Li Ruofan smiled: "Then I am also a fan of Mr. Wen Yiduo." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Although Li Ruofan's spell was sealed by the Pangu Open Heaven Mirror and the Chaos Returning Mirror, as a monk, he came from 2016, and he naturally had an otherworldly ethereal ethereal appearance on his body.

Lu Xiaoman was a little curious: "What is a fan?"

Li Ruofan explained with a smile: "There is a word called fans in English, which means lovers of sports, movies, etc., and when translated into Chinese, it is just the homonym of fans." For example, if you like Meilanfang Peking Opera, Mr. Mei's character is Wanhua, and those Mei Dang are Hua fans or Mei fans. Like I like Wen Yiduo's "Dead Water", I am a fan. ”

Lu Xiaoman looked up and smiled: "This statement is interesting, Mr. Liang Qichao's super fan, Mr. Hu Shi's Hu fan, Shima yours is Mo fan!"

As he spoke, Lu Xiaoman couldn't help but purse his lips and laugh.

If you really want to talk about it, Lu Xiaoman doesn't have as many eyes as Lin Huiyin, just like grabbing your soul on a April day in the world. However, Lu Xiaoman is a kind of lazy beauty, maybe this is what fascinates Xu Zhimo, right?

Song Ping'an picked up the teacup and gestured, his eyes casually glanced at his daughter, and he was a little worried about Xu Zhimo's rhymes. Literary and artistic youth are the easiest to fall in love with idols, and those leading figures who write new poems and vernacular novels, who don't have a confidant?

Xu Zhimo shook his head and smiled, his English was not ordinarily good, so he naturally just regarded this as a word game.

Li Ruofan doesn't say anything, he can make the word fan appear in advance, and the chief writers of the two major newspapers are there, if he writes a lace, he will naturally be the first fan in the future.

Li Ruofan said with a smile: "Because I like Wen Yiduo's "Dead Water", I have some feelings and two nonsense, but it is too short, and I don't know if it is a poem?"

Xu Zhimo chuckled silently, and before he could speak, Shi Shuyun hurriedly replied: "I don't want Li Gongzi to be an all-rounder, but also say it and let me read it." ”

In his opinion, it must be Li Ruofan who wants to show off Wenmo. At this time, he was a little happy, and laughed at Li Ruofan in his heart for not knowing how to hide it.

Li Ruofan said with a smile, the name of the poem is "Generation":

The night gave me black eyes,

But I use it to find light.

Shi Shuyun laughed out loud: "I'm laughing to death! Young Master Li, you are really selling "Hundred Family Names" in front of Confucius! If such a vernacular is also called poetry, then I can write hundreds of poems casually. ”

If you want to say that "Generation" is really as Shi Shuyun said, the images that appear in the poem are all extremely common phenomena in daily life: night, eyes, and light.

But because of this, this poem has a contemplative charm. The novel combination of two sentences, the seemingly contradictory twist, contains a wonderful rationality.

Song Yunting chewed on these two short lines of poetry, which seemed to be very clear and simple at a glance, but it was unforgettable, just read it silently, as if it was engraved in her heart.

But Xu Zhimo, who is in the limelight at the moment, is sitting here, and seeing that the poet frowned slightly, he was a little worried about Li Ruofan.

It is difficult to have a recognized explanation of what vernacular poetry is, or what is poetry.

Shao Piaoping and Wang Xiaoyin are undoubtedly well-informed writers, although they may not be able to write, but the level of appreciation is very high, and the various manuscripts they come into contact with every day are a large number, which is the same as being familiar with 300 Tang poems, at least knowing good and bad poems.

In today's China, warlords are divided, internal and external troubles are troubled, this is the best era, and this is also the worst era. Isn't a generation the best portrayal of countless people with lofty ideals and looking for light?

Implicitly concise, Shao Piaoping said: "Good poetry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Xu Zhimo also spoke in unison, Shao Piaoping smiled and said: "Please also ask Shima to solve the puzzle first!"

Xu Zhimo said with a smile: "Speaking of which, this is simply the condensed essence of "Dead Water", and the meaning of "Dead Water" is still not exhausted in these two sentences! Love, scenery, and reason are blended, but there is no trace, and the ingenuity is unique, just like wanting to be poor, and it will go to the next level, without reducing the elegance of the Tang people!"

Wang Xiaoyin said with a smile: "It has the aftertaste of Song poetry and philosophical poetry, and you can read it together with only because you are in this mountain!"

Shao Piaoping said: "The combination of the night and the black eyes is wonderful, and a twist reveals that the deeper tragedy is that I use it to find the light! The spirit of daring to rebel against the night, to find the light, to abide by it, to abide by it, to use the weapon - it is actually a derivative of the night, which seems to indicate that this search is bound to fall into a new tragedy." ”

Shi Shuyun's eyes widened, and a duck egg could be stuffed into his mouth. In his opinion, this bullshit poem has been said to be a classic? Is it that I don't understand, or is this Republic of China changing too fast?

Xu Zhimo said with a smile: "The next issue of "Modern Review" lacks such a good poem at the beginning!

Shao Piaoping smiled: "I'm also going to publish this good song!"

Xu Zhimo smiled: "I'll write you another one!"

Wang Xiaoyin smiled: "Then what should I do?"

Shi Shuyun rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Li Dashao to hide it deeply! As the saying goes, good poems come in pairs, and you can't favor one over the other in "Beijing Daily" and "Beiyang Pictorial", at least you have to come up with two more poems that are about the same level as "One Generation." I know your plays are all created on the spot!"

Ouyang Shutong hurriedly said: "Can that be the same? No matter how powerful a great poet is, it is impossible to write a good article!"

Shi Shuyun said with a smile: "Shima Guo Moruo may not be able to, but Li Dashao will definitely be able to! You see, this little yellow croaker has been brought, so let's do it, I just came to Yongzheng with a set of blue and white snuff bottle snuff saucers, according to the current market, at least worth 3,000 yuan." How about Li Dashao also let me open my eyes?"

Saying that, Shi Shuyun really took out two small objects from his pocket and asked Song Ping'an to play and appreciate them first.

Song Ping'an picked up the snuff box and put it to the tip of his nose, sniffed it deeply, and said with a smile: "The snuff box is best made by the Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong dynasties. This is the real seventy-three, eighty-four! The most rare thing is that there is a pot and a saucer, and a set is extremely rare. I'll take all five thousand!"

Shi Shuyun said with a smile: "Uncle is really as wise as a torch! As long as Young Master Li creates two new poems on the spot that can be praised by the three insiders, this snuffbox and saucer will belong to Young Master Li." Of course, I heard that Young Master Li has been holding a Kun Ling in Shanghai, and I heard that he was also brought to Beiping, this poem can't be ghostwritten, right? Haha, I'm just talking about fun, Young Master Li, don't take it to heart!"

Li Ruofan smiled and said: "How can I write, but what if I can't write?"

Shi Shuyun said with a smile: "Look at what Li Dashao said, see more outside! I can't write it, the stakes of this drama are naturally the same, this testimony is all there, it's in the newspaper, I don't believe Li Dashao will care about this gold bar." Besides, I don't feel at ease in my uncle's house, but I also have to go to the Ten Mile Ocean Farm and scatter hundreds of oceans to ask for a good poem or two to come back. If you can write it, then Li Dashao is amazing, comparable to Cao Zijian who made a poem in seven steps, and I will present this colorful head with both hands!"