Four dishes and one soup are economical, in addition to rice, Wang Yun also asked for two bottles of soda, it seems that she often goes to this kind of place to eat, and she also has the temperament of a little housekeeper. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The proprietress named Ah Rong greeted her very warmly and said, "Ah Rong, why didn't Director Wang come with you today, oh, this time there is a handsome guy?" ”

"This is my classmate and friend of the Literature Society." Wang Yun casually explained, "We are working meals!" ”

When the food was served, she explained a little: "My mother often travels, and my father and I don't have time to cook, so we often eat small fried fried food outside. ”

Yang Zijian was a little embarrassed and said: "I will definitely invite you to eat stir-fried in the future." ”

"Of course." Wang Yan said with a smile.

Sitting opposite Yang Zijian, Wang Yan carefully observed this delicate and emaciated classmate for the first time - a young man of about sixteen years old, his short black hair hung down softly in front of his forehead, somewhat like a girl's bangs, his face lines were soft, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the bridge of his nose were firm to show the handsomeness of a boy, his lips were thin and moderate, but his cheeks were inverted, and his complexion was a little yellowish, which was obviously caused by malnutrition.

His deep eyes are like a clear autumn water, slightly flushed around, with the shape of his face, there is a kind of gentle affinity like water, after a few more glances, at that moment it actually made her heart pound, red and hot.

It's such a nasty feeling, why is that? You know, the initial impression he gave himself was actually quite bad, and he couldn't help but want to rectify him several times!

Girls don't know that a bad impression is also an impression, and once a bad impression is turned into a good impression, the relationship will immediately make great strides, triggering hormones between men and women.

All this happened in just a few breaths, Wang Yun's self-control was quite strong, she held the soda bottle high, and saluted very proudly: "Great poet, I wish you a victory!" ”

"Don't dare, I have to thank you for telling me the good news!" Yang Zijian hurriedly raised the soda bottle, touched her with a little humility, and then took a few sips, and a stream of air rushed up to his mouth and nostrils, feeling particularly stimulating and refreshing.

Wang Yun exhaled like a boy, relaxed his mood, and said to Yang Zijian with great interest: "Zijian, your name is good, it is the character of Cao Zhi, a seven-step poem." ”

"yes. Boiled beans are used as soup, and the soybeans are used as juice. The beans are burning under the kettle, and the beans are crying in the kettle. This is born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other? Yang Zijian nodded, "Just because it is Cao Zhi's character, I don't plan to take a pen name anymore." However, it is a coincidence that my parents chose this name, they are both farmers who graduated from primary school, and the name is just according to the habit of generation, my younger brother is called Zishi, my sister is called Zizhen, and I have a cousin who is also called Zilong. ”

"Not many people know the original text of the seven-step poem, it seems that you have read a lot of it." Wang Yun asked curiously, "How did you learn to write modern poetry?" The set of poems you published is different from what the textbook teaches. ”

"I don't really like the modern poems in the textbooks, they are too watery, and they are too lofty to praise something. I like the classical lyrical poetry of Dai Wangshu, Xu Zhimo, Xi Murong, Yu Guang and others.

I have walked away from the moon

Just because you are in the mountains

And in the tears that speak tonight

I still see your smiling face

The mountains are dark

I'm dead in my prime

I want to return to the forest every time I want to return to spring

There will be a strong you

Pull me up the stairs

And the moonlight is like water, and the grass is miserable.

Whether it's learning prose or poetry, the most effective means is imitation. The poets of Baodao use the classical artistic conception of Tang and Song poems to construct modern emotions, this technique is clever and traditional, easier to learn, and there is no need to create complex imagery, just like a bunch of building blocks that have been made a long time ago, we just need to build it up according to our ideas! ”

"I haven't read the poems in the afterglow, when will I go to find it, but I like Sanmao and Xi Murong, and I also wanted to wander in the Sahara Desert." Wang Yun said that she could learn about Yang Zijian's experience in writing poetry, which made her smile like a peach.

Yang Zijian was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but wonder if there was alcohol in this soda, which could make people slightly drunk.

suddenly thought that she liked Wang Guozhen, so she persuaded: "Don't learn Wang Guozhen's poetry, his thoughts are too pure, you will never be able to learn it, just like a company-level instructor can never write leader-level quotations." ”

Wang Yun was very clever and understood as soon as he heard it, and although he did not agree with his point of view, he still accepted the suggestion: "I will try to use ancient poetic imagery to construct my emotions in your way." ”

Yang Zijian nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly thought of Wang Yun's personality, her life is too smooth, and her life is less classical sadness and sorrow, and it is enough to imitate Xi Murong.

At this time, a plate of stir-fried vegetables was served, and the two of them didn't say a word, keeping "food silent" and feasting.

Yang Zijian ate Kung Pao Chicken, tears welled up in his eyes, this was the first time he had eaten professional stir-fry, and he almost swallowed his tongue.

A fifteen-year-old girl, who has been a class cadre for a long time, is full of learning and responsibility, and after Wang Yun is half full, she begins to talk about the literary club. The school has set up some clubs, but there are very few students who are interested in participating, and everyone is mainly focused on learning, except for the literature club, because the literature club is related to writing essays, which is considered a "serious matter", and the language teacher will provide additional guidance, and now there are sixteen students who have registered in the club, but most of them are some girls who like Qiong Yao, Sanmao, and Xi Murong sentimentality.

After eating, the two drank tea and chatted casually.

Wang Yun asked: "Zijian, what do you think our literary club can do to succeed without delaying the study of its members?" ”

Yang Zijian, as a strategist, naturally planned with all his heart: "First of all, hold an inaugural meeting to clarify the goal. The poetry club activities of "Dream of Red Mansions" are the most brilliant places in the whole novel, such as the thirty-seventh episode of 'Qiu Shuang Zhai Occasional Begonia Society, Wuyuan Night Chrysanthemum Theme' and the thirty-eighth episode of 'Lin Xiaoxiang Kui Chrysanthemum Poem, Xue Xue Wu Satire and Crab Song', at that time Tanchun said a sentence that I remember very deeply: although it is a temporary occasion, every time it is a good talk for thousands of years. I think that's what we're aiming for! ”

Wang Yun's beautiful eyes were shining, and he excitedly exclaimed: "Yes, 'because of the occasional prosperity, it will become a good talk for thousands of years'." As long as we put our minds to it, maybe the Oak Literary Society will become the glorious history of Nanjian No. 1 Middle School! ”

The two began to talk in detail about the constitution of the Literary Society, the drafting and printing of periodicals, how to use weekends and rest days, and organize members to go to the major scenic spots and historic sites in Nanjian City to collect style, etc.

Yang Zijian also agreed to be the editor and chief writer of the "Oak" journal, being an editor is an old profession, and the chief writer is simpler, the journal has no CN number and no copyright, there is no problem of multiple submissions in one draft, just put the works that have not been published here for the time being.

After dinner, I sent Wang Yun to the car and left, on the way back to school, Yang Zijian was slightly drunk, thinking that the pedestrians were so friendly, the road scene was so beautiful, and everything was so beautiful.

He didn't expect that a series of major and difficult tests were waiting for him.