A lot of people cried!

Although there were many young writers from middle and high schools in the venue, there were more middle-aged people who were usually stable. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

They may have had very simple literary dreams, entered this circle with some very simple dreams, and perhaps thought about sinking down to write some popular literary works, but the cruelty of reality tells them that there is no market for pure literature at all!

They began to indulge in alcohol, began to indulge in officialdom, and began to weave their own network of contacts further and further. They are getting farther and farther away from their original intentions, and they become the same as the people they hated before, no longer any different.

They also used to have many people they loved deeply, but most of those people would not give a second glance at these so-called literary youths. Since the 80s, literature has become a laughing stock, no one sees it as a noble business, everyone just wants to be famous!

Several leaders of the writers' association cried. One of them, when he heard Zheng Long's slightly sentimental tone chanting, "As long as you think of the things you regret in your life, plum blossoms will fall all over Nanshan", her eyes were full of tears.

He remembered that when he went to the mountains and went to the countryside, he once fell in love with a female intellectual, but was opposed by the other party's family. Because of the vastly different family conditions, the two had to go their separate ways. Whenever he thinks of these regretful things, his heart, which has become worldly, will also become soft, and he will become the literary young man who longed for love at the age of sixteen or seventeen.

And another female leader of the writers' association also remembered the teacher she met in high school. I used to have such a crush on that teacher, but I couldn't say it. By the time I went to the teacher after graduating, the teacher had already fallen ill and died. From then on, the female leader could only go to the teacher's grave every year to put a bouquet of flowers and silently commemorate the teacher's birthday in her heart.

Even Liu Guangguang had many tears in his eyes. He remembered those comrades-in-arms when he was a soldier, now scattered to the ends of the earth, even if they get together again, they are no longer things, everyone is running for their own livelihood, and there is no common language anymore.

As long as you think of the things you regret in your life, plum blossoms will fall all over Nanshan!

It's amazing!

In this sentence, it seems that the feelings and scenery have nothing to do with it, and even the logic between the contexts does not make sense, but it can inexplicably make people have a strong sense of substitution, which makes people feel deeply!

Because everyone has regrets, everyone has irreparable things, and everyone hopes that there is regret medicine, and they can go back to a certain year, month, and day.

At this time, Liu Cheng was completely blinded, and the whole person was groggy, and he sat on the ground all of a sudden.

"I lost, I lost! I lost! ”

He looked at Zheng Long like crazy, his eyes were still full of puzzlement:

"Why, why can you write such a poem! Why, why did I meet an opponent like you! ”

Zheng Long looked at him with pity.

Poor boy, you don't know what kind of opponent you're fighting against...

Even Wang Gang, who was drunk just now, was moved to tears when he heard this poem, but he seemed to be drinking again with a poetic spirit, so he quickly drank again...

August people are excitedly incoherent ...

"Zheng Long... You're amazing! How much energy is hidden in your body! ”

Hu Future said calmly:

"Can I be wrong with the person I'm looking for! Hahahaha. ”

And Zhou Hong and Shi Yi, who were standing on the side, also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Fang Cai's situation changed too quickly, which made them a little nervous and breathless.

However, Cheng Daren reacted the fastest and quickly played a round for everyone:

"Today's literary event is really colorful, not only with the support of several literary masters of the older generation, but also with the competition of such young literary geniuses, I believe that our Chinese literary circle will become more and more exciting! Okay, that's the end of our banquet today, if you can't get enough, you can have a private meeting with various wine parties! Good night to all! ”

After speaking, the banquet hall sounded with beautiful music, after all, Cheng Daren is also the gold medal host of the TV station, and he knows how to deal with such an embarrassing scene, that is, let everyone accept it when they see it, and it will not be too difficult to be a person in the future. After all, they are all mixed in this circle, so why make it so difficult for you to wipe your face?

However, Liu Cheng should be completely finished.

Among all the literary youth, he has been completely isolated. No one wants to bother with him anymore.

He sat alone in a chair, and the prosperity of the whole world had nothing to do with him. He was abandoned by the world like Gusu Murong Fu, as if he could only be the king and hegemon in his own world.

"Huh. Hehe. Carving insect skills, carving insect skills..."

And by this time, no one cared about what he was muttering.

Zheng Long returned to the banquet and toasted with several leaders of the Writers' Association. Now he has swept away the previous tension with the strength of wine, and the whole person has returned to the mental level of the later generations.

"The poem is so well written! It's quite the style of my time! ”

A pot-bellied leader of the Writers' Association talked and laughed with Zheng Long, his name was Chen Zhiming, and he was also a famous Chinese poet of the Hazy School in the 80s. It's just that I've been indulging in wine glasses for many years now, and I can't write the hazy poems of the past. But Zheng Long's poems today really made him feel a little bit of the 80s.

"Lao Chen, I think you're drunk, right? Zheng Long's poem, don't talk about you and me, I think it is the new Chinese poetry of the entire twentieth century, and there are few that can compare it! ”

The person who spoke was Ouyang Hehai, a poet from the 80s who was once famous for writing avant-garde poetry. Later, after poetry was not popular, he went to the sea to do business, opened a restaurant, and did well. Now the author of the overseas market has conspired with an idle errand, and he has been messing with some bar girls all day long, and he has not mentioned a pen for a long time.

Chen Zhiming saw Ouyang Hehai teasing himself like this, although he was a little unhappy, he had nothing to say:

"Hey, you said that you are Zheng Long, why were you born in this era. If you were born in our time, let alone a company of girls chasing you, a beauty in the eighties, a good fellow, that is a really good girl, and she doesn't have any fat powder! ”

"You old Chen, you are still a junior high school student, this is teaching bad children!" Ouyang Hehai quipped:

"Besides, the sentence for hooliganism was very heavy at that time, and you were lucky not to be caught at that time..."

"You still say I... Hahaha"

The two middle-aged people recalled the scene of the year with a smile, so that the people next to them couldn't help but sigh, Zheng Long looked a little embarrassed on the side, he didn't go, he didn't stay, and he couldn't interject...

At this time, a personable figure came up to him, smiled into his ear and said:

"Young man, would you be interested in writing a joke for me?"