"You, you, you ......"

Jiang Wenbin and Xu Hua almost vomited blood, pointing at Mo Bai speechless. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

They know that although Mo Bai's words are too ugly, many pure literary works are indeed supported by the state. For example, what kind of literary awards are held, and what kind of literary propaganda is made, there are very few real ordinary people who buy pure literary works. This is also the dilemma encountered by pure literature at present, and the writers' association has conducted many studies and discussions, but it has been difficult to find a good method.

"Mr. Mo Bai, don't get excited, take a sip of tea. ”

Li Jiannan interrupted Mo Bai to continue. If you say that again, maybe it's really a PK.

"Headache. ”

Li Jiannan pressed his temples, and he also had a headache.

I knew that these traditional writers and Internet writers had such a big hatred, what did they do when they were pulled together.

Well, now this salon has just begun, and in the blink of an eye, it has become a fight.

"Since Mr. Mo said that your online literature is the mainstream, he also said that your online literature is actually the same as all literature. So, let's not talk about anything else, let's talk about the tradition of our literary part. Just like the poetry and poetry just now, although the poetry and poetry are still inherited, there are fewer and fewer people in this society. Mr. Mo is a leader in online literature, and I think there should be research on some of our traditional cultures. ”

"A little research. ”

"In that case, I have a poem here, and I hope Mr. Mo will guide me. ”

The literati have always been arrogant, and they all have the idea that Lao Tzu is the best in the world.

was scolded by Mo Bai just now, how could Jiang Wenbin and Xu Hua stop, and they had to find a way back when they said anything.

"Two, maybe you don't know, Mo Bai is very good at writing poetry. ”

Not wanting to watch the two of them being slapped in the face again, Yang Man reminded Jiang Wenbin and the two said.

"yes, I want to enjoy it for a while. ”

Jiang Wenbin didn't care at all.

He knows these online writers, although he knows that these guys are smart and studious, and their eloquence is also good, but in the end, the foundation is relatively thin, and they are not from a professional class, most of them are wild, and they can't be on the stage at all. It may be okay to write some limerick poems, but it is difficult to write some thoughtful and connotative poems.

Of course, this is just what they have in their minds. If they knew that Mo Bai had given some of his fans a gift at noon, I was afraid that they would lend him ten more dares, and they would not dare to talk about poetry.

It's just a pity that at that time, a few people signed the meeting at a certain distance, and a few people didn't know what Mo Bai wrote.

I thought it was just like them, just sign a pen name on the paper.

[You can't go to your cemetery and offer a bouquet of flowers.]

But he is destined to devote his life to reading your poems

With thousands of miles of wind and snow crossing

A festival of brokenness, and a tremor of my soul

I was finally able to write according to my heart

But they can't live according to a person's heart

This is our common tragedy ......]

Maybe it's a contempt for Mo Bai, or maybe it's because he's very confident in his poetry skills, even if Yang Man reminded him, Jiang Wenbin didn't take him seriously, and after glancing at Mo Bai, Jiang Wenbin stood up and read out a modern poem he had recently written.

"Good poetry. ”

Xu Hua was the first to applaud.

"Very poetic, Lao Jiang, your poetry skills have improved a lot. ”

Li Jiannan also said appreciatively.

"It has long been rumored in the industry that Wen Bin is very good at writing poetry, and when I saw it today, it was indeed the case. ”

This poem is actually okay, but if you really want to study it, it is actually like that.

As a director of the Writers' Association, Yang Man has always had a wide vision, although he didn't feel anything in his heart, but he also made a small comment.

"Where, where, everyone laughed, just did it, and it didn't deserve anything. ”

Jiang Wenbin said politely, although he looked modest, but he didn't know how happy he was in his heart: "Compared to Xu Hualai, my level is still far behind." Xu Hua, what are you still sitting there doing, take out your masterpiece. ”

"What Brother Jiang said, my level is just like this, offering ugliness, offering ugliness. ”

The two had already discussed, Jiang Wenbin finished reading his poem, and Xu Hua continued to read.

How powerful a father is. Carrying his brother on his shoulders

With me on his back and his sick sister in his hands

Ten miles of irrigation embankment, only my father

On the go. A hole in the gray sky was torn open

The mother who is far away in southern Fujian is like the light falling

Shine on the father's forehead

Against the direction of the river. I feel

The faster my father walked, the faster the water flowed......]

After reading it, Xu Hua said: "This is written down on the third anniversary of my father's death, and to this day, I am also the father of my child, and I feel a lot of feelings......

is probably sincere in feelings, after reading this poem, Xu Hua's eyes are red, and he is very sensational.

"Amazing, Xu Hua, your work with feelings is too strong for me. ”

Jiang Wenbin was shocked in his heart and said.

This poem is indeed much more clever than his, and it also has a lot of connotation.

"Xu Hua, mourning, the deceased is gone, we should live a better life. ”

Li Jiannan comforted Xu Hua and said.

"It's a very good poem that reminds me of my own father. In the past, many people looked down on modern poetry, but if there were more poems like this, I think our modern poetry would be more widely disseminated. ”

If Jiang Wenbin's previous evaluation was average, then Xu Hua's one, Yang Man is really eye-catching.

"Very well written. ”

Mo Bai also applauded at this time and said. No matter what the character of the two is, everyone still has his shining point after all. This father's modern poem is indeed written profoundly and makes people remember a lot.

"It is really commendable to be praised by Mr. Mo. ”

Seeing that even Mo Bai opened his mouth to praise, Jiang Wenbin was proud, but quickly said: "I don't know if Mr. Mo has a masterpiece to communicate with us and appreciate." ”

"Well...... this"

Mo Bai was a little embarrassed, shook his head, and said, "I don't have much research on modern poetry, I usually just write some limerick poems." ”

"Mr. Mo is modest, literary exchanges, no distinction between superior and inferior, just communication. ”

Doggerel.

Sure enough, these guys know how to write limericks.

Jiang Wenbin was even more proud, but in order to tempt Mo Bai to write poetry, the more polite he said.

"Yes, Mr. Mo, don't be too modest, you know, some of your fans are looking forward to your masterpiece. ”

This is what Xu Hua said.

I was immersed in the feeling of my father just now, and I also woke up at this time.

When he finished speaking, Xu Hua didn't forget to point to the many fans in front of him.

"Damn, I'm in trouble. ”

"What's the matter, what's the trouble, Mo Bai is a little prince who writes poetry, what's the trouble?"

"Don't you see that these two guys are forcing Mo Bai to write modern poetry. ”

"Well, that's right. ”

Modern poetry is not the same as ancient poetry.

No matter how well ancient poems are written, modern poems may not be well written.

The two are different poems.

It is good to say that there are various formats of ancient poems, and most of them can still be analyzed whether they are well written or not.

But if you talk about "modern poetry", it is troublesome.

Because there is no format, you can write it however you want...... This also makes the whole modern poetry lack a criterion for judging.

You say he's okay with good writing.

It's okay if you say he doesn't write well.

Moreover, almost 99% of web novel authors, they will not write such modern poems.

Because in their eyes, these modern poems are actually moaning without disease.

"Well, since the two of you are so insistent on letting me write a poem, then I'll write one. ”

Although Mo Bai doesn't like modern poetry, it doesn't mean that there are no classic works in modern poetry.

Even if Mo Bai doesn't like modern poetry anymore, in his mind, taking out a random modern poem will blow up the two of them.

He just said that he didn't know how to write, he just wanted to tease them.

It seems that he was forced to be helpless, but in fact, Mo Bai had already settled on his chest, thought about it, blurted out, and said: "Walk through most of China to sleep with your ......"