This person is Ouyang Hua!

Before he could say half a sentence, Hao Nan already had a little cold sweat on his head.

Pei Peike didn't know, and greeted Ouyang Hua warmly: "Teacher Ouyang, hello, the person I introduced to you that day brought him, the eye of Qingcheng University's liberal arts list, and my eldest brother Haonan." ”

Pei Pei stepped out of front of Hao Nan and introduced to Teacher Ouyang.

Teacher Ouyang Hua squinted his eyes and glanced at him without smiling: "Well, it's you?"

Hao Nan replied helplessly with a bitter face: "That's right, Teacher Ouyang, it's me." At the same time, he cursed Chen Bin in his heart, if it weren't for this kid's convulsions, would he be so embarrassed today? Pei Pei didn't say it earlier, he had to sell something, this is good, I really want to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Pei Pei looked surprised, looked at Teacher Ouyang, and then looked at Haonan: "Could it be that Teacher Ouyang knows my brother?"

Ouyang Hua snorted, and said sarcastically: "Of course you know your brother who is so good. ”

Hao Nan hurriedly bowed down and said, "I have admired Teacher Ouyang's name for a long time, and I am really fortunate to have it. ”

Pei Pei seemed to see something from Teacher Ouyang's tone, but it was hard to say what it was now.

"Yo, Luo Cheng, you're also there. Pei Pei's eyes narrowed, and his tone of voice was a little strange.

Luo Cheng, who was left aside, was not to be outdone, and said in a weird manner: "What's the matter, the Literary Club will want you to come, but I can't come." ”

Haonan frowned, and secretly said Who is this person, his tone is so arrogant.

Pei Pei seemed to be accustomed to this, squinted his eyes, and his words became indifferent: "Luo Cheng, don't say it so stiffly, you are justified, you have a grimace all day long, as if someone owes you money." ”

"You ......" Luo Cheng wanted to say something more.

But Ouyang Hua reached out and knocked on the table with a "bang" of the pen and inkstone, interrupting what he hadn't said yet.

"I said, the two of you are still finished, as soon as you meet, you will fight, we are a literary club, not a taekwondo club, we have to quarrel outside. Ouyang Hua's expression was very unhappy, as if this kind of thing happened from time to time.

Luo Cheng and Pei Pei had no choice but to muffle, and Hao Nan looked at them all on the side and didn't speak.

"What's the matter, Pei Pei, did you say that your brother is going to enter the literary club?"

"Yes, my younger brother is a role model, and he loves literature, and I believe that our literary club will not miss such a talented person in line with the concept of loving literature as a family. Pei Pei immediately revealed Haonan's identity, so that Ouyang Hua had no reason to refuse.

"Yes, but Luo Cheng seems to have someone to recommend. There are already a lot of people in our literary club, so there is only one place for new students this time, and you want me to make a choice. ”

Luo Cheng coughed deliberately and took over the conversation: "President, will you definitely be able to enter this Tanhua, and I haven't examined his literary skills, the rest of the Chinese are full marks, and it may not be possible to get one point for the composition." ”

"You" Pei Pei just wanted to choke words, but then thought of Ouyang Hua's words just now, so he couldn't hold back and swallowed the rest of the words raw, but he was really unhappy in his heart.

Ouyang Hua loves and hates his student, what he loves is that he does have a good literary talent, and he has published two books so far, and his grades are not bad, but what he hates is that this student is too narrow-minded in his heart, he can't tolerate others in his eyes, and he is always self-centered.

But for Pei Pei, the straightness of this smug girl is still deeply appreciated by him, and for Haonan, it was not he who made the mistake that day, so there is no grudge.

But both of them have recommendations, and there is only one place, so who to choose is a bit of a headache for him.

He accidentally saw a manuscript on the table, which was the theme poem of this month's literary club, which was written around the "eyes" of people. Everyone has eyes, black, yellow, even blue, short-sighted, farsighted, it is our window to observe the world, but also the window of people's hearts to the outside world. So this topic is very broad, and there are many points that can be cut into. It's very good at creative skills.

"Luo Cheng has already handed in the poems he wrote, I just read them, and they are good. After a pause, he glanced at Haonan's face without much change in expression, and said, "That's it, give you three days to compose a poem." Let's compare who has more meaning, and whoever wins will let whoever enters the literary club, what do you think?"

Luo Cheng nodded again and again, but Pei Pei was angry: "Teacher, this is not fair, this should be compared by the two competing parties, how can Luo Cheng be compared?"

"You're stupid!" Luo Cheng suddenly felt awkward when he heard this, and turned his head and glanced at Pei Pei fiercely.

"Cut, President Luo, you think too much, how dare I scold you?" Pei Pei clasped his arms and sneered coldly.

Under the short contact, Hao Nan also became even more disgusted with Luo Cheng, the face on his face seemed to be dead, he was not angry at all, and his temper was surprisingly arrogant. At the same time, Hao Nan thought of the word eyes, and a little spark seemed to burst out in his mind.

While Pei Pei and Luo Cheng were arguing, Old Man Ouyang had to patiently explain: "Because that student rushed back to his hometown because of something, he can't be contacted for the time being." Luo Cheng made another bet to ensure that his literary skills were on par with his own, and he was qualified to enter the literary club, so Luo Cheng ghostwrote. ”

Ouyang Hua asked Hao Nan, "How is it, are you willing to be tested?"

Pei Pei on the side looked anxious, and he was unhappy for Haonan. Although it sounds reasonable, it is actually just favoring Luo Cheng, a personal disciple.

"I'll try. Hao Nan glanced at Luo Cheng's disdainful and arrogant eyes, and said lightly.

"Xiao Hei, are you really confident?" Pei Pei's face looked a little worried.

Although Haonan is the liberal arts list of China, but poetry creation can not be measured by scores, which is a postgraduate examination for the accumulation and artistic conception of lyricists. Luo Cheng has been in the literary club for two years, and he is a student of Ouyang Hua, and Ouyang Hua has taught his own experience, and if he goes out on his own, he may not be able to gain the upper hand, let alone Haonan.

"Okay, give me an answer in three days. ”

"Mr. Ouyang"

"Well, what's the matter, do you want to retreat?" Ouyang Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and he inquired with a smile.

Hao Nan shook his head: "No, can I write now? ”

"So fast, is there time to conceive and organize the language?" Ouyang Hua's eyes were a little shocked and questioning.

You must know that Ouyang Hua, as a famous writer at home and abroad, has been practicing writing poetry since high school, but it takes at least two or three hours to have a rough outline just to conceive and find inspiration, and there are still many places that need to be polished and revised. And the Haonan in front of him threatened to be able to write a poem, which was amazingly fast. Does he want to break the jar Ouyang Hua raised his eyebrows, he couldn't see through this young man with a faint smile on his face, he was not surprised, and he was sincere. But it exudes a mysterious and unpredictable temperament, which inadvertently makes people feel inexplicably good. It is the temperament and advantages that Luo Cheng lacks

Even Pei Pei and Luo Cheng couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"What are you kidding, you thought about it so quickly, it won't be a limerick. Luo Cheng has always been arrogant, and he regards himself as the number one talent in Qingcheng. Even if he is the champion of liberal arts in Huaguo, he doesn't pay attention to it, let alone the little-known list in front of him. It is true that the high score in the test only means that he has a good grasp of theoretical knowledge, but creating and writing poetry is not a rigid routine, he stayed in the literary club for two years, and followed Mr. Ouyang for two years to discuss the scriptures, which is much more than when he first came to school. So when it comes to creation, except for Ouyang Hua in Qingcheng Academy, he will never be afraid of anyone, and the hairy boy in front of him is even more ignorant, he can write poems and dream without even thinking about it!

Pei Pei also frowned, put his slender fingers against his chin, and whispered behind Haonan's ear: "Xiao Hei, don't be reckless, you can think about it in such a short time." Let's wait until I sort out the idea and logic, write it down and give it to him..."

Before she could finish speaking, Hao Nan turned his head and raised his chin at her, as if it was a sign of confidence, and as if he was comforting Pei Pei and reassuring her. Seeing Haonan so insisting, Pei Pei had no choice but to sigh helplessly and let him go.

Hao Nan walked to the table, and then wrote a line of sentences on a blank piece of paper with a ballpoint pen on the table under the gaze of everyone:

The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light.

After writing the last period, Haonan checked the words on a few strokes again, and after confirming that there were no typos, he handed the written poem to Ouyang Hua.

"It's been written so quickly?" Ouyang Hua obviously saw that he hadn't written a few words yet, so he put down the reading glasses with his fingers so that he could read the poems written on the note more clearly, and at the same time read them word by word: The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light.

Hearing this simple, not even basic decoration of the rhetoric, plus punctuation marks are only 20 characters of poetry, Luo Cheng seemed to have heard a big joke, and couldn't suppress his emotions and laughed: "Hahaha, what kind of broken poem is this, there are only about 20 characters in total, the poetry expression is unconceived and logical, are you deliberately teasing us, aha? Su Dacai! Haha, laugh at me, and such a strange poem." "The laughter was unusually loud and harsh.

Pei Pei's face was also a little unbearable, and he looked at Haonan with some complaints, and secretly said in his heart, this stinky boy, I was miserable by you, and I was embarrassed. I kindly recommend you to go to the Literature Club, and you can post some of this nonsense poems?

Suddenly, Pei Pei seemed to feel that it was not so simple, she walked behind Teacher Ouyang, and looked at the two lines of poetry on the paper again, and the expression on her face became cloudy.

The night gave me black eyes

But I use it to find light

This sentence, which is so short that it can no longer be broken, is the poetic content of the poem "One Generation", which is written by the hazy poet Gu Cheng.

This small poem, which is only two lines long, shook the entire poetry world after the publication of the third issue of "Stars" in 1980 in the previous life, and people who have an affirmative or negative attitude towards hazy poetry are unanimously praised for this poem.

"The night gave me black eyes", and the two "blacks" in this are undoubtedly "literary eyes", which are quite interesting. As we know, "black" is not actually a color, the so-called color is the result of the reflection of various light waves by an object, and if it is not reflected, it becomes black. Of course, a world without light can only be pitch black.

Therefore, "black" is the result of stifling light, and the night is the tomb of light, a suffocating symbol of a particular era. However, the "black eyes" are undoubtedly the rebellion of the night, and its blackness is "given" by the night, the result of the night blocking the light. In addition, the darkness of the eyes does not symbolize the abandonment of the light, but rather the desire for the light. Since black does not reflect light, it also has the characteristic of absorbing light in its entirety, and black eyes are the eyes of this "generation" that are ready to absorb light at any time

From another point of view, it is black against black, and it is a deep negation of the night. Black is the ultimate relative to the colorful world of light, and it is the opposite of light. However, the black eyes that rebel from the night are absolutely more receptive to light than any color of the eye.

It means finding the light that your heart desires. The light here can be anything beautiful, beautiful landscapes, sincere emotions, success or dreams.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Ouyang Hua shouted repeatedly, just two lines of sentences, it can't even be called poetry, but the profound meaning expressed from it cannot be underestimated, deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and directly expressed in the heart. Ouyang Hua's eyes were mixed with joy, excitement, and almost crazy appreciation.

"Night" and "light" form a stark contrast between dark and bright colors, and "black eyes" are deformed imaginations that ooze strong emotional colors. This kind of artistic expression triggers the reader's imagination, and the simple words and sentences contain too many philosophies and insights, and the night gives me black eyes, but I use them to find light. Wonderful, wonderful!"

Pei Pei and Luo Cheng hadn't seen Teacher Ouyang so excited for a long time, this was from the heart, indescribable excitement, maybe even the poems he created himself couldn't be so crazy. You know, Mr. Ouyang Hua is a person who loves poetry, he is at this age in the university except for a few but full of public classes every week, the rest of the time is also used to create, it can be said that poetry has been integrated into his life, become a part of his life, when he finds that it is particularly good, can move his poetry, will spare no effort to study, recommend, life of the poetry of the same feelings let him have a different sense of mission and responsibility.

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