"Guo Dalu is a person who is too flamboyant, and his political attitude has not been very clear, and I think if we recruit him into the association, it may bring us a lot of unnecessary trouble. ”

In the past few days, the opening of the Golden Tripod Literary Award is imminent, and the members of the Chinese Writers Association have begun to meet frequently, one is to determine the list of award-winning authors, and the other is to make an adjustment to the current members of the Writers Association, ready to absorb some fresh blood to join the association.

The Golden Tripod Literary Award is held every four years, during which the Writers' Association will meet to discuss some of the issues facing the literary world today, while determining the list of winners.

Today, as usual, Song Taiping presided over the meeting, and after discussing the list of literary awards, someone put forward a proposal to invite Guo Dalu to join the association, and Song Taiping was very unhappy about this.

"Have you seen Guo Dalu's words and deeds recently? This person's thinking is very dangerous, and he is simply a good hand at stirring up trouble, and now even the investigation team has criticized him without naming him at this time, how can we let him join the association? This time it will bring us a lot of trouble!"

Lei Yu next to him said: "What is trouble? Old Song, you can't always associate literature and politics, if all the world's literary awards want is to sing the praises of merit, then the works of the Nobel Prize in Literature will be press releases of various countries!"

He looked at Song Taiping and said: "I think Guo Dalu, this kid is very good, he has literary talent, thoughts, does not blindly follow, and has his own unique thinking vision for everything he writes, which is something that many of us do not have." ”

Song Taiping didn't want to argue with Lei Yu at the conference, so he snorted: "Even if we agree to Guo Dalu's membership, people may not be able to look at our association?"

Everyone thinks that people don't look down on it, isn't that because you have a conflict with him?

At the beginning, the scolding war between Song Taiping and Guo Dalu caused a lot of movement on the Internet, and many minions of the Writers' Association came forward to help Song Taiping attack Guo Dalu, but in the end, it was over.

At the beginning, a group of association authors scolded Guo Dalu happily, but as Guo Dalu's achievements became higher and higher, the starlight became more and more dazzling, and gradually the scolding of some writers became lower and lower.

Now Guo Dalu's status is no longer within the reach of these little minions, except for Song Taiping, who can still spew a few words about Guo Dalu with his throat, the rest of the members of the Writers' Association no longer want to stab Guo Dalu's hornet's nest.

Not to mention Guo Dalu's counterattack, just the attack of Guo Dalu's fans, these authors are difficult to parry, a star with tens of millions, or even almost hundreds of millions of fans, is no longer something that ordinary people can provoke, they are also people, and they are people who don't do their butts very right, in the face of Guo Dalu's increasingly crazy fans, these people can no longer afford to go against Guo Dalu.

Some people began to change their stance and sided with Guo Dalu.

In any organization, any company, any association, the people in it are not all sycophants, there are still people with ability and personality in the association, and not everyone has to look at Song Taiping's face to act.

When these people join the Writers' Association, they are invited by the Writers' Association instead of taking the initiative to apply, and when they are happy, they can participate in the Writers' Association meeting, and when they are not happy, they don't even look at the so-called meeting of the Writers' Association, for example, Lei Yu is such a person.

There are still three or four literary scholars like Lei Yu in China, they are all writers who have passed the test of time and have had a strong influence in the industry and among the people, and their reputation and prestige are much greater than that of Song Taiping today.

Now hearing that Song Taiping is still angry with Guo Dalu, Lei Yu smiled and said: "Old Song, the list of our Golden Tripod Awards this time is about to be decided, Guo Dalu's "Me and the Temple of Earth" is fully expected to win the first prize in the prose selection, and when the list is announced, the people will find that the author of the first prize is not a member of the Writers' Association, and the reputation of the Writers' Association is not very good, right?"

Song Taiping snorted: "Hope does not mean that it must be! There are more excellent essays in the country, so you are so sure that Guo Dalu's article can win the award? We haven't decided yet!"

Lei Yu said: "I'm sure!"

Song Taiping: "............ I'm not arguing with you about this!"

When he wanted to say something more, he suddenly saw several writers huddled together as if they were looking at something, and a very strange look appeared on their faces, and several people sighed in admiration one after another, and almost at the same time took out their mobile phones and began to search for something.

Song Taiping's face sank, "Pay attention to the order of the venue, we are still in a meeting!"

A writer looked up at Song Taiping, who was sitting on the rostrum, and said with a teasing smile: "President Song, I just saw a poem here and want to read it, I don't know if it's okay?"

Song Taiping looked confused, "What kind of poems did you read during the meeting?"

Lei Yu was also very curious, he had the intention to dismantle Song Taiping's platform, "Old Song, this is a literary club, not a political club, we still have to focus on literature, now Zhang Shaoxian said that he wants to read poetry, it seems that he has found a good work, I really want to hear it." ”

Lei Yu looked at all the writers in the room and asked, "Do you want to listen to them all?"

A large part of the group of writers in the venue catered to each other and shouted, "Yes!"

Nowadays, there are many authors who are not used to Song Taiping, and now when they see Lei Yu doing things, they are all excited and have spoken out to cater to them.

Lei Yu spread his hands and looked at Song Taiping, "Look, the will of the people cannot be violated, everyone wants to hear it, why don't we obey the will of the people?"

Song Taiping's face was ugly, and only then did he know the appeal of the old guy Lei Yu to the author on the scene, he smiled reluctantly, "Okay, since everyone wants to hear it, Zhang Shaoxian, you can read it!"

Zhang Shaoxian, who was the author who said he wanted to read the poem just now, got up and smiled: "Then I'll start reading!"

This Zhang Shaoxian is very funny, he is a good hand at writing short articles, prose, short stories, all written well, and he is not a person who follows the rules in ordinary times, he is one of the people who proposed Guo Dalu to join the Writers' Association just now.

At this time, seeing that Song Taiping wanted to read it himself, he smiled and brought the mobile phone to his eyes, stretched his limbs extremely exaggeratedly, and then lightly raised his throat, and read a poem on Guo Dalu's Weibo on the mobile phone, including affectionate recitation in the form of a foreign aria, he read the small poem that Guo Dalu had just posted on Weibo, "I Love This Land".

This poem "I Love This Land" is the most famous modern poem by the poet Ai Qing from another world, and it is also a classic chapter in patriotic poetry.

This poem is short, but it is exquisitely conceived and symbolic, just like some famous poems that have been passed down through the ages, this modern poem has no restrictions of the times, and can be called a masterpiece at any time and in any era.

Moreover, this poem is extremely flattering, and it belongs to the favorite category of works of the ruling class in any country, and it can be called a poem that always conforms to mainstream values.

Such a modern poem is the most lacking work of the Writers' Association today.

Being able to compose poems, and making poems that are not only beautiful and moving, but also conform to mainstream values, and have a high aesthetic taste, is the most lacking outstanding talent in today's Writers' Association.

Nowadays, the works of collaborators have been criticized by literati outside the system, and they all say that over the years, the works of the members of the Writers' Association have a strong political atmosphere, but the literary atmosphere does not exist, like dogs guarding the door, wagging their tails for bones, and even winning the favor of their superiors by licking chrysanthemums.

For this statement, the people in the Writers' Association feel extremely angry, and some people have always wanted to make something that is in line with the mainstream values of the country and has literary works, but they have no choice but to lack talent, and only a few works of four different kinds came out after brainstorming, and they were laughed off by people in the industry.

But today's poem "I Love This Land" not only takes into account patriotic feelings, but also shows the beauty of the writing, it is really a rare good work, Zhang Shaoxian just finished reciting this poem, Song Taiping couldn't help but get excited, stood up and asked: "Who wrote this? This poem is good! The patriotic heart can be expressed, the writing is beautiful, and there are no traces of axes and chisels, so it naturally vents his emotions, and the intention is good, the writing is good, and the entry point is good!"

He said loudly to Lei Yu: "Old man Lei, this is the talent that our association needs! Like an unstable element like Guo Dalu, compared with this writer, he is not even worthy of carrying shoes! Although I suggest that this person be absorbed into the Writers' Association, if such a great talent cannot enter the Writers' Association, it will make our association humiliated, and the leaders will also blame it.

He praised for a long time before he remembered one thing, and then looked at Zhang Shaoxian, who had a strange look, "Zhang Shaoxian, who is the author of this poem?" 10