"Comrades and fellow workers, I would like to share a good poem with you today,

The author is none other than Comrade He Yuzhu, director of the canteen in our factory and deputy director of Workshop No. 1."

"The name of this poem is "To the Oak Tree". The following is the content of the poem. Please enjoy it together.

if i love you,

The Lingxiao flower that never learns to climb,

Use your high branches to show off;

…”

As get off work was approaching, the factory's announcements came as scheduled.

However, unlike those old boring documents and eight-part essays in previous years, what I read today was actually a love poem.

It immediately attracted the attention of many workers, especially those young people with excess hormone secretion but no legal flow.

When they heard it was a love poem, their ears immediately stood up and they almost stood in awe.

I was just a little disappointed when I heard the content, and silently tightened my belt again.

But still listened carefully.

Keeping up with fashion and chasing fashion are inevitable choices for every generation of young people.

Without such selection, genes would have long been lost in the long river of history.

This is an era of scarcity of supplies and an era of barren entertainment.

In an era when films like Mine Warfare and Tunnel Warfare can be watched dozens of times, a blatant love poem is as attractive to everyone as a title posted on a movie theater bulletin board in later generations:

Today's broadcast of "My Tutor" is prohibited for those under 18 years old to watch.

That excitement;

That excitement,

Forget it.

In the broadcast room, Yu Haitang recited excitedly,

"No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok tree near you, standing with you as the image of a tree.

Roots, clenched in the ground;

The leaves touch each other in the clouds.

Every time the wind passes, we greet each other,

But no one understands our words..."

Guo Yu was beside him, and the figure of He Yuzhu that he saw in front of the supply and marketing cooperative that day emerged in his mind. He was fair, handsome, and polite. Jealousy flashed across his face, and he murmured and repeated,

“We share the cold wave, the wind and thunder, the thunderbolt;

We share mist, liulan, and hauni.

It seems like we are separated forever, but we are still dependent on each other for life."

Her hands reluctantly grabbed the hem of her clothes and growled a little hysterically,

"Why is it Yu Haitang who is dependent on me, not me?"

She felt very uneasy inside.

She originally went to the supply and marketing cooperative late and vowed to find a supply and marketing cooperative to work for, or a man who could make the supply and marketing cooperative extend her working hours for her.

Later, He Yuzhu appeared.

He didn't say anything, but Chen Song, a middle-level cadre in the factory, made connections for him and got the cloth and letter paper.

This made Guo Yu unconsciously put He Yuzhu into her seawall to be inspected.

It’s just that the falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless,

The goddess wants to give King Xiang Wumeng,

He Yuzhu didn't seem to have any sexual interest in her, but he and Yu Haitang had a lively conversation about literature along the way.

This made her feel sad and a little angry at the same time. They were really a couple. Who the hell would a serious person talk about literature these days?

Wouldn’t it be better to talk about pork rolls with green onions?

They all eat garlic, so what kind of coffee is there?

Guo Yu had almost forgotten this unpleasant incident.

Now I suddenly heard that this romantic love poem was actually written by He Yuzhu,

And seeing Yu Haitang's nymphomaniac look, Guo Yu guessed that this poem was probably written by He Yuzhu to Yu Haitang.

Wow, I asked for love and wrote poems,

And read it on the radio in public, how romantic.

It's a pity it's not me...

The acid water flows back into a river.

Not only Guo Yu, but many other people in the factory also stood stunned.

Sister Wang in Workshop No. 1 put down the wrench and looked up at Qin Huairu:

"Master Qin, why can't I understand what is being read on the radio? You are educated, please explain it to me."

"I, I don't understand either."

Qin Huairu bit her lip,

suddenly,

She wanted to cry.

"We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt; we share the mist, liulan, and hauni..."

Her eyes were unfocused and she was stunned, with only one thought in her mind.

"Husbands and wives should bear the ups and downs together, and they should also enjoy happiness together.

You can't just care about yourself, this is your view of love, is this why you look down on me?"

"It turns out that this is what you thought when you suddenly ignored me."

Tears fell silently.

Qin Huairu understood. This time she really understood He Yuzhu.

It was only because she understood that she realized that she had no chance with He Yuzhu.

She loved Silly Pillar,

There is no doubt about this.

But her love is too selfish. To love someone should be to give you my best,

Qin Huairu's love for Silly Zhu is greater than her love for her three children and her fear and worry about secular prejudice.

So she has always selfishly wanted to control Shazhu and let Shazhu replenish her blood.

She thought this was the best of both worlds, but little did she know that this was the greatest cruelty to Silly Zhu.

Now, Shazhu saw through this dream and forced Qin Huairu to re-examine this abnormal relationship. Only then did she understand her selfishness.

It was precisely because he knew his selfishness in the past that he realized that it was no longer possible to be with He Yuzhu.

"Oh, sister, why are you crying? Who hit you? If you tell me, will my sister cut him?"

When Sister Wang saw tears in Qin Huairu's eyes, she was so frightened that she hurriedly ran around. Why are you crying when you are working so hard?

I didn't bully her either.

"I'm fine, it's just that the sand blurred my eyes."

Qin Huairu wiped away her tears and tried to look strong.

"Oh, that."

Sister Wang glanced at the almost completely enclosed workshop and wondered where the wind was coming from.

…

In the office, Director Yang was packing his things and was about to leave when he heard the announcement and was stunned.

A soft smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't leave in a hurry. He sat down and savored it.

“You have your brass branches and iron trunks, like knives, like swords, and like halberds;

I have my red flowers, like heavy sighs and heroic torches.

We share the cold waves, wind and thunder, and thunder; we share the mist, the mist, and the rainbow."
To be continued...