He sat in front of the window

Motionless, the leaves fell

head

Behind, in the mirror

A nude girl

Curled up in the body of the crowned king

Her armor was strewn across the floor

in a square block

In the light of dusk

Outside, the black locust tree

Instantly, it becomes

Pig iron colored, the horses turned to stone......"

What broken poems?

Wang Zijun was bored after filming, holding the inaugural issue of "Compass" sent by Ye Hui in his hand, reading and reading, he couldn't read most of the poems in it.

Just like this one, it was "Stranger" written by Ye Hui himself, Wang Zijun read it over and over, and almost blushed when he saw the poetry magazine in his hand, but he didn't understand what this poem had to do with strangers.

It seems that he is not the material for writing poetry, let alone writing, he can't understand what others write.

"Director, the makeup is ready." The makeup artist reminded.

"Here we are." Wang Zijun threw the poetry magazine aside.

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Ye Hui, the founder of the poetry magazine, was very depressed, and it had been three days since he ran the poetry magazine "Compass" that had sold less than 100 copies, some of which he had bought and given to his friends.

In the editorial department of "Compass", several young people have sad faces, all of them are the founders of the poetry magazine, as well as the creators, contractors and editors of the poems.

"Ah Hui, don't feel uncomfortable, at least dozens of copies have been sold, which is better than we expected." Qiao Nan, one of the founders of the poetry magazine, comforted, and then laughed self-deprecatingly, "Fortunately, we only printed 2,000 copies, otherwise we could have filed for bankruptcy and run away." ”

"No, with the works of Wang Zijun and Mr. Yu Guangzhong on it, it should cause a sensation." Ye Hui pondered and didn't know what was wrong.

Li Zefei said: "I went to the bookstore to take a look, and our poetry magazines were placed in the far corner. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all. ”

"Then it's no wonder." Qiao Nan said.

Ye Hui suddenly stood up and said, Let's go to the university to sell.

Qiao Nan Khan said: "Promote poetry magazines." If you can do it, you can think of it. ”

"I think it works." Louis Dao, who had not spoken, said, "One person set off with two hundred books, and I took it from the University of Hong Kong." ”

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In the past, most of the stories came from books, but with the rise of film and television, the book market is bound to decline. By the seventies, there were even fewer people reading martial arts novels, let alone pure literary books.

The largest group currently focusing on literature. It's the students.

In the next few days, the campuses of high schools and universities in Hong Kong were filled with a group of salesmen.

Ye Hui felt that it was a bit embarrassing to engage in sales, and he was embarrassed to speak after trying several times.

Seeing a few more girls walking past in groups, Ye Hui gritted his teeth and rushed out, shouting, "Classmate, you ...... You ......"

"Want to ask for directions?" These girls look like they're eighteen or nineteen years old. One of them walks in the middle. looks quite handsome.,It looks like at least a class flower.。

"Well, I want to ask, which of you likes poetry?" Ye Hui said as he took out the poetry magazine.

"Old-fashioned, if you want to chase us Lingling, just say what age it is, and use poetry to talk." A chubby chick said with disdain.

"Hahaha......" The other girls laughed when they saw Ye Hui's stupid appearance.

"Oh no," Ye Hui argued, "this is the poetry magazine I founded, Compass." Now I'm doing a promotion campaign, and if you like to read poetry, I can sell it to you at a 20% discount. ”

"Neurotic!" said with melon seeds next to him.

The class flower named Lingling said, "You did it? Can you let me take a look first? ”

"Absolutely." Ye Hui handed over the poetry magazine, "The front part of this poetry magazine is the works of famous artists, the back part is the manuscript of ordinary poets, and the middle part is our selection of the world's best poems. ”

There are obviously few girls in this group who like to read poetry, and it is almost the same for them to read Qiong Yao and Yishu's love novels.

Lingling saw that Ye Hui looked a little handsome, so she got the poetry magazine in her hands. I wanted to flip through it casually, but as soon as I saw the cover, I exclaimed: "Wang Zijun? ”

"Where? Where is Wang Zijun? The fat girl who swallowed melon seeds was in good spirits, her eyes looked around, and she thought that Wang Zijun had come to their school.

"That's it." Lingling pointed to the guide on the cover of the poetry magazine and asked Ye Hui, "Who is this who writes poetry?" How can you use someone else's name indiscriminately? ”…,

Ye Hui explained: "It's not fake, it's written by Wang Zijun." This is a love poem written by Wang Zijun when he was in high school. ”

"Are you talking about singing and making movies, that Wang Zijun?" The chubby chick asked.

Ye Hui smiled: "I only seem to know such a Wang Zijun. ”

"Wow. It was really written by my family Ah Jun. Lingling, open it and take a look. The fat girl hurriedly urged.

Lingling found the page number from the table of contents, turned directly to the article "Birds and Fish", and read: "The farthest distance in the world is not / life and death; Rather/I stand before you, and you don't know that I love you. The farthest distance in the world, is not/I am standing before you, and you do not know that I love you; Rather/they know that they love each other, but they can't be together. The farthest distance in the world......"

The more Lingling reads, the more emotional she becomes, and before she finishes reading, the fat girl is already holding her hands and making a nymphomaniac: "Oh, oh my God, it's so romantic." The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but I am standing in front of you, and you don't know that I love you. Ah, I can't stand it, I love you, Wang Zijun!!!!!! ”

The pig-like scream sounded in the campus, and the surrounding students and teachers looked over one after another, and when they saw the fat girl's appearance, they instantly vomited on the ground.

"Such a beautiful poem, it can't really be written by Wang Zijun."

"Didn't this handsome guy say it just now, this is a love poem written by Wang Zijun when he was in high school."

"It can't be a love letter to a girl."

"It must have been written for Lin Qingxia, they started falling in love when they were in high school."

"Lin Qingxia is so happy, if I have a man who writes this kind of poem for me, I am willing to die."

"Nymphomaniac, you. The boys in our class can only copy Qiong Yao's novels when they write love letters, and they also copy the kind that others have already read, which is really inferior. ”

“……”

The girls chattered and discussed, but they threw Ye Hui aside. Ye Hui couldn't help coughing. said: "May I ask if you can buy it, if you don't buy it, I will go to someone else." ”

"Buy. I bought, how much! Next to him excitedly went to take out his wallet, and the melon seeds in his pocket were scattered on the ground.

"Twenty percent off, two dollars a copy." Ye Hui said.

"I want it too."

"Bring me a copy."

“……”

Soon, each of these girls will have a copy, and at this rate, I am afraid that the 2,000 copies on the front page will be sold out in a few days.

However, Ye Hui felt a little sad, these girls bought poetry magazines purely for Wang Zijun. It's not that I like poetry.

Ye Hui carried the poetry magazine on his back to find the next buyer, and these girls were still reading there as they walked

"Ah, look, there's a comment in the afterglow."

"Who's in the afterglow?"

"You're really, still a college student, you don't even know Yu Guangzhong, he's a great poet. Now I'm a professor at a high school and university. ”

"Oh. It turned out to be a teacher. ”

"Despise you."

As soon as the group of girls returned to the classroom, the fat girl immediately shouted: "Come and see, Wang Zijun's love poem to Lin Qingxia when he was in high school!" ”

As soon as these words came out, all the students in the classroom rushed over. Soon, exclamations such as "so touched" and "so romantic" sounded from time to time, and those who didn't have poetry magazines in their hands asked where they bought them.

The promoters of "Compass" were apparently successful, and in just one day, bookstores around the universities knew that a new poetry magazine was selling well because it contained Wang Zijun's poems. It didn't take a few days. The 2,000 copies of the printed poetry were in a hurry.

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In the editorial department of "China Student Weekly", Zhang Yan's hair is almost scratched.

The colleague on the side laughed: "Oh, what's wrong with our talented girl?" ”

"Missing a manuscript!" Zhang Yan banged his head on the table.

"Are you still afraid of missing a manuscript for your poetry edition? Just find a few songs from Tagore and Xu Zhimo. ”

"It's a famous poem every day, readers don't get tired of reading it, I am tired of making it up." Zhang Yan said distressedly.

Zhang Yan was spitting bitter water, when suddenly a young woman broke in, holding a general magazine in her hand. shouted, "Sissy, there's something good to show you." ”

"What's good?" Zhang Yan asked curiously.

"You'll know if you've seen it. Listen, I'll read it to you. The young woman opened the magazine and recited: "The farthest distance in the world is not / life and death; Rather/I stand before you, and you don't know ...... I love you"...,

"Who wrote it? I've never heard this poem. It can't be the new work of a great poet, right? When the people in the editorial department heard the recitation, they all looked at the young woman.

"Guess what!"

"Then you talk about it first. Was it written by a Chinese or a foreigner? ”

"Chinese."

"Chinese? Is that young or old? ”

"Young man!"

"There aren't many young poets in Hong Kong right now. Our Xixi is one, and that Huang Guobin is good, well, a Ye Hui popped up some time ago, oh, and Zhong Lingling. In the style of this poem, it can't be written by Zhong Lingling, right? ”

"All wrong!" The young woman smirked, "Who said it was from Hong Kong?" When dangdang, the answer was revealed, it was Wang Zijun...... Hey, don't make that kind of face, okay? Wang Zijun can't write poetry? Don't forget that they are also famous writers. And, ah, I heard that this poem was a courtship poem he wrote to Lin Qingxia when he was in high school! ”

"You're not kidding?"

"Who is joking with you, don't believe you to see for yourself!"

Zhang Yan bit the pen and laughed, the manuscript she needed was finally available.

Just like a viral infection, a week later, a poetry magazine called "Compass" suddenly became popular in the book market, and a love poem called "Birds and Fish" also spread rapidly.

In fact, the poem does have the ability to make people remember it at first glance. Later generations said that its author was Tagore, which actually made most people take it for granted, thinking that only a great poet of Tagore's level could write such good poems. Even after the rumors were debunked, many of the poem's adherents could not accept the reality and insisted that it was indeed written by Tagore.

And now after the publication of "Compass", superimposed on Wang Zijun's celebrity effect, as well as Yu Guangzhong's poetry appreciation and commentary in the back, the communication effect can only be said to be terrifying.

A secondary school in Hong Kong.

A boy held a pink letter paper and handed it to the girl, and said affectionately: "Miao Miao, this is a love poem I wrote to you, it represents my sincerity to you." ”

The girl happily opened: "The farthest distance ...... in the world" Just read the first sentence, the smile on the girl's face was completely lost, and she said angrily, "Jacky Cheung, are you an idiot for me?" You wrote this by you? Even if I am Lin Qingxia, you are not Wang Zijun! ”

"You know this poem?" The boy was stupid and thought: Ade said that this was written by an Englishman, and few people in Hong Kong know it.

"Humph!" The girl smashed the love letter into the boy's face, turned around and walked away in a huff.

It seems to have become a social effect, and for a long time in the future, when young people confess, they will say the phrase "the farthest distance in the world".

The rightist newspaper "Sing Tao Daily" even praised Wang Zijun: "Putting aside Wang Zijun's achievements in novels, music and movies, this poem alone can make people remember his name." I don't think it's an exaggeration to describe this young man as talented. If he puts all his energy into poetry, what we see now is not the star Wang Zijun, but the great poet Wang Zijun. ”

As soon as the commentary of "Sing Tao Daily" came out, Hong Kong poet He Da wrote an article in "Wen Wei Po": "I have also read "Birds and Fish", and it is indeed a good poem, but some newspapers with political goals may have touted it too much. This poem is too piled up, with all due respect, if I were to write it, only the first stanza would be left, which has already expressed all the feelings of the whole poem. As for the text in the back, it's all nonsense, pretentious, and vulgar! ”

He Da is over 60 years old this year, and this old man has a great influence on the Hong Kong literary scene. Let's not talk about his own works, just list his teachers, and the lineup is enough to bluff. During the Anti-Japanese War, the university moved south, and He Da also followed him to Guilin, and then he was tutored by Ai Qing in writing poems. Later, when I was studying at Southwest Associated University in Kunming, almost every poem was instructed by Wen Yiduo. After the war, he transferred to Tsinghua University and took Zhu Ziqing's class, where Mr. Zhu scored his poems, and his first poetry collection was compiled by Zhu Ziqing.

I think everyone can see it, this old man is a leftist literati.

As soon as He Da's comment came out, it immediately attracted a wild spray from Wang Zijun's fans, scolding him as an uninteresting old guy.

However, after Wang Zijun saw the newspaper, he smiled. This old gentleman scolded and scolded, but he really had some goods in his stomach, the first paragraph of "Birds and Fish" was written by Zhang Xiaoxian, and the following words were written by a group of college students. If you really want to be more serious, it's not an exaggeration to say that the rest is superfluous nonsense.