Chapter 120 The poet who writes with his lower body

Like another world, the development of poetry in this world has also entered an era of blooming flowers, and various genres have begun to appear, such as spiritual poetry, divine writing, neo-graceful poetry, marginal poetry, middle generation, hazy poetry, and so on. Poetry seems to have entered a glorious era.

However, although there are more genres of poetry and more people write poetry, the quality of poetry has declined. Of course, there are reasons for the low threshold for writing poetry, and there are also some "famous poets" who have written a few good poems in the past, but now they can't write them, so they use some bad poems to fill up the number. How can a beginner who is learning to write poetry and see the so-called famous poems written by some "famous poets" on the basis of these rags?

The discussion or debate in the conference room continued, and now it seemed that the topic had changed again, and he was discussing the lower body writing advocated by a famous poet, and hearing this, Xiao Wu couldn't help but listen carefully. The controversy was much more intense in the other world than in this room.

"I think that writing in the lower body is not dirty and irresponsible, as some people say, but to release our vitality and restore our true self......"

A man who looked to be in his thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, dressed very decently, and was about thirty years old, was speaking at this time, defending "lower body writing" everywhere in his words, which made Xiao Wu frown.

"Who is this man?"

Although Zheng Wen has already introduced it, Xiao Wu only remembers the latter few and the somewhat fat "weightlifter" next to him.

He is Shen Poshui, the initiator of "Lower Body Writing", with the screen name "Dripping Water Not Shooting". He just wrote a famous lower body poem "A Handful of Good Breasts" this year. ”

"Weightlifting Ruotong" introduced this Shen Poshui to Xiao Wu with a look of contempt. Xiao Wu was shocked when he heard this, could it be that the disgusting poets of that world also have disgusting poems in this world? Could it be that meanness is really a pass for meanness. I quickly checked the poem on the Internet on my mobile phone.

As soon as she got in the car

I just kept my eyes on her

The chest is towering

Butt bulge

……”

I !!! that this poem, which was criticized in that world and couldn't even lie down on the ancestors, really appeared in this world! This person named Shen Poshui can't be the shameless one!

"Our aim is: real, concrete, graspable, interesting ......"

"Wait, can you ask?"

Hearing this, Xiao Wushi couldn't help it, and interrupted Shen Poshui's speech. Shen Poshui was talking happily, and when he heard Xiao Wu speak, he couldn't help but look at Xiao Wu with some annoyance.

"I'm sorry, I just read Mr. Shen's masterpiece "A Handful of Good Breasts", and there are a few questions I don't understand, can I ask for advice?"

Seeing that Shen Poshui stopped speaking, Xiao Wu's clenched fist loosened, and when he heard this hypocritical guy continue, Xiao Wu estimated that he couldn't help but punch his mouth to pieces.

"Oh, what's your question? Say it and I'll answer it for you. ”

Hearing Xiao Wu mention his proud work, Shen Poshui's anger just now dissipated, and he looked at Xiao Wu with a smile.

"I would like to ask Mr. Shen, we all know that the poems we write are all about expressing a thought. But I don't see that in your poem. Did you forget to put it in when you wrote it, or did you literally mean your thoughts in this poem?"

Speaking of this, Xiao Wu didn't wait for Shen Poshui to answer, and continued:

"I just listened, Mr. Shen said that the purpose of your poets who write with the lower half of your body is true and interesting, and I also learned about it just now, you advocate the emancipation of your own heart. Oh, if you say literally, is this your emancipated heart, deep down in your heart, you liberate it, but you don't even think about whether other people can accept your filthy heart, is it poisonous, does it poison children?

Another question is, do you really think that if you get rid of the filth in your heart, you will be pure? No, you are like the white paper, you are all over the stain and wiped away, do you know what color the white paper will become after a few wipes? Children know that it will become pale yellow at first, and then it will be dark yellow, the same color as the stool. Yes, then you will be like, yellow and smelly.

Of course, at that time, you were already famous, your goal had been achieved, what does it matter if it stinks or not, anyway, there are already a bunch of like-minded and pure people around you who have the same smell, Qin Hui also has three friends and two friends, your smell will definitely attract a lot of friends who smell it. Then, you form a group to defend your "purity" and proclaim your truth, your barbarism, and your recklessness all over the world, as if the whole world except you is hypocritical. You know what? When I see the words that come out of your pure hearts, I see maggots crawling in there, and they are as pure as you are. ”

When Xiao Wu finished saying these words in a flat tone, everyone was stunned, they didn't understand how Xiao Wu could react so violently to Shen Poshui's poem, this was already a merciless accusation. When Xiao Wu spoke, Shen Poshui could sit peacefully at first, but he couldn't sit still when he listened, he stood up from the chair, pointed at Xiao Wu and wanted to argue several times, but Xiao Wu didn't give him a chance at all, and said to himself. Shen Poshui's face changed from red to white and from white to red, and his hand was no longer able to be raised, but he just stared at Xiao Wu with his eyes, as if he wanted to kill Xiao Wu with his eyes. When Xiao Wu finished saying the last sentence and heard Xiao Wu say that they were maggots, he turned pale with anger and sat down in his chair. At this time, Xiao Wu said it, but he didn't know how to refute it, he just stared at Xiao Wu with his eyes.

Seeing Shen Poshui panting, Xiao Wu exhaled a breath and spit out all the anger he had suffered when he saw the group of people who only had the lower body for his own lower body when the media was arguing with others. At that time he was just a nameless poet who could not join the argument, but now, in this world, his identity is different, at least sitting here as a poet of a little fame. So, when he touched these lower bodies again, how could he not be angry, how could he not vent his anger.

It can only be said that today is encountered, and Shen is unlucky.

When this happened, everyone couldn't continue the discussion, and went straight to the next link, leaving a poem for each person, which could be written before and unpublished, or written now. Xiao Wu thought about it, and simply wrote the "Portrait of a Young Poet" from Beidao that he could memorize.

"The inspiration that pulled out of the cuffs

It's endless, you

Day and night through long sentences and

In the alley, you

Born old

Despite the ambitions along the way

Baldness grows at the edges

……

Each tree has an owl for each tree

It's a real headache to run into acquaintances

They always like to talk about the past

In the past, me and you

Everybody is rotten fish."

The last paragraph was written, and everyone who watched it looked at Shen Poshui, and said in their hearts, this Mr. Xiao is ruthless enough, it's not fun to scold him like that just now, and now he is still writing poems and scolding! It seems that you can't offend him in the future.

After Xiao Wu wrote a poem and handed it to Zheng Wen, he was ready to leave, it was boring, the literati's gatherings were all the same, a lonely flower for self-appreciation. After chatting with Zheng Wen and the "weightlifting Ruotong" after saying goodbye, he left alone. Leaving behind a group of talkative poets and a pair of hateful eyes.

"Where the hell did this man come from?"

After Xiao Wu left, a group of people surrounded Zheng Wen and asked, Zheng Wen only smiled bitterly, he didn't expect this Feng Wuhai to be so fierce, and he actually scolded Shen Poshui so bloody that he had nothing to say.

"I don't know, I just know that he is the brother of my girl's classmate, and his surname should be Xiao. It seems that he is still a writer, and writing poetry is just a hobby. ”

Hobbies? Looking at these three poems, this is just a hobby? Everyone only paid attention to the words "hobby", and Shen Poshui, who was on the side, noticed the words "surnamed Xiao" and "seems to be a writer" said by Zheng Wen.