, it will be difficult to pass the exam based on your own understanding of the course. Yao Wang is very He was distressed, but he still didn’t want to work for grades. It would be too boring to live college life like that. It happened to be the school’s Youth Week. The newspaper is recruiting new people. Through a friend's introduction, Yao Wang applied for an editor position. After a written test and interview, he finally successfully joined. He is responsible for a section called "Fantasy Ideas", which is dedicated to collecting all kinds of bold thinking and fresh ideas from college students. Not limited to practical significance, he can be as imaginative as he wants. In order to improve the quality of the layout, Yao Wang spends all his spare time soliciting submissions. While encouraging students of our college to submit articles, he solicited ideas on BBS, and visited relevant societies of brother colleges. He liked it very much. In this job, I can often chat with different people about all kinds of interesting ideas. I remember a buddy suggested that we go on the surface of the moon. Lay light-absorbing materials and only expose specific areas to form a famous trademark pattern. When the moon is full, there will only be the trademark. Part of it can reflect light. Just imagine what a gorgeous advertisement it would be if a big M or COKE appeared on the moon. As a result, the enrichment of life gradually alleviated some of the sorrow of missing Yuan Fang and waiting for a reply. He also tried to send his poems to Unfortunately, all the literary pages of weekly newspapers were rejected. your name Looking around shyly Because I read it accidentally your name Panicking, I gathered up a piece of paper Because it’s written all over it your name Show a knowing smile Because my heart is filled with excitement your name Yuan Fang A Spring Dream Yuan ten years past Yuan Fang A little bit of poetry and sorrow <Yuan> :: Flying flowers are as light as dreams <Fang> The boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow :: @@ Fang