Zhou Min's simple sentence caused the entire drinking party to shake, and even vaguely, some rumors have begun to say, "Su Cheng will be the next king of poetry." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

What's more, someone directly said the identity of Sioux City, "the supreme god of the online literature industry, the best-selling author, and the pioneer of tomb robbery." ”

In an instant, Sioux City directly became the man of the hour in the entire drinking party.

On the other side, a young man frowned, held a wine glass, and muttered to himself: "The name of this Sioux City is somewhat familiar...... Where have you heard of it?"

"Yo, what's wrong with Liu Dashao? A well-dressed, but unruly man walked up to Liu Dashao, and suddenly put his arm on Liu Dashao's shoulder.

Liu Dashao frowned slightly, and said to the man: "Jin Shao, I didn't expect you to come here too, but I am not like you, and I am mixed with a woman's belly all day long." ”

"Cut, you want to come, if it weren't for my dead dad, I'd be back in this place. The man who was called Jin Shao was full of disdain, looking at this splendid hotel.

"But there's no way, after all, this drinking party is held by famous people in the literary world, and it is more or less face-saving to participate, and the main event is still a month later, which is just an appetizer for foreplay. Liu Dashao said helplessly to Jin Shao on the side.

"But...... The chick here ......" Jin Shao's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of color under his eyes.

Liu Dashao's face froze, and he glared at Jin Shao suddenly, "The woman here, even if you are the young master of the Jin family, you can't afford to mess with it! Don't forget the lesson from three years ago." ”

"Che, of course I know, just thinking about it. Although Jin Shao said this, his eyes did not leave the chest and part of a hot woman in front of him.

Looking at this situation, Liu Dashao shook his head helplessly, thinking in his heart: "The Jin family will die sooner or later in the hands of this loser." ”

However, Liu Dashao subconsciously ignored that he was ****** a loser, no matter how brilliant his writing was.

At this time, Su Cheng was sitting on the card seat next to Zhou Min, and talked about Shenghuan there.

I only heard Su Cheng talk eloquently, and said to Zhou Min: "In my opinion, poetry has four realms, the first realm is emotion, what is emotion, emotion is a direct reflection of the subconscious of personnel, it is rough, changeable, complex, ethereal and weak, like fireflies." However, this should not be directly expressed in the literal sense of poetry.

And this second realm is emotion, which seems to be just a word difference, but in fact, emotion is the precipitation of emotion. If emotion is flour, then emotion is the starch formed by repeated kneading, which is restrained, stable and generous, full of tenacity, and can resonate to a certain extent.

This third level of realm is for thought, which is the philosophical generalization and elevation of emotion, so that it acquires universality, and poetry thus has thought.

Thoughtful poetry is like a warrior with action and brains, agile and resolute, and never turning back.

Emotions are water and earth, emotions are bricks, and thoughts are walls. However, due to the lack of sand-plastered plaster, the bricks will inevitably be abrupt, and the edges and corners will inevitably sting. Ideological poetry is both powerful and aggressive, and when it comes to poetry, it sometimes loses its beauty.

Therefore, there is this fourth layer of the realm, which is also the highest realm, natural!"

When Su Cheng said this, he stood up, as if he was a celestial, and Zhou Min nodded there and kept saying yes.

"This natural carving, clear water out of hibiscus. Clear, deep, full of life, and giving people warmth and hope, the poems are eloquent and persevering, like the tide surging endlessly. ”

For a while, Zhou Min was completely stunned, the realm that had not been shaken for many years actually showed a hint of a breakthrough at this moment.

Su Cheng continued: "Poetry is an existence that cannot be forced, since it cannot be forced, it is better to let go of the body and mind and let it be made by heaven." ”

Zhou Min muttered to himself: "It's better to guard against body and mind, and let it be made by heaven." ”

Su Cheng looked at Zhou Min, who was stunned by himself, and exhaled, where did he know the realm of poetry, all of this was in his mind, and he used the space-time computer to search for a post from his previous life, and it was completely bluffing to say it.

I didn't have any idea of possibly realizing the Dao, but I didn't expect that now this Zhou Min was really bluffed by himself.

After a long time, Zhou Min's eyes became brighter and brighter, and in the end, he smiled and stood up, giving people the feeling that it was a sharp sword.

Facing Su Cheng, he bent down, bowed his hands, and said with a smile: "Thank you seniors for your advice." Listening to your words today is better than reading a book for ten years. ”

Sioux City, however, was taken aback.

Han Yu on the side was also completely stunned, looked at Zhou Min, and felt that Zhou Min seemed to be a little different at the moment.

After a long time, he grew his mouth, pointed at Zhou Min and said, "Have you broken through your realm?"

Zhou Min nodded, and said to Han Yu: "All this is thanks to this Su senior, if he hadn't woken me up, I guess I would never have been able to step into this level and see the broader world." ”

However, Su Cheng wanted to cry without tears, he just wanted to get something tall to bluff people, why did he become a senior inexplicably?

Han Yu couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that you are now a veritable king of poetry." ”

And Zhou Min said to Han Yu: "King of Poetry?" Zhou Min smiled bitterly, "I used to sit in the well and watch the sky, the name of King of Poetry, really doesn't live up to the name, isn't there someone here, whose strength is far beyond me?" Zhou Min looked at Su Cheng and said to Han Yu.

However, Han Yu's eyes widened and looked at Su Cheng, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"What do you mean ......" Pointing to Sioux City, Han Yu was a little stammered.

Zhou Min nodded heavily and responded to Han Yu's speculation.

Han Yu's pupils contracted for a while, and he took a breath, his eyes were full of shock, "The strength is far beyond you, Lao Zhou, you tell me that I am dreaming." ”

Zhou Min looked at Han Yu and shrugged, "It's a pity, it's true. ”

"This ...... This ......"

Zhou Min continued: "My strength is not as good as Senior Su, naturally, I will resign from the title of King of Poetry tomorrow, and then recommend Senior Su." ”

At this time, Su Cheng glanced at Zhou Min and said to Zhou Min: "I don't care about such a name, since you are the king of poetry, then you can continue to be the king of poetry." (To be continued.) )