Chapter 230: The Night Gave Me Black Eyes

"Ahhh......hh

In the Shuimu apartment building, Zhou Jingjing rushed out screaming like before.

"It's a desperate backwater, and the breeze can't blow the slightest ripple......"

When Huang Yifan and the dormitory people came out again, Zhou Jingjing was already standing on the table, stretching out her hands and chanting loudly.

"It's better to let the ugliness reclaim it,

Look what kind of world it creates. ”

"Clap, clap, why don't you applaud a great poem?"

After reciting a backwater, Zhou Jingjing jumped down.

Everyone in the dormitory, including Huang Yifan, also gave Zhou Jingjing a little face, and clapped his hands a few times.

"You guys, and you, boss, don't tell me it's Mizuki Chinese ......"

A picture of being defeated by everyone in the dormitory, "Do you know what this poem represents?"

"On behalf of Mr. Qiushui, he is very powerful, and he has successfully slapped those poets in the face of the modern poetry circle. ”

Zhang Jiawei said on the side.

"You kid also paid attention to Qiushui. I'm going to say no, though. Where is the backwater so superficial, the greatness of the backwater does not lie in the poet who slapped the face in the poetry world, but in his pioneering work on modern new poetry. This is a masterpiece that guides the direction of new Chinese poetry, and it is the most important poem that will influence the future Chinese poetry circle. ”

Zhou Jingjing shouted loudly again.

"Let's go, let's go,

Come with me. ”

Seeing that everyone didn't react, Zhou Jingjing pulled Huang Yifan, Zhang Jiawei, and Li Weihui out together.

"What are you going to do?"

Li Weihui was puzzled and asked.

"Look at the parade. ”

"What parade?"

"The march to Mr. Akisui's petition. ”

"Ah...... What the situation. ”

Huang Yifan was a little confused, "Petition, what's going on." ”

"I can't tell you for a while, but to make a long story short, that is, Mr. Qiushui recently wrote a very bullish poem, which is the backwater I read just now. This poem is too well written, but unfortunately, because the group of poets in the modern poetry circle maliciously attacked Mr. Qiushui. In the end, Mr. Qiushui withdrew from the poetry contest. ”

"I know about it. Wouldn't it be good to quit, Qiushui probably didn't want to deal with those guys. ”

Huang Yifan nodded and said.

"No, no, no, personally, there is nothing wrong with Mr. Qiushui withdrawing from the Chinese Poetry Competition. But. In terms of the entire poetry circle, the development of the entire Chinese poetry. Mr. Qiushui's withdrawal from the contest is simply a loss for our Chinese poetry. Do you know that Huaguo New Poetry has been born for more than 100 years? How many authors, how many young people have pinned countless hopes on modern poetry. It's just that. Because modern poetry has been confused and has never found a way out, our new poetry has not been valued by others. Finally, there was a Mr. Qiushui. If Mr. Qiushui quits, then our new poetry road will be dark again. ”

"And what does this have to do with the march petition?"

"How is there no contact. The people from the Yenching University Club have already set off. They united students from several nearby universities to petition Mr. Qiushui to return to the poetry contest. May he give us a direction for our new poems. ”

Zhou Jingjing said excitedly.

Walking out of Tsinghua Park, at this time, you can see the students who go out together.

Seeing Huang Yifan and the others, they all asked, "Did you go to the parade to petition together?"

"Of course. ”

Zhou Jingjing replied proudly.

"Great, let's go together, I've already made a banner here, can you help us get it together." ”

"Absolutely. ”

Immediately, Zhou Jingjing leaned on Feng Yong, holding a banner with imploring Mr. Qiushui to come back, and gave Huang Yifan a shot by the way.

Seeing a few big words on the banner, Huang Yifan burst into tears.

This is what and what.

Until now, he has some dizziness.

These people, why are they so excited, didn't they just write a backwater, it's like beating chicken blood.

It's just that when Huang Yifan and Zhou Jingjing left the Shuimu campus and rushed to the large army of marches and petitions.

Thousands of people marched and petitioned, but Huang Yifan was shocked on the spot.

Yanjing ten-mile long street, from beginning to end, all young people.

They were holding banners.

They shouted, or sang, or sang.

They petition only one person.

Petition a great writer to come back, petition a great poet to show them the way.

"Students, sisters, more than a hundred years of confusion have almost plunged us into despair. Now, it's finally time to break through the fog and see the blue sky again. We want our actions to make Mr. Qiushui truly feel our incomparable desire for poetry. We want Mr. Qiushui to hear and hear the cry of poetry in our hearts...... Mr. Qiushui, come back. ”

The leading figure is a talented woman of Yan University, who is said to be very famous, Zhou Jingjing told Huang Yifan before.

However, Huang Yifan didn't remember the name of this talented woman.

However, seeing the march and petition of thousands of people, Huang Yifan was shocked, and felt an inexplicable impulse.

Although he still has some feelings that he can't fully empathize with these people, Huang Yifan gradually has some recognition.

For the sake of the most desired in their hearts, for the things they stand for, these young people can give everything they have.

couldn't help but remember the New Culture Movement during the Republic of China.

More than a hundred years ago, weren't those students, those young people who supported the New Culture Movement, just like them?

More than a hundred years later, like those predecessors more than a hundred years ago, they have also embarked on a path to break through the fog.

Thinking of this, Huang Yifan was suddenly stunned.

Some of him was touched by these people.

There are also some who understand why they are so crazy to get together and petition thousands of people together.

Modern poetry is a product of modernity.

Modern poetry is also the work that best represents the hearts of young people.

Even if Huang Yifan did not experience the era of modern poetry looking for direction in his previous life, when he saw this group of students, for hope, for the way out of new poetry, for the development of modern poetry, and for breaking through the darkness brought to them by a hundred years...... Standing up firmly, Huang Yifan suddenly felt that he seemed to be able to do something for them.

That evening, Huang Yifan accepted a text interview with the popular reporter "Tong Jing" of Youth Daily.

"Mr. Qiushui, the backwater of your modern poetry once aroused strong discussions among people. Including, tens of thousands of students across the country have participated in the march and petition activities that day, what do you think about these? ”

"I can only apologize to the students for the march. I didn't expect that my withdrawal from the competition would make everyone stand up so fiercely. However, everyone can rest assured. Although I quit the poetry contest, I didn't quit writing poetry. If I have time, I will continue to share the poems I have written with you. ”

"At this time, does that include modern poetry?"

"Yes, of course. ”

"I think, () Mr. Qiushui, this is the best answer you can give to those poetry lovers, those young people. ”

When the Youth Daily sent out the news that the writer "Qiushui" had promised to return to the poetry world, countless young people across the country cried with joy.

They hugged each other, and they sang about victory.

They shouted loudly, Mr. Qiushui, we love you.

It was a sleepless night.

On this night, there was no moon or star in the sky, and the world was shrouded in darkness.

But at this moment, those young people felt that in the darkness, the starlight had been revealed at this time, and they saw hope.

And at this moment, Qiushui's Weibo suddenly wrote another poem.

The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light.

The title of this poem is called "A Generation" (to be continued). Enable the new URL