The day of justifying the name of the Dongpo lay priest soon came.

On the day of the Poetry and Song Conference, the sun was shining, and the literary bigwigs from all over the country gathered together and came to the Great Hall of the People, the venue of the Poetry and Song Conference!

In a cultural gymnasium next to it.

Although it is not held in the Great Hall of the People, it can be located in the same prime location as the Great Hall of the People, which shows the weight of this poetry and song conference.

The people who are here today are all famous bigwigs in the industry.

What is different from usual is that many reporters flocked to the perimeter today, setting up cameras on the periphery early.

This is an unprecedented grand occasion in previous years, and insiders can see that there are more reporters than the giants of the literary world from all over the world who participated in the competition.

I don't know that I think that the literary world has become big again recently, and the influence has returned to the peak, and I am full of emotion and excitement in my heart.

In recent years, the world has been declining, the threshold of universities and the gold content of diplomas have plummeted, and there are many college students, coupled with the rise of the entertainment industry in full swing, people talk about star entertainment after dinner, and it is no longer as popular as in retro times to sing about wine, chant poetry, and show their coquettishness.

Poetry and poetry are in decline in contemporary times.

Seeing so many reporters present at first glance today, most of them were very relieved, and said that it was the revival of the literary soul of the Chinese people, and the poetry world was about to return to the mainstream...... The cameras weren't turned on at all.

So, what exactly are these journalists waiting for?

People who know the inside story, such as Wang Hongbo, president of the National Poetry Association, are snickering.

For example, Tu Fanghuai, president of the Jinhui Provincial Writers Association, is secretly gritting his teeth.

Xu Tian, who got off the taxi accompanied by Osama, watched the Cultural Gymnasium walking on the square and entering one after another, and the talents and talents of different shapes narrowed his eyes slightly.

These people ......

He didn't know any of them.

He wasn't really interested in poetry and poetry.

I just like to occasionally post two sentences on Weibo to attract attention.

Of course, I won't deliberately pay attention to these so-called literary bigwigs in China.

As an earthling who has seen Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Dongpo and other talents, his vision and vision have long been raised, in his old Xu's eyes...... Everyone here is garbage.

Compared with the 5,000-year-old splendid cultural heritage of Greater China, you are nothing.

Don't look at these arrogant and arrogant people, if you really want Huashan to talk about the sword, you rabble, you are not worthy of lifting shoes for Lao Tzu.

Wang Hongbo, president of the National Poetry Association, is an old man with all silver hair, but he is in good spirits, he is more than 1.8 meters tall, wearing a navy blue suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

As the organizer, sixty-four-year-old Wang Hongbo thinks that he has the obligation to receive, and he takes the trouble to show a warm welcome smile to every literary giant from all over the world at the door, but there has been some absent-mindedness in his eyes, until he saw Xu Tian in a beige windbreaker from a distance, and his old eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately gave up the middle-aged man who was shaking hands affectionately and was greeted by other smiling talents, and took the initiative to greet him:" The tomorrow of the literary world is finally here, Xu Dacaizi, you can make my old man wait!"