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Jiang Daoli talked about a lot of nonsense things, and tried his best to render it to everyone, how difficult it was for him to write "Dream of Red Mansions", and how much blood and tears were in it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But because after all, it is different from Cao Xueqin's era, some places make no sense, but fortunately, Jiang Daoli is just right to avoid these things.

He was a little pleased to find that there were people in the audience who were crying.

If the staff had told him correctly, it would have been his book friends and fans who had been following him before "Dream of Red Mansions" came out.

Iron powder is different!

But...... Something is missing.

A great book is born, and everyone thinks it is a great book, a book that is about to go to heaven.

People made a special trip to invite themselves to give a speech, and the result was like chatting about family life, which must not be reasonable, but she is now also an honorary professor of Beijing University!

Don't say that you can't afford to lose people, and you can't lose face to the school!

Estimating that the fire was almost over, Jiang Daoli said: "I like tragedy more than comedy. However, the definition of comedy and tragedy, everyone is different. But there is no doubt that "Dream of Red Mansions" is a complete tragedy that I portrayed. ”

"Because there are too many rebellions I want to write about, there are Daiyu Baoyu, Qingwen, Yuanyang, Si Qi, Xiaohong, You Sanjie, Shen'er, and Tanchun. But with these alone, can you rebel against the feudal and gloomy society at that time? ”

"It's obviously not enough, but I want everyone to know that there are such protests."

Jiang Daoli's eyes rolled, the history after the reset of the world still has some things that are the same as before the reset, and many things in history are the same.

He continued: "Mr. Sun Yat-sen did what no one else did, overthrow the imperial system and establish the Republic of China. ”

"If 'Dream of Red Mansions' was a dream, then this dream was finally realized."

"The vivid images, although they are from my hand, I still want to sing the praises of them from the bottom of my heart."

"Because they are those who are struggling in that era, those who are not willing to be enslaved, they are a microcosm of these people."

Jiang Daoli took a deep breath.

Brother is going to start pretending!

Brother is going to make a big move!

Brother said so much, just for this moment!

"These miniatures are like petrels. On the eve of the storm, only these elves will dance on the surface of the sea. ”

"I wrote a poem that no one had ever known before, and this poem is for these fighting warriors."

Zhang Ruoxu's expression revealed doubts, and he secretly felt that Jiang Daoli's next words should be words that shook everyone.

Professor Liu is already about to be 70 years old, but at this time, he listened to Jiang Daoli's speech like a child, and at this time, he didn't dare to breathe.

Zhang Dali looked at Jiang Daoli silently, at this Internet writer who he thought was just out of the stream, and at this idol in his mind now.

……

In terms of field control, the cadres of the student union of Jingcheng University lit the spotlight just right, and a white beam of light landed in front of the lecture stage, and the glittering brilliance of the silver microphone was reflected.

Jiang Daoli didn't expect that his words would make the atmosphere in the auditorium so urgent.

But this rush was exactly what he wanted.

Like the dead silence before the storm.

"This poem is called 'The Petrel.'"

"On the vast sea, the wind gathers dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrel flies proudly like black lightning.

One moment its wings touched the waves, the next it rushed straight at the clouds, and it cried, and in the brave cries of the birds, the clouds heard joy.

In this cry – full of longing for the storm! In this shout, the clouds heard the power of anger, the fire of passion, and the confidence of victory......"

Jiang Dao's recitation shook everyone's heartstrings.

The one who was most shocked was Zhang Ruoxu, who had also sweated for Jiang Daoli before, because when he was in the car, he asked Jiang Daoli if he had made preparations, and the other party said no.

He didn't expect that Jiang Daoli would use a poem to express what he thought at this moment.

When Zhang Ruoxu had not yet come out of the shock, Jiang Daoli's next recitation pushed him into an even greater shock.

"Piles of dark clouds, like black flames, burned on the bottomless sea. The sea seized the bolts of lightning and extinguished them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightning bolts, like fiery snakes, swam in the sea and disappeared in a flash.

- Storm! The storm is coming!

This is the brave petrel, in the roaring sea, in the midst of the lightning, flying proudly; Here is the prophet of victory shouting:

-- Let the storm come harder! ”

"Let the storm come harder!"

The audience was silent and silent.

Zhang Dali muttered but couldn't say a complete sentence to the classmates next to him.

The reporter who was taking pictures suddenly forgot to press the shutter at this moment.

Jiang Daoli's book friends looked at Jiang Daoli stupidly.

Zhou Bo, the president of Jingcheng University, raised his hand in mid-air to applaud, but it froze there.

Time seems to slow down the flow at this moment, and stands still at this moment.

Everyone was immersed in Jiang Daoli's last struggle to shout: "Let the storm come more violently!" ”

What deserves to win will win after all.

"Dream of Red Mansions" and this "Haiyan", the two seem to be incompatible, but at this moment, they have become complementary in everyone's hearts.

The former is written from the extreme to the decline, and the background is the feudal dynasty.

The latter is to break all the shackles and sail through the storm to welcome the upcoming victory.

This is the ultimate in the spirit of resistance!

Jiang Daoli stretched out his hand and was about to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, when his hand had not yet touched his forehead......

Above the entire auditorium, deafening applause erupted!

Thunderous applause!

Professor Liu's eyes were red, and he stared straight at Jiang Daoli, clapping his hands uncontrollably.

Zhang Ruoxu looked at the direction of the podium with a serious face, and was also applauding Jiang Daoli.

Jia Bin, head of the Chinese Department of Jingcheng University, frowned slightly at this time, as if thinking about the sentence "Let the storm come more violently!" But the hands did not stop clapping.

As for Zhang Dali......

The boss, who opened his mouth vigorously, looked at Jiang Daoli with a confused expression, completely losing the ability to think.

Well...... I don't blame him......

After all, this "Petrel" is a prose poem from Gorky......

But......

You won't be like this one by one! Any song "Haiyan" are you excited?

Then if I recite a song "Old Song Next Door", do you have an orgasm?

Jiang Daoli's hand froze in mid-air......

Anyway...... what the hell is "Old Song Next Door"?

P.S. The last few sentences are a joke, Lao Song refers to Wang Baoqiang's original agent Song JJ, sorry, I won't call his name. (To be continued.) )