Sun Hao turned his head to look at He Wentian, and He Wentian smiled: "Elder Liu asks you to sit, you can sit down, I will let people greet Mu Yu." ”

"Then it's troublesome to the editor-in-chief. Sun Hao smiled and sat down on Liu Hongbo's right hand.

Not long after he sat down, another person came from the back of the auditorium, he turned his head to look, and quickly stood up and said, "Dean Xu, you are here too!"

The person who came was none other than Xu Bowen, executive vice president of the National Calligraphy Association.

Xu Bowen also saw Sun Hao at a glance, raised his finger and pointed at him, and said with a smile: "I am also the old dean of the School of Literature of Beijing University, how dare I not come to this grand event in the literary world?

Sun Hao smiled and said in his heart, if there wasn't anything to do recently and it seemed boring, I really didn't want to come. However, this is also a thought in the heart, and it must not be said.

Xu Bowen didn't care what Sun Hao thought in his heart, the three people here were also old acquaintances with him, so he was busy chatting with them.

Not long after, the lights of the auditorium suddenly dimmed, on the giant screen on the stage, a picture of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River came into view, on the gurgling and flowing clear river, a canopy boat in the hands of the captain under the penny, slowly upstream, the green weeping willows on both sides of the river danced with the wind, not far away of the pink peach blossoms, petals falling, the end is a good scene.

The melodious flute sounded, and a crisp and sweet voice sang slowly:

The desert spring yin wine is half drunk. The wind penetrates the spring shirt, and the rain penetrates the spring shirt. People want to sleep three. Mulberry baskets, baskets.

First of all, I will be unbearable. Liang Yan murmured, Liang Yan murmured. The bonlight forced the brocade book to read. People are in Jiangnan, and their hearts are in Jiangnan.

Sun Hao looked at it, there is still this kind of operation, but this feeling is really much better than that kind of poetry recitation.

After singing this song, a woman in a white dress slowly came out from behind the scenes, looking a bit like a fairy sister, and Sun Hao was stunned.

However, he quickly came back to his senses and secretly warned himself that this was not the earth, this was another world, where was there any fairy sister.

Having said that, the fairy sister seems to have broken up with that stick, which makes him feel a little more comfortable. Although we can't get it when we cross over, we can't afford to cheapen that mallet!

How do you want to ask Sun Hao how he knows?

Do you need to ask? We have a super thief system, steal some entertainment magazines and entertainment newspapers on the earth, and you know everything!

The fake fairy sister sang this song again on stage, and then hired Tingting to get off the stage.

The opening scene is over, and the main play is about to begin.

Speaking of which, the reason why Sun Hao is reluctant to participate in this kind of formulaic activity is because the various units of the Shenlong Kingdom, whether it is an association or a school, are similar to those on the earth, and every activity is a large number of leadership speeches.

The leader above spoke spittle and excited, and the audience below was a chick pecking rice, drowsy.

The annual poetry meeting of the "Poetry Magazine" is also very similar, there is almost no innovation in the procedure, and the leaders still take the stage in turn, comment on the current situation of poetry, and then look forward to the future of poetry.

In short, in short, it is an empty sentence: the future of poetry is still very bright!

According to the past habits, Sun Hao had already blocked his ears and played against Zhou Gong, but now he was pulled by Liu Hongbo to the first row to take a seat, if he fell asleep like this, it is estimated that the leader who gave an impassioned speech above would see it at a glance, and the impact would be too bad.

In desperation, he had no choice but to fight his spirits, and his eyelids were fighting while applauding from time to time, which was too embarrassing.

After more than an hour, the speech of the annual poetry meeting of "Poetry Magazine" ended, and then it was time for free communication.

Sun Hao wanted to take a look at the ten questions Meng Qiang said before, and also tried his luck to see if he could get the mysterious prize, but he was pulled by Xu Bowen.

"Sun Hao, don't go, writing poetry is not your main business anyway, what else is there to communicate?" Xu Bowen said with a smile, "Sit down and chat with a few of our old men!"

Xu Bowen is very attentive to Sun Hao, and he will call every once in a while to ask him about his current situation, so he also knows him very well, and knows that Sun Hao's goal is to mix in the entertainment industry, and this writing poetry is naturally not counted in it.

Sun Hao also looked helpless, to be honest, chatting with a group of old men, he might as well hook up with the young lady who just came to power, but Xu Bowen is an old-timer, he can't refute his face, and the other party let him accompany a few old men to chatter, it must be for his own good, so he sat down again.

Several old men are all great poets, and of course what they sit together and talk about is also poetry, Sun Hao is a junior boy, just listen to it with your ears.

Liu Hongbo took a sip of tea and sighed: "In the past few years, poetry has become more and more deaf, especially ancient poetry, few young people can understand it, let alone let them write it." ”

"Yes, it's not as good as it was in previous years. He Wentian is the editor-in-chief of "Poetry Magazine", he naturally has the right to speak, he tapped his finger on the table, and said, "Ten years ago, "Poetry Magazine" received more than 1,000 original poems every month, and the magazine's sales also ranked among the top five of all periodicals. But today, ten years later, we can only receive more than 100 original poems every month, some of which don't make sense, and magazine sales have fallen to the bottom, and even the welfare of employees is almost no longer guaranteed. ”

He Wentian sighed and said, "If it goes on like this, it is unknown whether the "Poetry Magazine" can continue to exist. ”

"Editor-in-Chief He, don't be so discouraged, as the saying goes, there are always more ways than difficulties, and you can always find a new way. He Qiran comforted.

Cai Yonghe saw Sun Hao sitting on the side with a thoughtful look, and couldn't help but smile: "Xiao Sun, you are a young man, and your thinking must be more active than ours, tell me, how should the poetry be revitalized?"

"Huh?" Sun Hao raised his head blankly, and when he saw that everyone was staring at him, he hurriedly waved his hand, "I don't understand anything, so I won't talk nonsense, right?"

Xu Bowen said angrily: "What do you mean, don't understand what?

This kid, holding on and not leaving, fighting backwards, is really a headache!

Sun Hao thought about it for a while, and said stubbornly: "Okay, I have an immature idea, say it and let the senior teachers refer to it." ”