"Walking God" book review area.

"There are so many rivers and mountains, and they have attracted countless heroes to bend their waists. "A person with so many and delicate IDs posted a book review.

"Upstairs mud, you're here to show off your hand speed, ya, I just wanted to register this ID but the system prompted that it was occupied. ”

"Single, thirty years old, proficient in the art of hands-on strokes, are you still worried about the lack of hand speed? Two hundred and one, Bao Jiao Bao Hui, bending the bow and shooting the eagle. A book friend with an ID named Arctic Bow Shooting Eagle commented.

"Rub, beast, it's really an experienced gentleman, and I have taken my favorite sentence. ”

"Emperor Qin and Han Wu passed by. ”

"Taizong Gaozu passed by. ”

"Let the storm come harder!"

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Poison Bar Forum.

is still the familiar ID "Xiao Ma Xiao Erlang" posted a post, [There are so many rivers and mountains, delicate, leading countless heroes to bend their waists] The text is "Haiyan" and "Spring Snow in Qinyuan".

As soon as the post was published, it was immediately refined by the forum administrator, and some diving gods saw that it was "Xiao Ma Xiao Erlang", and the ID was also bubbling onlookers.

"I just want to say, there are so many rivers and mountains, delicate, the heroes are bent down, the thief is big, I not only bend my waist, but even my knees are bent, please accept my knees!"

"Upstairs is so shameless, at most you only know how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle. ”

"Isn't this still a compliment to him, hold back your words, and wait for me to circle Dr. Tea. ”

Zheng Wen just finished teaching to the students of Yenching University, as a professor at Yenching University, he still has more free time, back to the office, Zheng Wen logged in to the poison bar forum, and as soon as he logged in, he saw that there was his own information, and when he clicked on it, it was a post from "Xiao Ma Xiao Erlang".

Zheng Wen was a little curious, after yesterday's events, it also refreshed Zheng Wen's cognition of online literature, since ancient times, the people have become gods, and it is really right, at least the author of the online novel who wrote those two poems yesterday is far higher than his own attainments in poetry.

However, could it be that this man wrote another poem?

Zheng Wen was faintly looking forward to it, but also a little incredulous, holding such emotions, Zheng Wen looked at the post.

Five minutes later.

Zheng Wen took a deep breath and had only one thought in his heart.

This man is a genius! or a ghost!

Originally, Zheng Wen thought that this person only had a high attainment in ancient poetry, but he didn't expect to still underestimate him, this "Haiyan" can be called a classic even in modern poetry, such a ghost poet actually ran to write some online novel, it's really a condescension, it's a pity, it's a pity!

At this moment, there was a reply in the post and circled Zheng Wen's ID.

"Doctor, do you have any thoughts on these two poems? ”

Zheng Wen smiled bitterly when he saw this, what can he think, such two classic poems, he is only a professor of the Chinese department, although he also has research on poetry, but it is not good to comment when he encounters such poems, or he is not qualified enough to comment, thinking of this, Zheng Wen replied:

"I'm ashamed, I can't comment on these two poems, the only thing I can say is two words, classic!"

"Hey, I didn't expect even the doctor to be bad at commenting, and the thief is too rebellious. ”

"The doctor doesn't have to care, after all, the time is too short, and it's normal to think of it for a while. ”

Zheng Wen looked at the replies of netizens, and felt even more ashamed, unable to think that he was a professor of the Chinese Department of Yenching University, and could not even answer the questions of several netizens.

Just as Zheng Wen was holding the pen and preparing to transcribe it first, Zheng Wen's mobile phone rang.

"Hey. ”

"It's me, Xiao Zheng, do you have time now?"

Hearing who the voice on the other side of the phone was, Zheng Wen hurriedly said respectfully:

"Teacher, I have time. ”

"How many times have I told you, I'm not the emperor of the feudal era, why are I so respectful?"

"Yes, teacher. Zheng Wen still said respectfully to the person on the other end of the phone.

Presumably understood Zheng Wen's character, and said helplessly on the other side of the phone:

"You, forget it, you have time to wait for my trip, let's have two drinks. ”

"Okay, I'll be right here. ”

When the phone hung up, Zheng Wen was also puzzled, but Zheng Wen respected his teacher very much, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he took a piece of clothing from the hanger and walked out of the door.

After a while, Zheng Wen returned to his office, glanced at his desk, and reached out to carefully fold the two poems that had just been copied on the desk and put them in his pocket.

Half an hour later.

Zheng Wen came to a unit building, looking at the building in front of him, where even most of the tiles on the outside had fallen off, Zheng Wen was also very helpless, his teacher was good for everything else, but he was too nostalgic, so he refused to move to a place with better conditions no matter how much he persuaded him.

Zheng Wen walked towards a building very familiarly, climbed a few flights of stairs, and came to the third floor, Zheng Wen walked to a door next to the corridor and knocked on the door, and soon the door opened, and it was a girl about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Bright eyes and bright teeth, a pair of dark and bright eyes blinking and blinking, very playful and cute.

"Uncle Zheng, you're here! Grandpa has been waiting for you for a long time. The girl opened the door and saw that it was Zheng Wen, and said with a look of surprise.

"Xiaoqian, you're here too. Zheng Wen saw that Wei Qian, the teacher's only granddaughter, smiled and said.

"Yes, I came back this time to prepare my graduation thesis. Wei Qian said with a bitter face.

Zheng Wen saw that Wei Qian seemed to have some difficulties, and was about to ask again, when suddenly a vicissitudes of life sound sounded.

"Is Xiao Zheng here?"

Hearing this, Zheng Wen replied respectfully as he walked towards the door with the gift in his hand:

"It's me, teacher, I've come to see you. ”

"It's coming, why are you bringing these things?" The voice came from far and near, and an old man in his sixties, with slightly white temples and a long robe, walked over, and the old man looked very elegant.

The old man's name was Wei Shu, and he was Zheng Wen's mentor when he was young at Yenching University.

However, such an ordinary old man is the honorary president of Yenching University, a master of Chinese studies, and the president of the former Imperial Writers Association.

"This is as it should be, it should be, I don't know what the teacher has to tell me this time?" Zheng Wen said with a smile on his face.

Seeing that Zheng Wen deliberately diverted the topic, Wei Lao shook his head and didn't say more, after all, it was the filial piety of his proud disciple, although he said so, he was still satisfied in his heart, but he still didn't forget to instruct:

"Don't bring these things with you next time. ”

Seeing Zheng Wen's promise, Wei Lao was satisfied and said, "This time I am looking for you, mainly for this unsuccessful granddaughter." As he spoke, Wei Lao didn't forget to glare at Wei Qian on the side.

Wei Qian saw her grandfather glaring at her, and she lowered her head very obediently.

When Zheng Wen heard this, he looked at Wei Qian and said suspiciously, "Xiaoqian, do you have something?"

When Wei Qian heard this, she looked up at her grandfather, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Wei Lao snorted coldly, pulled down his face and said, "Why are you looking at me now, someone has also found it for you, you go and talk to your Uncle Zheng yourself." ”

Zheng Wen was even more puzzled when he saw this, his teacher has always been gentle and elegant, and he is also a treasure for his only granddaughter, and he is so atmospheric today.

Zheng Wen smiled at Wei Qian, patted Wei Qian's little head and said:

"I haven't seen you for a year, Xiaoqian has grown taller and more beautiful, when did you come back from the United States, and you won't tell Uncle Zheng, if you encounter any trouble, tell Uncle Zheng, Uncle Zheng will help you. ”

Wei Qian's eyes lit up after listening to Zheng Wen's words, and she raised her head and hugged Zheng Wen's arm while shaking it and said coquettishly: "Uncle Zheng is still good to me, unlike grandpa, who doesn't hurt me at all." As she spoke, Wei Qian pouted and stuck out her tongue at Wei Lao.

Seeing this, Wei Lao snorted again and said, "I did something wrong, and I blame others for not helping you, is this how grandpa usually taught you?"

Wei Qian saw that her grandfather, who had always loved her, reprimanded her so harshly, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she turned around and walked towards her room, as if to vent her dissatisfaction, and closed the door with a "bang".

Wei Lao was even more angry when he saw it, but because Zheng Wen was not good at attacking, he had to greet Zheng Wendao:

"Sit down, let's have two drinks, and by the way, let's talk about this girl, alas, it's really goddaughter, goddaughter!"

Zheng Wen also felt embarrassed at the moment, and couldn't help but mourn for Wei Lao's son in silence, knowing how much Wei Lao loved this granddaughter, Zheng Wen clearly knew that Wei Lao had always personally disciplined him.

However, seeing that the always steady teacher was so angry now, Zheng Wen asked, "Teacher, what happened to make you so angry." ”

When Wei Lao heard this, his brows suddenly wrinkled, "It's okay not to say it, I'll be angry when I say it, a few years ago, this girl insisted on going to Harvard University in the United States to study modern poetry, and that's it, even if it is modern poetry, it is worthy of the reputation of our poetry and book family, but a friend of mine at Harvard University told me a while ago that this girl didn't learn any modern poetry at all, but learned to draw what comics, and now she is facing the situation of not being able to write a graduation thesis and not being able to graduate, shame!"

Zheng Wen now understands that his teacher is no wonder he is so angry, his teacher has always been rigorous in his studies, and because he is a family of poets and scholars, he has always attached great importance to the façade, and now his granddaughter has gone abroad to go to college and cannot graduate, the anger in Wei Lao's heart can be imagined.

"I don't know, what are the requirements for Xiaoqian's graduation thesis?"

Hearing this, Wei Lao was silent, and after a while, he sighed and said, "Shame, shame!"

"I told my old buddy that Xiaoqian's graduation thesis was originally to write a modern poem by herself, but now she only needs to take a modern poem written by someone else and analyze it in all directions. ”

Hearing this, Zheng Wen also understood, presumably he came to himself this time because Wei Lao couldn't write poems with his face, so he wanted to let himself write a poem, although this went against his own principles, but after all, he was his own teacher, and he couldn't let the teacher violate his own principles at such an old age, right?

Thinking of this, Zheng Wen smiled and said, "I know, teacher, I will give it to Xiaoqian in two days." ”

Wei Lao was also a little embarrassed, and then instructed Zheng Wen with a serious face: "Well, but you must indicate on this poem that you wrote it yourself, find someone to write it, I can't afford to lose this person, if I really can't finish my job, this girl will find it herself!"

Zheng Wen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and was a little worried that Wei Qian would not be able to graduate, but seeing that Wei Lao looked categorical, he also understood Wei Lao's determination, so he didn't say more.

I just made up my mind to go back and write a better modern poem as soon as possible.

"Wait! Modern poetry, isn't there a classic modern poem in front of you?"