ps:There are things to go out today and tomorrow.,It's timed.,In addition, the manuscript is exhausted.,The update time for the third day is undecided.,I'll write when I come back.。

And the same scene was also staged in the sixth class of the first year of high school.

Standing on the podium, Lin Yihua looked at the students who were surprised to see the essay below, cleared his throat, and said: "This time in our class, the highest score in the language is Gu Yang, one hundred and forty points, in this one hundred and forty points, the composition is a full score, you can take a look at this poem written by Gu Yang, it is a beautiful wording, and the school magazine has requisitioned this poem, which will appear in the school magazine as a frontispiece." Gu Yang, do you have any experience on this? ”

The dazed young man stood up, feeling that he had nothing in particular to say, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally held back a sentence.

"Is there a manuscript fee?"

As soon as the four words came out, the whole class laughed.

Lin Yihua's eyebrows wrinkled in the middle, forming a Sichuan character, and made a helpless expression: "Okay, you sit down." ”

Raising her hand to let Gu Yang sit down, she picked up the photocopied haode composition paper and said, "Now, I will recite this "Whisper" for all students. ”

"Autumn rain."

After saying the first two words of the poem, she paused for a moment to brew the feelings that followed, and then spoke eloquently.

"In the first-class cool autumn pool,

In a haggard autumn willow,

On a timid autumn branch,

On a piece of autumn leaves that will be yellow but not yellow,

Listen to him cordially and earnestly,

Whispering Sanqiu's love affairs,

love plot,

Gently brushed him down in the autumn halo of autumn water,

One vortex and a half revolution,

Follow the autumn stream.

The whispers of the autumn rain, the love of the three autumns,

love poem plot,

also fell in the autumn halo of autumn water and autumn waves,

One vortex and a half revolution,

Follow the autumn stream. ”

This is Xu Zhimo's "Whispers".

Among the four seasons of the year, the poet's autumn is the most bleak

The wind is cold and bleak, the pool is cold, and under this sad scenery, parting with the lover in my heart, I can't help but give birth to a miserable sadness, the beautiful fragments of the past, the countless sweetness, in this parting time, it is even more bitter to remember. It's an incomprehensible sorrow.

Xu Zhimo was a talented man in his previous life, but he finally died in a plane crash, which is suffocating.

Obviously, Lin Yihua's poetry recitation skills are good, and he can read the poignant sadness contained in the whole poem, which is sincere and not pretentious, and is particularly lingering and compassionate.

After listening to this poem, Han Shenliang stretched out his hand, smashed Gu Yang's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Hey, I said Lao Gu, I didn't expect it, now even modern poetry will be?" Gai Ming'er wrote me an article, and I went to cheat on a girlfriend. ”

Gu Yang rolled his eyes, it was an alternative answer.

In the days when I was in bed, in addition to writing books, the monotonous life in bed was only left to play with the computer, computer games were easy to get tired of, and I simply read a lot of poems and songs, naturally, the modern poems were also indispensable, and I could only say that the poems of the beacon era could be regarded as real poems, with warm and sincere feelings, and after the era of peace, there were very few real poets, and there were only a bunch of pseudo-poets who occupied the place and played with the game of text paragraphs.

Thinking about it carefully, I also feel that the Chinese teachers at that time didn't understand poetry at all, so they had to pretend to understand it very well, and two Chinese teachers said that poets were actually a bunch of crazy people. Then he took out the matter of Haizi lying on the rails and committed suicide and said, so Yunyun, I feel that I have a lot of connotation and so on.

They don't understand poets, let alone poetry.

The poet is actually a tragic character who has a huge deviation between the reality and the ideal.

In such an era, the real and simple profession of a poet can not get enough food and clothing, the reason why Haizi will commit suicide by lying on the rails is because of the huge collision between his own beautiful haodeshijie concept and reality, and he can't bear this collision, so he will cut himself off and end his beautiful haode life.

The poet's heart is complex and simple, jealous and ugly and loves beauty, sad and desperate and full of expectations for life, sensitive and rude. Really compared to the difficulty, the difficulty of getting started with modern poetry is much higher than that of ancient poetry, after all, as long as ancient poetry rhymes, it can at least be regarded as a limerick poem, but what about modern poetry? Artistic conception is the only fulcrum that supports it. It's free and wild, but this kind of dancing without shackles is often overwhelming, and it doesn't make it possible to write good poetry.

And the difference in parallel shijie makes the situation of the poet in this shijie many times better.

Because of people's respect for culture and art, the poet's poetry collection is sold at a very high price, a haode poetry collection is hundreds of yuan, and on some occasions, as long as you chant poetry casually, as long as you write well, you can get thousands of yuan or even tens of thousands of fees, this is the information that Gu Yang accidentally searched from the Internet, when he saw a famous poet who nominated 200,000 yuan for a restaurant, he almost didn't let his twenty-seven-year-old soul be shocked.

Of course, this is also a rare event in this era.

From this, I understand the huge difference between the two shijies.

Not only culturally, but also ideologically.

"May those poets who could not be recognized by society in their previous lives, your poetry show its true value in Yishijie."

Sitting upright in his seat, the boy said this in his heart, and made up his mind that he must promote the modern poetry of his previous life.

After a Chinese class, Gu Yang was called to the office by Lin Yihua again.

This time the office was not empty and empty, there were also two or three teachers there, Lin Yihua reflexively sat in his position, and said to Gu Yang with a smile: "This time the exam is good, I even made this kind of poetry." ”

"It's okay, after all, I'm an Internet god with an annual income of millions."

His answer made Lin Yihua's lips curl slightly, and he restrained his smile again, and said, "I said it, this joke is not funny." Well, by the way, the instructor of the Literature Club really wants you to join the Literature Club, but you still don't go? ”

Gu Yang shrugged his shoulders: "Teacher, I'm really lazy, and the literary club is really not suitable for me." ”

Lin Yihua patted the record in front of him lightly and said, "Okay, I'll talk to the instructor later, besides, this year's provincial essay contest is about to start, you won't participate in this, right?" ”

"Teacher, you are really smart, you guessed my idea as soon as you guessed."

……

After laughing with Lin Yihua for a while, coming out of the office, Gu Yang looked up at the sky, counting the days, the day after tomorrow is the day when the "I Call Singer" program is recorded for the first time, I don't know what kind of performance Zhou Xing will have.

"Hopefully, all is well."