I will also write poetry

When ancient civilizations are left with only incomprehensible languages, legends become immortal poems.

In high school, when we went to bed at night, everyone was into listening to 'Zhang Zhen Telling Ghost Stories.' In the middle of the night, with gusts of cold wind, suddenly a guy 'whoosh' sat up, jumped to the floor, and started spinning around. Everyone was terrified in the eerie atmosphere. After he finished spinning, he started jumping nonstop. We all watched him but didn't dare make a sound. Suddenly he said: 'Can you really just watch me have a cramp like this, with no one helping?!!'