"Lao Li, what's the situation, Mr. Qiushui's side?"

Some of them sat in the office in disappointment, but "Shi Zhiguo", the president of the Chinese poetry circle, asked. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I disappointed the president. ”

Li Jinghong shook his head: "I expressed our apologies to Mr. Qiushui, but ......"

"But what, Mr. Qiushui didn't accept it?"

Shi Zhiguo took a few steps: "Also, for so many years, we haven't apologized to Mr. Qiushui before, and now we have only gone back to mention this matter, and Mr. Qiushui refuses to forgive, but it is understandable." ”

"President, it's not because of that. ”

Li Jinghong said: "Mr. Qiushui has forgotten what happened a few years ago, and he shouldn't hold a grudge against us." ”

"Oh, what about you?"

Shi Zhiguo has something strange.

"President, I don't know whether to speak or not. ”

There was some hesitation, remembering the communication with Mr. Qiushui just now, Li Junhong seemed even more lost.

"What should be said or not, our association is at such a critical moment, you don't know, say it quickly. ”

"Okay. ”

After thinking about it, Li Junhong seemed to have figured it out, nodded, and said, "Although Mr. Qiushui no longer holds a grudge against us, Mr. Qiushui asked me a word in my communication with Mr. Qiushui just now. ”

"What?"

"He asked me, you have been studying poetry for so many years, and I ask you a question, what is the purpose of poetry?"

Speaking of this, Li Junhong couldn't help laughing at himself.

"What does poetry do?"

Shi Zhiguo also sighed, and he had been thinking about this question.

Of course, if an ordinary person asks or asks him to evaluate it himself, he will cite dozens of functions of poetry. However, when asked by Mr. Qiushui, Shi Zhiguo, like Li Junhong, didn't know what to say at once.

What does poetry do?

It doesn't seem to be doing anything.

At least, he doesn't embody it at all.

Can poetry be eaten for dinner?

No.

Can poetry be used for life?

Nor can it.

Can poetry solve technical problems?

Not even more.

Can poetry create a better life?

Again, no.

No matter how good the poem is, no matter how many functions it has, when it comes to its role, it is all false.

"Unfortunately, I didn't answer that question. ”

After finishing speaking, Li Junhong sighed and said, "It seems that we have disappointed Mr. Qiushui again. ”

"Lao Li, don't blame yourself. ”

Seeing Li Junhong's extremely self-reproachful appearance, Shi Zhiguo comforted and said: "How can we compare Mr. Qiushui's realm, it's normal that you can't answer this question." If I don't talk about you, I can't answer either. ”

"Just ......"

"No, it's just that. ”

Shi Zhiguo interrupted Li Junhong's words: "Since we can't reach the realm of Mr. Qiushui, then we have always aimed at Mr. Qiushui. I don't think we will be blamed for Mr. Qiushui's realm. ”

It's just that as soon as the words fell, a person broke into the office.

"President, something is wrong. ”

It was Fang Dawei who came in, the editor-in-chief of the Chinese poetry circle: "Mr. Qiushui...... Mr. Qiushui recently released a poem. ”

Holding the newspaper, Fang Dawei said excitedly.

"What poems were written?"

Li Junhong on the side was stunned for a moment, but then a poem by Mr. Qiushui that killed millions of soldiers in the poetry world came to mind. When this scene reappeared, Li Junhong's whole body trembled a little: "Could it be that Mr. Qiushui wants to wipe out our poetry world?"

Oh, my God...... At this moment, the whole world suddenly darkened. Remembering that he had not answered Mr. Qiushui's question before, Li Junhong only felt that the responsibility was on him. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't answer Mr. Qiushui's question, Mr. Qiushui would not have been so disappointed in the poetry world. And if Mr. Qiushui is not disappointed in the poetry world, how can he have the idea of sweeping the poetry world in one go.

It's just that just when Li Junhong was about to apply to the president to resign from the position of vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association, a strong sense of homesickness was floating in the office. After hearing this poem, Li Junhong quickly snatched the newspaper and read it carefully three times. When it is certain that it is correct, there is no other writing. Looking at this poem, Li Junhong was about to scream: "I'm going to go, Mr. Qiushui, you have made me so miserable." ”

……

Taiwan Bend National University.

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you heard that the mainland poetry scene has been active recently. ”

"The mainland poetry circle, heh, Brother Guantai, why do you say this, is there anyone in the mainland who can write poetry?"

"Brother Qingming, you haven't paid attention to the mainland for a long time, in recent years, the mainland has produced a lot of good poems, and there are also a lot of poems, like that Qiushui ......"

"You said it's called Qiushui, I know, I've read some of his poems, but they're all ancient poems. This kind of poetry that fills in the words for the sake of new words is actually not interesting, and modern free verse is the direction that our contemporary poetry represents. ”

Taiwan National University was actually Mizuki University in its previous life, but due to historical reasons, Taiwan also has a Mizuki University, but Taiwan is not called Mizuki University, but Taiwan National University. Although there is little connection between Taiwan National University and Mizuki University over the past few decades, the two universities have been in a cultural rivalry. Although in general, Taiwan National University is inferior to Mizuki University in the mainland. However, for Chinese, Taiwan National University and Xiangjiang University have also been leading the way in mainland universities.

Among them, for modern poetry, there are several masters in Taiwan, which have a far-reaching impact for a while.

"Brother Qingming, what you said is wrong, you can take a look at these songs. ”

Lin Guantai took out a newspaper, pointed to a few poems in the newspaper and said to "Feng Qingming": "These poems are very good. ”

"Oh, Brother Guantai, you think it's good, then I'll take a look at this poem too. ”

Taking the newspaper handed by Lin Guantai, Feng Qingming looked at the poems serialized in the newspaper.

"Freedom and love. ”

"The poem is not bad, although it is written a little more straightforwardly, but the meaning is okay. ”

Feng Qingming is a professor at Taiwan National University, and he teaches Chinese himself, so he naturally has a high vision. Although the poem Freedom and Love is already very well written, Feng Qingming just nodded slightly, just thinking that it was okay.

"Hey, this "Broken Chapter" is a bit interesting. ”

Feng Qingming's eyes lit up, and he read it in the corner of his mouth, and wanted to praise a few words, but when he thought of what he said just now, he just nodded: "It's okay, it's much better than the previous freedom and love writing." ”

Then, Feng Qingming continued to look at several other poems.

"Birds and fish. ”

"Wrong. ”

When he finally saw "The world kisses me with pain and asks me to repay it with a song", Lin Qingming couldn't hold his breath anymore: "Brother Guantai, these poems are all written by those poets in the mainland?"

"yes, if not, I'll show you what to do, evaluate it, how about it?"

Lin Guantai looked at Feng Qingming with a smile.

"Good, good, very good. ”

At this time, Feng Qingming also had to praise: "Brother Guantai, it seems that I was really blind to this before, I always thought that the mainland was a desert of poetry, and they might be okay to engage in economy, but it was really not good to engage in culture, let alone write these poems." Unexpectedly, these poems educated me. ”

"Yes, I've been educated too. ”

"Brother Guantai, you are too modest, although these poems are well written, but the last poem in the world to kiss me is still a classic, and the others can only be regarded as masterpieces. If this is appreciated by others, it will naturally be regarded as a classic, but in the eyes of you, a poet, I am afraid that you do not have this status. ”

"Brother Qingming, you misunderstood, I didn't say these songs in the newspaper, I said another one. ”

"Who else wrote another one?"

It's just that Lin Guantai didn't answer positively, but suddenly looked at Feng Qingming and asked, "Brother Qingming, how many years have we not been home." ”

"Home?"

Feng Qingming smiled: "Brother Guantai, you are old and confused, don't we all stay at home all the time." ”

"No, we're not staying at home all the time. ”

Suddenly, Lin Guantai stood up: "Qingming, I really want to go home, can you go back?"

"Brother Guantai?"

Feng Qingming felt incomprehensible, and when he was about to ask carefully, Lin Guantai handed over a piece of paper: "Qingming, this is a poem written by Mr. Qiushui, you can also take a look." ”

Unfold the white, and a small poem is written on it.

The name of the poem is "Homesickness".

"Homesickness?"

Seeing these two words, Feng Qingming was a little stunned.

And when Feng Qingming read the whole poem, Feng Qingming's tears had already flowed down.

Childhood

Nostalgia is a small stamp,

I'm on this end,

Mother is over there.

When you grow up,

Homesickness is a narrow ticket,

I'm on this end,

The bride is on that end.

Later,

Homesickness is a low grave,

I'm out there,

Mother is inside.

And now,

Homesickness is a shallow strait,

I'm on this end,

The continent is on that end. (To be continued.) )