Cao Xiuwen stroked his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hand, and he manipulated the mouse a little awkwardly to check a short poem sent by the student.

"Who wrote this?

As a senior professor of Chinese at Fudan University, Cao Xiuwen's literary attainments are quite high, and as a trendy school who is almost sixty years old, he understands computers, is willing to surf the Internet, and knows some popular things.

At present, this nameless poem describes the well-known story in a relaxed and witty tone, although the intentions in it are all things from Journey to the West, but between the lines it reveals Sun Wukong's yearning for simplicity, simplicity and only life.

"What a mountain of flowers and fruits! Facing the East China Sea, spring flowers are blooming. ”

Cao Xiuwen admired, this folk is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, any small poem can be written so appropriately, five hundred years ago, the unruly Monkey King was such a sensitive and optimistic image in his heart.

There was a faint contrast and cuteness, Cao Xiuwen watched it repeatedly, and then slowly poked the keyboard with his fingers, and he asked Xie Yutong, "Who wrote this? Is there a follow-up?"

At this time, Xie Yutong didn't expect the usually busy tutor to reply so quickly, she was browsing the comments under Zhang Chu's Weibo.

After seeing Cao Xiuwen's email, Xie Yutong hurriedly replied: "This is written by Zhang Chu, the top student in the college entrance examination in Jiangdong Province this year, and he also wrote "The Death of the Red Rabbit". ”

"I see. Cao Xiuwen has some regrets, this poem uses a variety of positive and joyful words and emotions to cover up Sun Wukong's shackles by the life of Journey to the West, which are the ideal life that monkeys yearn for.

Linked to the various darkness of people's interpretation of Journey to the West, which is just like seeking the sustenance of light in the darkness, Cao Xiuwen thought about it, and he sent this poem to his old friends.

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When WeChat was popular, Cao Xiuwen's old guys were still in the QQ era, and when Zhang Chu's nameless poem appeared in their group, the old men who couldn't sleep immediately had a topic to talk about.

There are only about 30 members in the inconspicuous QQ group, and if you know Chinese literature, the names of these people will make them feel like a pilgrimage.

Any name is well-known, and if you search for their names, you will probably be intimidated by the works in them.

"Hey, old Cao. When are you going to write something so interesting?"

He hadn't slept at nine o'clock in the evening, Ma Qiwei was getting older and less sleep now, and after quickly browsing the things sent by Cao Xiuwen, he immediately said: "Are you interested in posting it to our "Poetry Magazine"?"

Ma Qiwei is different from Cao Xiuwen, he uses a handwriting board, sometimes if the writing is too elegant, the handwriting board cannot be recognized, and can only use a relatively standard block letter.

Rao is also faster than typing, and the older generation is not very good at using electronic devices.

"Brother Qiwei, I didn't write this. ”

Cao Xiuwen hurriedly explained that the last thing a person like him would want to do was to take other people's works as his own, and he could be regarded as a real literati.

Ma Qiwei's identity is not simple, he is a prose writer, but he went to "Poetry Magazine" to become the editor-in-chief, and now he is about to retire.

When he was still writing and preparing to send it out, another old fellow, Shi Chengye, preemptively said, "Then who wrote this poem?"

"Guess. Cao Xiuwen was playful and wanted this group of old friends to guess and guess.

Ma Qiwei thought about those familiar names in his head, "This lyric poem looks witty and humorous, but it still has a certain foundation in its bones. Is this what Lao Hong wrote? He is a very childish person, maybe he would write such words. ”

"Otherwise, it's Ye Wenlun, this old guy likes to pretend to be a newcomer the most, and he almost deceived me last time he used a new pen name, if he hadn't forgotten to modify the submission mailbox. ”

"I think it's a bit like Tauber, that's what he likes best. ”

"Why can't it be a newcomer?" Someone suddenly opened up to discuss, "We old guys have fixed our thinking, who would have thought of using the Monkey King in Journey to the West to write this!"

One by one, the names were put forward by them, but they were all ruthlessly denied by Cao Xiuwen.

From the big names in the literary world to the up-and-coming newcomers, or the backbone of today's poetry world, they have all been guessed.

In the end, Ma Qiwei really couldn't guess, he immediately said: "Lao Cao, let's announce the answer quickly, I'm still waiting to invite him to publish this poem in our "Poetry Magazine". ”

"Save it, your "Poetry Magazine" is so conservative. This trendy poem should come to our "Poetry Jianghu", which is the base camp of avant-garde poetry. Chen Bo said with a raised bar.

There are a lot of magazine editors in this group, but these two people are-for-tat as soon as they meet, and they are decades of old enemies.

"Who says that our Poetry Journal is conservative? More than half of those popular modern poems are from us!"

Ma Qiwei really likes this little poem, although it seems a little too popular, but this is not a big problem, sometimes it is an advantage.

Cao Xiuwen replied coldly at this time: "I only know that this poem was written by Zhang Chu, the champion of the college entrance examination in Jiangdong Province, and the fierce general who dared to write "The Death of the Red Rabbit" in the college entrance examination. How you contact him is up to you. ”

"What? "The Death of the Red Rabbit" was also written by him?"

"Look, what did I say, it was a young man. Only young people have such an active mind and write such interesting things. ”

"He, my grandson likes him very much, and he is holding his phone all day long and reading some crime-solving novels. ”

"Who is this, and why do you all know each other?"

"It's really a bit surprising, the "Death of the Red Rabbit" that this kid just wrote is actually average in content, but the form is quite novel, mainly because it was written temporarily in the college entrance examination field and became a myth. Later, he went to write some suspense mystery novels, and now he should be back on the right path. ”

"Hahahaha, Chen Bo, you can save it. Just now I checked, this Chu Xiao has been admitted to Yenching University, I am a visiting professor of the Chinese Department of Yenching University, I went to the admissions office to ask for contact information!"

"That's just your luck, and it doesn't necessarily mean that people are willing to publish it in the Poetry Magazine, so don't threaten others. If it doesn't appear in the poetry magazine, you won't let him pass. ”

A group of old guys are all very fast at writing, and there is nothing in the way of talking.

Zhang Chu, who was far away in the air-conditioned room in Jiangcheng, sneezed several times in a row, and he didn't know who was discussing him.