It's a desperate backwater.

Just one sentence, the directors and commentators of the Writers' Association were shocked in their hearts.

Until, when the whole poem was finished, Chen Qian was already extremely dignified.

"It's a desperate backwater. ”

In his heart, Chen Qian kept repeating this sentence.

looked at each other, and everyone didn't speak, as if they were suppressed by the poem and couldn't speak.

In my heart, I seem to feel the helplessness of the poet.

"It's not the beauty here. ”

In a word, it completely said the entire poetry world.

"I finally know why Mr. Qiushui wrote a poem about 'killing a million soldiers in the poetry world'. ”

Chen Qian sighed.

The modern poetry world, as Qiushui said, is a desperate backwater.

……

Hong kong.

"There is great beauty in heaven and earth without saying it, there is a clear law at the four times without discussing it, and all things are justified without saying it...... This sentence makes perfect sense. ”

In front of the professor's apartment building at the University of Hong Kong, two elderly men in their 60s sat together, drinking tea and chatting.

"Yes, when I heard that,

I was also shocked. What shocked me even more was that this sentence came from the mouth of one of my students. ”

"You student?"

"Yes, this student came to our Xiangjiang from the mainland, and he is still the champion of the mainland. ”

"Oh, such a good embryo, you won't fit into the door wall, will you. ”

"I would like to accept it, but the test score can only be used as a reference, so I have been deliberately ignoring her for a while now. I hope that when the time comes, and she is really talented, I will consider it. However, now it seems that it is not possible to think about it. ”

"Xu Ying, Xu Ying, congratulations, congratulations. ”

"You're welcome. Liang Sheng. Haven't you always had the intention of accepting apprentices, why, you haven't brought any apprentices with you in the past two years. ”

"I want to bring it, haven't I brought a few before? Pity. It's not that you don't know that martial arts has had some decline. A few disciples I accepted before. Those who change careers change careers, and those who become screenwriters become screenwriters. Even if I want to accept apprentices, I guess I won't be able to save martial arts. ”

"That's a big problem. ”

"Forget it. Don't think about it, there are periods of boom and bust in any genre. If martial arts are not suitable for this era. Disappear and disappear. Recently, however, I've been paying attention to poetry contests in the mainland. ”

"It seems that Liang Sheng, you are not a lonely lord, are you interested in that Qiushui. ”

"Exactly. ”

Two old men chatting. One is Master Xu Yingxu, and the other is Liang Sheng, the master of Xiangjiang martial arts. When the two masters were young. His works sold well throughout Southeast Asia, triggering countless cultural booms, and he was invited to stop writing in his later years. Enter the university hall to give a lecture.

"I didn't expect that there would be a master like Qiushui in the mainland. ”

Saying that, Liang Sheng sighed, "Just by leaving the grass on the plain, you are worthy of the title of master." ”

"However, Mr. Qiushui seems to have been too violent lately, and there is something wrong with his mentality. ”

Liang Sheng said with emotion, "Kill all the millions of soldiers in the poetry world, tsk, this sentence, even my old bones are numb after hearing it." ”

"It is estimated that he was forced by a group of people in the mainland poetry circle. ”

Xu Ying also sighed, "However, when it comes to the mainland poetry scene, I am a little worried about modern poetry. In fact, whether it is the mainland or our Xiangjiang, modern poetry has fallen into a predicament. The mainland cannot break through, and neither can we break through the Xiangjiang poetry circle. Our Xiangjiang poetry scene is quite good, and many poets have integrated poetry into popular songs, although it is not the mainstream, but it is also a small way out. It's just that the mainland poetry scene has been confused for a long time. ”

"Modern poetry, the way out of new poetry, we have also studied before. Unfortunately, we haven't found a viable way to do it. Even if we find this road in Xiangjiang, it is a small road, and it cannot be put on the table. ”

"Hmm. ”

Xu Ying also nodded, "Although the hymn records that there is no distinction between poetry and song, and there is no distinction between song and song, poetry should have words and music to match." But just writing lyrics for pop songs is vulgar, and many lyrics and songs are difficult to get into the elegant hall. ”

"Xu Ying, what do you think of the revival of ancient poetry?"

"You mean the revival of ancient poetry caused by autumn water?"

"Hmm. ”

Liang Sheng took a sip of tea, "The ancient poems written by Mr. Qiushui are indeed clever, and every time I read them, I am surrounded by lingering sounds. Before that, I was really hard to believe. In such a modern city, it is still possible to write such ancient poems with ancient style, but also with classics. ”

It's just that Xu Ying shook her head, "I have the same idea as you." However, I do not agree with the revival of ancient poetry. No matter what the new poetry is, he always represents our contemporary poetry scene. No matter how well an ancient poem is written, it is just an ancient poem. At best, it causes a temporary phenomenon, but it does not become mainstream. No matter how well an ancient poem is written, it is not as good as a modern poem that opens up a new direction of poetry. ”

"Not necessarily, and I don't think ancient poetry is necessarily outdated. Just like the hymns in the hymns now, they have been circulating for thousands of years. If someone could write poems like the ones in hymns, would you still think that ancient poems were just a temporary cultural phenomenon?"

The two argued, and in the end neither convinced anyone.

"Liang Sheng, your habit of arguing with others still hasn't changed. ”

Xu Ying scolded Liang Sheng with a smile.

"Hehe, you scolded me in the newspaper for three days and three nights, but I always remember it. ”

"Ouch, you're trying to get revenge?"

"People are getting old, what revenge do they have. ”

The two joked a little and stopped.

Speaking of which, the two were an incomparably enviable pair back then.

It's just a pity that by mistake, the two didn't come together in the end.

But in the dark, God seemed to have its own arrangements, and in their later years, the two became neighbors and taught together in Xiangjiang.

"Oh, by the way, today should be the second phase of the Mainland Poetry Competition, I don't know what poem Qiushui wrote?"

"I see, I just subscribed to the newspaper of the Mainland Youth Daily, and it should be published on it. ”

Liang Sheng picked up the Youth Daily that was delivered early in the morning, opened it, and the first page, the front page headline, drew a stinky ditch.

Odd.

Liang Sheng frowned, "Youth Daily actually illustrated a picture of a stinky ditch on the front page. ”

Xiao Xiao was a little surprised, and Liang Sheng looked down.

At this time, a bold and black word "stagnant water" appeared in front of Liang Sheng's eyes.

"Backwater. ”

Translucent.

Got it.

Holding the newspaper, Liang Sheng read it.

It's a desperate backwater,

The breeze can't blow the slightest ripple.

It's better to throw more broken copper and iron,

Splash your leftovers.

While reading, Liang Sheng commented.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Qiushui actually wrote modern poetry.

Not bad, not bad.

This poem seems to be different from other new poems.

It's a bit like an ancient poem, and it pays attention to the rhythm, it's smooth and smooth, and it's very novel to read.

Xiaozhu laughed and turned into a big pearl,

It was bitten by a flower mosquito that stole wine.

So a ditch of desperate stagnant water,

It's a bit distinctive. ”

At first, I just felt that the poem was interesting and original. But the more he read it, the more surprised Liang Sheng was with this poem.

Just like now.

From the beginning to the middle of the reading, the emotions in the poem have accumulated higher and higher from the words to the present, and there is a faint impulse that cannot be suppressed.

Inside the chest, it seems to be blocked by something.

Liang Sheng knows that this is the emotion accumulated by a poem, and the impact it brings to readers.

However, knowing is knowing, but because he knew, Liang Sheng was even more shocked by this poem.

There was something in his heart that couldn't help it, and Liang Sheng was about to scream.

Holding down his chest, Liang Sheng continued to read.

"If the frog can't bear the loneliness,

It was also a stagnant water that cried out and sang. ”

Thinking of this, (ww.cm Liang Sheng's heart was already pounding, and he was jumping faster and faster.

"It's a desperate backwater,

This is not where the beauty lies. ”

When he read this sentence, Liang Sheng's hand shook, but he knocked over the tea on the table.

However, at this moment, Liang Sheng didn't seem to feel anything at all, but stood up impressively.

Holding the newspaper and staring at the last two lines of poetry in the stagnant water, Liang Sheng read aloud.

"It's better to let the ugliness reclaim it and see what kind of world it makes. ”

After reading this sentence, Liang Sheng had no strength at all, and the newspaper in his hand fell to the ground.

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