The poetry meeting ended, and the crowd dispersed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But the judges can't disperse, there should be a dinner party after the meeting, this is a national situation, and readers are no exception. So Gao Xi and more than a dozen other famous people booked a room in a farmhouse in Shenlong Gorge.

The row of seats is also exquisite. Gao Xi, as the banner of Shu Chinese scholars, naturally sat in the main seat, and Peng Shuhua sat next to him.

There were more than a dozen famous artists present, and Peng Shuhua's status and achievements were very backward. The reason why I can sit in this position is because she is a woman, and secondly, because today is a poetry club. Peng Shuhua specializes in poetry, and everyone present is inferior to her in terms of achievements in this regard. So no one has any objection to her sitting in this position.

"Teacher Peng, congratulations."

"There will be more than 20 excellent works in this poetry meeting, and Ziqing's "Poetry Theory" is enough for the magazine to publish a special issue."

After sitting down, everyone chatted over tea. The center of the topic is naturally the Poetry Club and Peng Shuhua.

"I still want to thank you for your support, without your help, there would be no Poetry Society, let alone so many excellent works. I toast everyone with tea instead of wine. Peng Shuhua said with joy.

She is the only one who really loves poetry, and she is the one who is most worried about the current situation of poetry. This poetry club was first founded by her, and the previous issues were not satisfactory. Later, Gao Yi and others came forward to support one after another, and today's event was born.

"As fellow scholars, it is appropriate to help each other. Now literature is in decline, and orthodox literature is becoming less and less noticed. We have to do anything that can increase the influence of literature, and we have to do it with our hearts. If the model of the poetry club can be popularized throughout the country, why worry about literature not being concerned. Gao Xi said impassionedly.

"yes, literature is in decline. However, no matter if literature is no longer in the spotlight, orthodox academic research will never go out of style, and sooner or later it will regain its glory. Ziqing's "Cultural Journey" and "Analects of Distinction" have attracted much attention across the country. Poetry is different, and now there is less and less soil for poetry to survive. If it doesn't change, I'm really afraid that one day poetry will really disappear from our lives. Who knows, after hearing these words, Peng Shuhua became depressed.

Hearing this, the others really don't know what to say. As Peng Shuhua said, no matter how much academics are not concerned. To put it mildly, it is the core force of a nation's inheritance, development and continuation.

There have been countless nations in the history of the world, let's talk about Chinese history. The Xiongnu and Turks, who were once tyrannical, perished. The Huns led by Alathi were known as the whip of God, and the entire Western world trembled, and then disappeared in a very short time.

The reason is that they do not have a civilization of their own. Pure bloodline cohesion, when strong, like a fire cooking oil, once gone, the headwind tribe is broken up and quickly assimilated by other tribes. There are countless ethnic groups in Chinese history that have disappeared for such reasons.

How many times in the history of the Han nation has it been on the verge of extinction, and in the end they all survived and became the final victor, why? Civilization.

We are a nation because civilizations come together to form a nation. Even if our flesh and blood are separated, as long as the fire of the heart and Chinese is constantly extinguished, there will be a day of reunion and a day of rise.

Academic research is the study of civilization, so that our civilization will always be advanced and eventually continued. Therefore, no matter how unpopular academics are, the country and the nation cannot do without it.

But poetry is different, it is just a genre and not irreplaceable. If everyone doesn't like it, it's likely to be replaced by something else.

Of course, what everyone has to worry about now is not whether a new literary title will appear to replace it, but that they are not interested in the entire literary system, especially in poetry. That's why Peng Shuhua is so worried.

"Shuhua don't worry too much, it's only temporary to be taken seriously, and one day people will regain their love for literature. Besides, the development of poetry is still good, and new people are constantly emerging. Gao Xi reassured. As he spoke, he didn't know how to think of Zhu Ziqing again:

"Well, isn't there a poet in front of you? And both ancient and modern poetry are very good at it. There's no need to worry about the future of poetry. ”

That is, there are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. This is what Xiao Zhu said in the morning, why did you forget it. Qin Huai'an also said.

"One day, if you feel that poetry is not being paid attention to, find Ziqing and ask him to come up with ten or eight more poems "Qinyuan Spring and Snow", which will be expensive in the whole country."

“……”

What can Zhu Ziqing say, he can only complain silently in his heart. You guys are old and old, just comfort others, why are you pulling me up. There are also ten songs and eight songs of spring and snow in Qinyuan, you think this is Chinese cabbage and you want to have it. Such a bold word is just such a song throughout China for 5,000 years, where do you let me go again.

But he didn't dare to say this, so he could only smile silently on the sidelines.

"Xiao Zhu is certainly talented, and his poems are also good. But he has so much to do, and writing poetry is just a hobby...... Hey, if only there was such a talent in the poetry world. Peng Shuhua said regretfully.

This one...... The others really don't know what to say. It can't be said that Zhu Ziqing should not engage in academic research, but write poetry specially. If anyone dares to say such a thing, a group of them will dare to fight with others.

They even refused to say anything like asking Zhu Ziqing to put more effort into poetry creation, for fear that Zhu Ziqing would delay academic research by doing so. Sometimes these masters are stingy.

"Shuhua is a role model for my generation, she sacrificed too much for her dreams." Gao Xi sighed with emotion. But he also avoided the topic just now.

"People are ruining their families to relieve the country's difficulties, Shuhua is destroying their families and relieving their poetry, I might as well too."

Ruining the family and relieving the poetry? What do you mean? Zhu Ziqing was puzzled, what is this talking about? Ma Kui, who was sitting next to him, saw his confusion and explained the reason in a whisper.

After listening to Peng Shuhua's experience, Zhu Ziqing was in awe, this is a pure poet, a poet who abandons everything for his ideals.

In this era, it was difficult for simple poets to support themselves, and many had to find other jobs. Peng Shuhua was anxious about this situation, and later she began to financially support other poetry writers. He also paid out of his own pocket to organize poetry exchange meetings, set up poetry competitions, and so on.

She is only a poetry writer and poetry research expert, and her financial resources depend entirely on writing books, so her ability is very limited. Soon the savings were depleted, and finally she gritted her teeth and sold all the houses and cars.

Her actions eventually moved Gao Xi and a group of other famous people, who took the initiative to stand up and help. That's why there is the current poetry club.

"Aunt Peng, I toast you with tea instead of wine, and thank you for your selfless dedication to poetry." Zhu Ziqing got up and picked up the teacup and said respectfully.

"Xiao Zhu, you are too polite, auntie doesn't dare to be." Peng Shuhua smiled with satisfaction and said politely.

After putting down the teacup, Zhu Ziqing always felt that there was an emotion in his heart, and he was not unhappy: "I just thought of a poem and gave it to Aunt Peng." ”

Everyone was stunned, they didn't expect Zhu Ziqing to come to this hand. Giving poems on the spot, this is a good story in the literary world, and every time it happens, it will be talked about by all literati. If the poems are written particularly classic, they should be famous in the literary world.

It's a pity that this kind of thing happens so rarely, and even if you are well-informed, it is the first time you have seen this kind of legendary story. But it is precisely because there are too few that people are enviable.

And now Zhu Ziqing said that he would give a poem to Peng Shuhua, which one of the people present was not surprised, and which one did not feel envious. Peng Shuhua was even more happy and at a loss.

Zhu Ziqing's talent is undoubted, and he has written a total of nine poems since his debut, each of which can be called a classic. So there is no doubt about the quality of the poem he is about to give Peng Shuhua. Could it be that another literary story is about to be born? It's still right in front of their eyes.

Qin Huai'an didn't want to wait even for a moment, and directly took the paper and pen used for ordering food and put them in front of Zhu Ziqing. Zhu Ziqing did not hesitate, and wrote on it:

I want to be a faithful child in a distant land (sic)

and the ephemeral lover of matter

Like all poets who dream as horses

I had to walk on the same path as the martyrs and the clowns

All men will quench the fire

I alone hold this fire aloft

This fire is a great bloom and falls in the sacred motherland

Like all poets who dream as horses

I used this fire to spend the vast dark night of my life

This fire is the language of the great motherland and the Liangshan walled city built by throwing stones

Dunhuang with dreams as horses - the bones that will be cold in July

Like snow-white firewood and hard strips of snow, lay across the mountain of the gods

Like all poets who dream as horses

I threw myself into this fire, and these three are the lamps that imprison me, and spit out light

Ten thousand people will pass through my sword

Go and build the language of the motherland

I'm willing to start from scratch

Like all poets who dream as horses

I would also like to sit through the prison

Of all the gods' creations, I am the most perishable

With an irresistible speed of death

Only the food I cherished, and I held her tightly

hugged her in her hometown and gave birth to children

Like all poets who dream as horses

I would also like to bury myself on the high mountains around me and watch over my peaceful home

I am infinitely ashamed in the face of the river

I am in the emptiness of my life, and I am tired

Like all poets who dream as horses

The years are fleeting, there is not a drop of water left, and there is a horse in the drop, and a life returns

A thousand years later, if I were reborn on the banks of the motherland

A thousand years later, I once again own China's rice fields

and Zhou Tianzi's snow-capped mountain horses

Like all poets who dream as horses

I choose the eternal cause

My career is to be the sun all my life

He has been incomparably brilliant and incomparably bright from ancient times to the present day - "day".

Like all poets who dream as horses

Finally I was carried into the immortal sun by the gods of twilight

The sun is my name

The sun is my life

The top of the sun buries the corpse of poetry

-- The Millennial Kingdom and I

Riding a 5,000-year-old phoenix and a dragon named "Horse".

-- I will fail

But poetry itself and the sun will triumph

"Okay." Qin Huai'an, who was sitting next to Zhu Ziqing, had already burst into tears with excitement, but he was afraid of disturbing Zhu Ziqing, so he didn't speak. Seeing that Zhu Ziqing had finished writing, he asked excitedly.

Zhu Ziqing didn't answer, and wrote on the top: Take dreams as horses. I wrote a line on the subtitle: Teacher Peng Shuhua. (To be continued.) )