After listening to Mr. Cui's complaints, Yang Zijian couldn't hold back anymore and laughed a few times.

Teacher Cui glared at Yang Zijian, still with a bitter face: "There are ten poems in the inaugural issue of "Like a Tree", all of which are very bad, either saliva poems, or children's poems and limerick poems...... But in the end, it was actually me who lost face, because I was an instructor and a poet, and many readers thought that the prose was in charge of Mr. Lin Kechun, and the poetry was my review...... Am I that bad? ”

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Yang Zijian covered his mouth, almost burst out laughing, and hurriedly said: "I really don't blame the teacher, first, I am the responsibility of the editor-in-chief, and second, the poetry level of the members is really limited." ”

In fact, the infantilization of the poetry of "Oak Tree" is entirely due to Yang Zijian's release of water, and he himself does not like poetry, so he chooses some poems that are easy to understand - anyway, it is enough for everyone to understand. But the more excellent the poem, the more it cannot be understood by everyone at a glance, it must be "endlessly aftertaste", and "every sentence must have a deep meaning", just like "the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light", there can be endless interpretations.

Teacher Cui You talked about this, and Yang Zijian also understood in his heart that because the Oak Literature Club began to become stronger and stronger, Cui You turned from a cold bystander to take the initiative to participate in the control of the situation, and he wanted to lay out the Oak Literature Club and take a little initiative, otherwise the backbone of this literary club is all Lin Kechun's disciples and grandchildren, which is not good.

What's more, he is a poet who has published poems in the "Poetry Magazine", and Lin Kechun is nothing, he has not even published a prose, not even a teaching paper...... In short, the poetry editing team of the "Oak Tree" journal must be his students, and only when his students are editing and selecting the manuscripts, can he control the quality of the poetry manuscripts.

Yang Zijian really didn't care, he had to sacrifice Meng Yun, anyway, with his poetry level, he couldn't compete for the group leader.

Thinking of this, Yang Zijian nodded and said, "Okay, I support Hu Jiqi as the leader of the poetry group!" ”

Mr. Cui was very pleased and felt that his long-term "concern" for Yang Zijian had played a role, so that Yang Zijian, who had been stubbornly insisting that "the first batch of members are the best members", changed his principle.

At this moment, a black Santana slowly drove up from the north.

Then, the passenger seat window opened, and a girl's face was revealed, it was actually Lan Xue, she shouted: "Teacher Cui, Yang Zijian, come up." ”

Cui You and Yang Zijian were stunned for a moment, opened the backseat door a little stupidly, and sat in.

Santana started slowly, then avoided the students at the school gate, carefully turned a corner, and drove quickly towards the road he had come from.

Lan Xue was still boasting to herself: "I met a lot of great writers at noon, but I didn't expect Grandpa Jia Gui to also read Yang Zijian's "Huchuan Watching the Sunrise", it was because of this essay that he recalled the past of the Anti-Japanese War in the 40s, and then brought the writer cadres in the Federation of Literary and Art Circles to Huchuan to collect style. He specifically mentioned Yang Zijian's prose, saying that you have taken a different path. ”

Yang Zijian was very happy to hear this, and nodded again and again, with the approval of the great god of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles, his connections will be broader.

Cui You is both happy and jealous, Fujian writers are not good at novels and poetry, so there have been few famous novelists and poets, but prose and children's literature with the support of the old man Bingxin, have been unbeatable, and many well-known prose masters have been produced, and in the eighties and nineties, the chairman and vice chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, almost all of them are essayists, and Cui Youhe, a modernist poet, naturally cannot be taken seriously.

Lan Xue's tone changed, and she said: "Of course, Grandpa Jia also praised many Nanjian writers at the same time, Xiao Gu, Yan Cong, Pupil Fire, etc., but what he admires the most is Ma Qiuyuan, thinking that Ma Qiuyuan's prose is simple and fresh, natural and interesting, full of poetry and picturesqueness, very Bingxin's style, and Grandpa Jia's style is also very similar, and the future is great, so at lunch, he specially called him over to meet and guide the ...... together."

Yang Zijian was depressed when he heard this, and his whole body immediately softened, and he was half lying on the seat.

Yang Zijian understands that his literary style is more like the genres of Jia Pingwa and ZJ Yu Qiuyu in the north, and the literary style of Fujian Province is actually a little wrong. But the style of the bigwigs has been set, and it can't be changed, and if a group of root-seeking writers really appear in Fujian Province, they don't know how to deal with it.

Then, Yang Zijian asked with some curiosity: "Are you having dinner with the leaders of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles at noon?" "In fact, it means, how can you have such qualifications?

Lan Xue smiled and said, "My uncle is the deputy director of the Construction Bureau, is there anything wrong with him taking his niece to entertain guests?" ”

Yang Zijian and Teacher Cui looked at each other.

Teacher Cui said sternly: "It's okay to eat at the Construction Bureau at noon, but now why don't you get off the bus and go back to school, don't you have to go to class in the afternoon and the second year of junior high school?" ”

Lan Xue pretended to be aggrieved and said: "This is an interview and writing task assigned by the school magazine of No. 1 Middle School, Grandpa Jia Gui participated in the Anti-Japanese War in Nanjian City in the 40s, and presided over the education work in Nanjian in the 50s, and this year the first batch of experts who have made outstanding contributions to the national cultural and artistic undertakings have been awarded the title. So I'm going to write a narrative essay about Grandpa Jia, and this afternoon is an art class and a music class, and the teacher has allowed me to take a leave of absence. ”

Teacher Cui was also helpless.

The car soon drove to the vicinity of the North District Commercial Street, which is where Yang Zijian once had a birthday party with Wang Yun, a kilometer-long street, all two- to three-story buildings, a wall decorated with mosaic murals, colorful and colorful, refreshing.

Lan Xue proudly introduced: "This commercial street was built by the Construction Bureau, but it did not cost the Construction Bureau a penny, only provided some tax reduction and exemption policies, and the shops built on this street can be tax-free for two years, tax reduction for two years, and the construction unit will design and construct it in a unified manner." Now this street has become the most prosperous street in Nanjian City, the original land price was 500 yuan per square meter, but now it has risen to more than 800 yuan, and many people have made a fortune after changing hands. ”

Mr. Cui is not interested in economics or business at all, but just turns his head to look at the street scene outside the window, pondering some beautiful poems.

Yang Zijian nodded and said: "In fact, as long as the government departments are willing to give policies and loosen restrictions, the city can be revitalized." ”

Lan Xue blinked, she actually didn't understand it very well, but after listening to the debates of the adults in the family, she also understood that Yang Zijian's words were reasonable, and she found that Yang Zijian and her father's views were many the same, which made her very happy.