Li Qing has publicly written three poems, namely "To See or Not to See", "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", and "Believe in the Future". Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Among them, "Believe in the Future" was published in the Oriental Daily, when Li Qing was in the period of being suppressed by the expedition, and after being invited by the newspaper, he used this poem to sing his songs, but on the contrary, he was not famous in the mainland.

What people remember most about Li Qing is the two poems "Seeing or Not Seeing" and "Spring Blossoms".

There are many people in the literary world who respect Li Qing, and in the hearts of many literary and artistic youths, Li Qing's identity as a poet is far higher and more valuable than that of an artist.

"Facing the sea, spring flowers blooming" is the most representative sentence of the poet Li Qing, which is now spread on major campuses.

And many students' desks and textbooks are also engraved with Li Qing's two most famous poems.

Han Han admires Li Qing unconditionally, and is familiar with Li Qing's songs, poems, etc., at this time, seeing that Li Qing is ready to write poems casually, there is a trace of sweat stains on the palms of the little hands holding the pen.

Li Qing parked the car on the side of the road, closed his eyes and thought for a while, brewed his emotions, and said softly:

"I hit Jiangnan and walked through

The face of the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly

Your heart is like a little lonely city

Just like the bluestone streets are late

The sound of trampling is not sounded, and the spring curtain of March is not opened

Your heart is a small window closed to it

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes

I'm not a returner, I'm a passerby......"

As Li Qing slowly narrated, a slow picture unfolded in Han Han's mind.

Time passed, the lotus blossomed and fell, I passed by a small city in the south of the Yangtze River, and saw a beautiful woman standing by the window, her eyes were stunned, her appearance was gradually aging in this long wait......

Han Han suddenly felt sour in her heart, she finished writing this poem word by word, neatly wrote it on the manuscript, read it over and over again, and then asked, "What is the name of this poem?"

"Error. Li Qing said with a smile, and then he started the engine, drove the car again, and drove towards his destination.

Han Han muttered, "Wrong ......"

Then she smiled: "I think Sister Ji will like it." ”

Zhou Ji's family lives in the Xiyuan School District of Beijing University, which is a collective housing, and most of the people living here are university professors with professional titles at Beijing University, as well as in-service personnel from some public institutions.

The community is not luxurious, but it is also a place where every inch of land is valuable in the future generations.

It stands to reason that Zhou Ji, as the general manager of Hanhai Media, has an annual salary plus a bonus of more than one million is definitely not a problem, and he can buy a villa in the capital casually, but it may be that Zhou Ji is not too interested in this aspect, even if he is worth more than one million, he has no intention of moving out.

Li Qing called Zhou Ji in advance, and the latter was already waiting in front of the community, and when he saw Li Qing's car coming, he hurriedly beckoned.

Li Qing saw Zhou Ji's figure at a glance, and next to Zhou Ji, there was a little girl of five or six years old, innocent and cute, wearing a white sweater and a small braid, holding Zhou Ji's hand, looking at her car with big eyes blinking, her expression was full of curiosity.

Li Qing immediately fell in love with this little girl, he parked the car in the parking space of the community, got out of the car, picked up a half-human-tall bear doll in the back compartment, and began to stuff it into the little girl's arms: "You are Huihui, right?" ”

Who knew that after Huihui took the bear doll, she fell to the ground, then hugged her arms and looked at Li Qing with disdain: "Hmph, I don't like rag dolls." ”

Han Han had just gotten out of the car and was talking to Zhou Ji with a smile, when he heard Huihui's words, he laughed out loud.

She was helplessly holding a bunch of puppets in her hands, not knowing what to do with them.

Zhou Ji glared at her daughter, and then bent down to introduce Huihui: "This is your Uncle Li Qing, this is your Aunt Han Han, call Uncle and Aunt ......"

"No, I won't scream!" Huihui pouted, her pink face turned up, and she looked like the world's greatest self-denial.

Li Qing felt that Zhou Ji lied about the military situation, where is this his little fan, this is completely a little ancestor.

But he also really likes this little girl tightly, her skin is delicate and clear, and her delicate appearance looks like a porcelain doll.

Li Qing squatted down and said with a smile: "Then what do you like, uncle will buy it for you." ”

Huihui looked at Li Qing and suddenly said, "I want Dad!"

Li Qing was stunned for a moment, he turned his head and looked at Zhou Ji suspiciously.

Zhou Ji's smile was as usual: "Baofeng is a professor at Beijing University, and he has been working on scientific research projects recently, and he is often away from home...... So ......"

Li Qing suddenly said: "Brother Feng should be a busy man, but he should also take care of the family, Huihui thinks so much about his father, no matter how busy he is at work, he should let him come back to see more." ”

Zhou Ji smiled noncommittally, and then took Li Qing and others into the house, she arranged for Li Qing to sit down, picked up the scarf and said to Li Qing with a smile: "You have nothing to entertain when you come to my house, but my cooking skills are not bad, Xiaohan, you come and help me get a hand, today we will make a table for Boss Li Manchurian!"

When Han Han heard this, he happily followed.

Li Qing thought that Zhou Ji was just talking, but there were hundreds of dishes in the Manchu and Han banquets.

But when Zhou Ji brought a plate of more than 20 plates of Manchu Han dishes to the table, and was about to continue cooking, before Li Qing could speak, Huihui opened her eyes wide and said with an amazed face: "Wow, Mom, you are so good today." ”

"Okay, okay, it's a waste if you can't finish it. ”

Li Qing was also completely convinced at this time, an otaku like him who can only make egg fried rice and make a clear soup and noodles, how has he ever seen a real chef.

He thought that Han Han was good enough in cooking, but he didn't expect Sister Ji to be even better.

Under the persuasion of Li Qing and Han Han, Zhou Ji washed her hands, and said while untying her scarf: "There are still a few desserts, just wait a minute." ”

Han Han exclaimed: "Sister Ji, you are really amazing, I will definitely learn more from you when I have time." ”

"I usually like to study some Chinese food recipes, and some dishes I don't know much about and haven't really tried them. If you really want to learn, that's great, we can have a partner and study together. Zhou Ji said with a smile.

In the middle of the staggering, Han Han took out the poem written by Li Qing: "Sister Ji, this is a poem given to you by Li Qing, I know that Sister Ji, you used to be a calligraphy teacher, and your calligraphy must be very good." If you don't mind, hehe, you can write this poem later, and we'll go back and frame it......"

"Really? I'll take a look. Zhou Ji had surprise in her eyes, took Han Han's handcopy and began to read: "I have walked through the south of the Yangtze River, and my face in the season is like the blossoming and falling of a lotus......