Chapter 520: The morning sun welcomes the guests Yan Chonggang, and the evening rain leaves people into the drunken country

"Is this Mr. Huang going to compete too?"

The person in charge of the scenic spot in the West Lake area looked at Huang Yifan and asked. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE。 info

"Hehe, I'm just having fun. ”

Huang Yifan was a little interested before, but when he saw Fang Xingjian come out, Huang Yifan became less interested again.

"It's just fun, Huang Yifan, this comparison is not academic, it doesn't matter if you lose. ”

Huang Yifan, like Fang Xingjian, is also a lecturer at the university, although he has just taught for a semester, he is no worse than Fang Xingjian. When it comes to academic achievements, Huang Yifan has completely exploded Fang Xingjian. However, even so, Fang Xingjian did not call Teacher Huang Yifan, but directly called Huang Yifan.

For such a title, Huang Yifan smiled slightly, knowing in his heart what Fang Xingjian had in mind. However, it is better for him not to expose his identity, and he does not like the feeling of being watched by a crowd of people. However, this guy must be too carried away. Although Huang Yifan admitted that the advertising slogan he wrote was really good, he just thought so, I would lose?

"Alright then, I'll try. ”

That's fine.

Since you like to be abused so much, then, I will abuse you with my own hands.

After thinking about it, Huang Yifan stepped forward, but at this time, Fang Xingjian took the initiative to hand Huang Yifan a brush.

Seeing Fang Xingjian looking at himself with a smile, Huang Yifan felt funny again, and he didn't break his little thoughts, and happily took the wolf handed by Fang Xingjian and said, "Thank you." ”

Lightly dipped in the ink on the inkstone, Huang Yifan thought for a while: "What should I write?"

In his previous life, he had been to West Lake several times, and he also remembered a few words about the propaganda and advertising words of West Lake.

However, when Fang Xingjian said his advertising slogan, Huang Yifan felt that even if he wrote the West Lake advertising slogan that had been sent out in his previous life, he might not be selected by the scenic spot. Moreover, if this kind of tourism language is not higher than a general slogan, it is really difficult for you to distinguish which of the two slogans is higher and which is lower.

Fang Xingjian is undoubtedly a little talented, and his propaganda words "a scene in heaven, a dream in the world" are indeed good. If you take some of the propaganda slogans from your previous life at this time, it's really a bit hanging. In particular, this guy also revealed that he was a lecturer at Yan University, and combined with his age, he attracted countless eyeballs for a while.

This will also be of great benefit to the selection of scenic spots.

Of course, Huang Yifan can do the same.

If he exposes his identity at this time, let alone the identity of three pen names, let alone the identity of Huang Yifan, the world's first white writer. Just because he is the identity of the lecturer of Mizuki, I am afraid that he will also explode the Fang Xingjian.

The reason for the explosion is simple.

Although Fang Xingjian is young, have you seen a younger one?

Fang Xingjian is now twenty-seven or eighteen, although everyone was shocked that he was a lecturer at Yan University at a young age, and he was very knowledgeable and amazing. But have you ever seen a twenty-twelve-year-old man serve as a lecturer at Mizuki University?

This is not at all conceptual.

While he was thinking about it, Fang Xingjian next to him seemed to be waiting impatiently: "Classmate Huang, didn't you come up with it?" It's okay if you don't come up with it, you're thinking about it, we all have time. By the way, aren't you good at writing poetry? Or, improvise a poem and write a poem about the West Lake. Perhaps, if it is well written, it will not only win the grand prize of 1 million yuan in one fell swoop, but even go down in history and become completely famous. Of course, if you are really reluctant, you can not participate. Anyway, I got a reward of 1,000 yuan, and I'll treat you to a meal in a while, so that we can know each other, right?"

Fang Xingjian's words were extremely refreshing.

Before, he had nowhere to go with the fire in his belly, but now he finally has a chance.

Hmph, he is also a master of Chu Ci, and he also made a copycat Chu Ci Association. I'd like to see if you can do anything else but Chu Ci. Don't you know how to write poems, write, I'll see if you can write a poem on the spot.

Fang Xingjian has never felt that poets who write poetry, including those writers, have any talent. Anyway, he always thought that these people were similar to those stars, that is, they were popular when the limelight was there, and they disappeared directly after the limelight. Even if I can write some good works before, it is only for the sake of writing new words, and it is not literary at all. Not to mention, what if he was asked to improvise a poem.

He knew that a lot of writers, including poets, were going to die with improvisational poetry.

Not to mention them, with Fang Xingjian's research on the history of classical literature, he knew that even those authentic ancients, when they were composing poems, they thought about it for several days before they came up with it. Do you think that those poets usually get together and discuss a matter or topic, and then they can export into chapters and poems?

Even if it is true, only a few poets in the whole of China can do it.

And those who do this are all poets, immortals, and saints.

"Write poetry. ”

ignored Fang Xingjian's strange tone, but Fang Xingjian's words reminded Huang Yifan.

Yes, you can write poetry.

The poem is well written, the same is the advertising word, the same advertising slogan.

When you didn't see a lot of advertisements in 5-star tourist areas in your previous life, weren't the most quoted ancient poems?

What is the "White Emperor Colorful Clouds" of the White Emperor City Tourist Scenic Area.

There is also a Lushan Waterfall that writes "It is suspected that the Milky Way falls for nine days".

These scenic spots, these landscapes, are all because of the foil of these ancient poems.

This kind of heritage, in other words, is called forced qualification.

As long as you force the grid, what lines, what creativity, you will be blown up in minutes.

"Thank you Mr. Fang for reminding me. ”

Huang Yifan thanked Fang Xingjian again.

Such a calm and calm demeanor made Fang Xingjian feel like he had punched the cotton.

It was a very refreshing mood, but it suddenly became extremely unhappy.

Pretending to be a tough guy.

You continue to pretend.

piled up a smile: "Then I look forward to Huang Yifan's poetry." ”

After that, Fang Xingjian stopped talking.

At this time, the originally bright weather suddenly darkened, and a few small raindrops fell in a blink of an eye.

It turns out that the scenery of the lake and mountains of West Lake seems to have changed a color all of a sudden.

Huang Yifan looked left and right at the dark clouds in the sky, and then at the pedestrians left and right, but he remembered an ancient poem.

【Morning Dawn welcomes guests Yan Shigaoka ......】

Since Huang Yifan became a lecturer in Shuimu, he has practiced calligraphy hard.

Previously, he practiced calligraphy and created templates from some masters in his previous life, but after practicing, Huang Yifan gradually had a trace of his own style. The style, while still naïve, has slowly taken shape. The onlookers didn't know about the grievances between Huang Yifan and Fang Xingjian, but when they saw Huang Yifan's words, they also shouted hello.

The applause was that they felt that Huang Yifan's writing was also very good-looking, and it looked more artistic conception than the words of Fang Xingjian just now. However, they are just ordinary tourists, where will they appreciate what calligraphy. In their eyes, as long as the writing is good, then the writing is good, where there is calligraphy, where there is still high and low.

However, because it was the second time I saw someone showing calligraphy, the applause and applause were not as enthusiastic as Fang Xingjian's.

It's just that ordinary people can't appreciate it, but Fang Xingjian is cold in his heart.

Although Fang Xingjian's handwriting was good, he knew that his handwriting was only beautiful for ordinary people, but it was far from reaching the realm of calligraphy. And Huang Yifan's words, although they are not necessarily better than his own words, have begun to take shape in calligraphy. For an elite in the literary world like him, how could he not know who was superior and who was inferior?

However, it was precisely because he knew that Huang Yifan's handwriting was better than his own, but at this moment, he felt like eating a fly, extremely uncomfortable.

Fortunately, this is not a calligraphy competition.

Fang Xingjian found a reason for himself.

It's a word contest.

It is also a slogan contest.

It's also a creative contest.

Do you think you can surpass me by writing a poem?

At least judging from the first sentence, Fang Xingjian didn't think there was anything good about this poem.

Isn't it just that "the morning sun welcomes guests, and you find that the sun dyes the mountains red", and you don't find any classic appearance.

He nodded secretly in his heart, but Fang Xingjian knew that improvising poems would definitely greatly reduce his poetry creation ability.

However, Huang Yifan did not stop.

After the first sentence "Chaoxi welcomes Yan Chonggang", soon, Huang Yifan wrote the next sentence "The evening rain leaves people into the drunken country".

The morning sun welcomes the guests Yan Chonggang, and the evening rain leaves people into the drunken country.

It looks ordinary with the first sentence, but after the next sentence appears, a unique mood of poetry disperses.

Even if there are some poems that have not been studied, just a first reading, I feel that the poem is well written, quite eloquent.

But there's more to the poem than just a smooth mouth. (To be continued.) )