Chapter 71 Commentary

Luo Yihe, one of the three musketeers of Peking University, said: If the body that carries the thought, if there is no color, the depth of the thought will also be discounted when it is impregnated.

This is true, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers, and the yuan can be spread with comments such as money and dung, even if Bai An becomes Tom Sue, the whole world loves him......

It's also impossible.

Luo Yihe, a Peking University poet who was as famous as Xichuan and Haizi back then, had a soul that was too free and active, so that the worldly shell could not carry his thoughts like a hurricane, and he suffered a cerebral hemorrhage at a young age, and he simply ascended to the sky in one step.

His poems have a good reputation in the circle, and an episode of "The Blood of the World" is amazing, but the years are a pig-killing knife, red cherries and green plantains, and now after ten or twenty years, there are not many people who remember this name.

Bai An was in high school in his last life, and the Chinese teacher assigned Haizi's personal research topic, and when checking the information, he naturally omitted Haizi's good friend Xichuan.

Shut up all men, and appear, O dead one, for twilight is a dream—silence gains purity.

This twilight is sad and wild, it seems to be mourning, but it doesn't seem to be, a hellish dark aura shook his heart, and he easily checked the background story, and then he knew Luo Yihe.

"Light", which includes two months of poetry and imitation works read by Bai'an Hospital, has Haizi's face facing the sea in spring, and the country in the twilight of Xichuan, but Luo Yihe is missing, this person's poems are too personal, the wind blows the wheat waves, and the rippling Bai'an is embarrassed to read it early in the morning.

However, two or three of the imitation poems were based on him.

It's just that the bone is missing, and the taste is not the same.

Aside from the overall comments, in the separate evaluation, those few of his own poems, whether they are criticized or provoked, Bai An read them on his knees, and he didn't dare to put a fart from beginning to end, he knew what level he had, and the three-legged cat kung fu was put in a pile of world-class real gold, and it was undoubtedly lined with scum, even if it was screened by Ye Wanran, the few poems that were the most taken in the imitation were also dragged back to the end.

Just like him, someone can tear up tears when someone likes him, what else can he say.

If he had a suspicion, he asked the gunman to write it for him, and he didn't refute it, because although the other party may have the purpose of being black for the sake of black, he has to say it...... In a sense, the truth is true.

However, the special point is that once someone picks the thorns of those world-class famous poems, especially a few domestic ones, this short cargo does not have a sleeve, and the guy will copy it.

Damn, the whole earth in our old family is a classic thing, you dare to be black, black you fairy board!

After brushing Weibo for more than an hour, Bai An directly brushed the trumpet "old captain who doesn't drive" into a well-known young master of the Bai family in the industry, and he is also a high-level brain fan.

The joke is slippery, scolding people without dirty, and the scriptures are damaged, which is called a high-end atmosphere like a rainbow.

After pinching, no one was willing to pinch him, so this product was satisfied to brush up on the big V comments.

The order of the poems in "Light" is from darkness to healing wind, taking the meaning of the rising sun, representing the morning light and hope.

So it is conceivable that the first song at the beginning can be said to be black in black - "Everything" by Master Beidao, with three views ******, decadent and unsightly, and enough experience.

"Everything is fate

Everything is a cloud of smoke

Everything is the beginning without an ending

It's all a fleeting pursuit."

"There is no smile in all joy

There are no tears in all suffering

All language is repetitive

All interactions are first-time encounters."

"All love is in the heart

Everything is in a dream

All hope comes with notes

All faith carries a groan"

"There was a moment of silence in everything that erupted

All death has a long echo"

Because it is amazing, because of the grief and indignation, and because it is placed in the position of the first poem, it is natural to comment that this "Everything" is human, and it is naturally the most.

Even because of the style of this poem, I read the whole book with preconceived ideas, and then looked at Haizi: "The sun hits the ground / Not necessarily / My chest hurts / What if it hurts", instantly thought of Bai Xiao'an's medical history, and then made up the scene of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child struggling in a desperate situation, and the emotional point was almost crying.

So much so that later, even when I read that the spring flowers are blooming, I feel shrouded in sadness.

And so in a week, the dark and depressing wind of the book "Light" was set for the public...... Before, he thought that the style of Yicheng's "Along the Length" was weird and sad, but in fact, in the eyes of the public, he was a tear-jerking nuclear weapon.

Most people may still be unfamiliar with Beidao, but those who know know that this poet who was expelled from China is a superbull - Beidao has been nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature more than once.

He was a firm and radical challenger, and in that special era, he had something in his heart that no one else had, sharply expressed doubts and denials about the mutated society, and faced the darkness and absurdity with a strong sense of historical responsibility and a sense of anxiety for the survival of the nation.

In the "Answer", there is a sentence "meanness is the pass of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble", the high-grade black of the Italian cannon level, and the person with a black pen is full of liver and gall.

However, Bai An, who was lonely and unheard of in his previous life, did not know this, he only knew it in the modern history of the system exchange in this life.

He doesn't have as much resentment as "Answer", the poems he reads in the morning will not be too angry, at most only sad, "Everything" is already the bottom line, and "Answer" is naturally not included in the poetry collection.

"Some people say that life is a cup of thick bitter tea, when you have the will, you drink it all, although it is bitter and sweet; when you are frustrated, you don't think about the tea and rice, and it is difficult to swallow. Life is a child who is forever crying and crying, moody, you can't offend it, only it can bully you.

Only after experiencing the ups and downs of life can people be qualified to talk about life and everything about life. Obviously, Bai An has this qualification, even if he is so young.

Bai An wanders the world with a tireless heart. He was subjected to the indifference of life, the attack of loneliness, the merciless torture of ill-wills and even horror and illness in the face of blood relatives;

When frustration, suffering, helplessness...... When the layers of encirclement and blows come madly, all normal people will feel tired and wandering, and talk about this child. At this time, the language is repeated, the faith is wounded, and even, the courage and hope that have been lazy to survive will become a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, and life repeats the beginning and end, but in that situation, it is pale and powerless!

I imagined that Bai An was in the most desperate situation, looking at all his senses to the greatest extent, from a strange angle, with the most critical eyes on love, freedom, joy, suffering, hope, and death

What is life, where does hope come from, and where should it go?

Like all poets, Bai An paid silent thinking and pursuit at the moment when his life was burning!"

PS: I didn't enter the palace to face the saint, I just rolled around in the hell of the exam...... back. Recently, I started two more.,Damn.,This time the cliff is going to hang up.。