Ps: I'm sorry, I feel like the more I write, the more wrong it is, I'm impetuous, sink it, the outbreak is suspended for a few days, I feel that this chapter is written OK, I got a little feeling back, the three hundred words of the poem have been deducted, not counting the subscription word range, I like this poem very much, I recommend it to everyone.

On the shore of the lake of Tianhai University, a fresh breeze blew.

The peach blossoms on the east shore are still so red, as if the red glow in the evening is picked down and hung on it, while the west is the willow that is all the way to the emerald green, and the willow hanging down is like a curtain wearing jade jade beads, lush, one red and one blue reflect each other, full of beauty.

Ye Qian, a master of Chinese culture who returned from a speech in other places, stood on the edge of the steps of the small lake, admiring the vitality of this spring, was silent for a moment, and said to Gu Yang beside him: "What do you think of the scene in this spring?" ”

Gu Yang smiled and said, "Sir, I think it's beautiful." ”

Ye Qian turned around and said gently to Gu Yang, who was about the same height as himself: "The beauty of spring can only grow and flourish after passing through the severe cold in winter, just like this literary fight, it is very haode exercise for you, whether you win or lose, it will provide you with nutrients for growth, and you must digest it well." ”

"Mr. Xiexie's teachings."

Gu Yang raised his head, hesitated slightly, and asked Ye Qian, "So, teacher, do you think I will win?" ”

Hearing his disciple's question, Ye Qian smiled lightly and said meaningfully: "Victory or defeat is not important, what matters is what kind of mentality you will use to face yourself after success or failure, you are a little impetuous, too concerned about victory or defeat, it is not a good thing." ”

Gu Yang realized something, bowed his head and gave a salute.

Today, he did not go to the piano room to play the piano with the foreign girl. Instead, he sat quietly by the lake for a long time, looking at his face reflected in the clear water.

Well, exactly when I was young.

"So, let's pick this one."

He stood up, picked up a thin flat stone, and shook it vigorously. The stones floated on the lake, fluttering, splashing silver flowers, dyed a touch of gold in the sunlight.

As Ye Qian said, he was a little impetuous.

These days, I have been immersed in great glory, and it is indeed a little fluttering, and it is time to collect my heart and see with peace of mind what I look like now.

He had already read Qingyun's poem. In all fairness, it's really good, it makes people feel like they're there, and he is worthy of being the most famous modern poet among the current teenage generation.

Even though this poem is currently sought after by countless people, Qingyun himself is consistent and does not shout arrogantly. Quiet and peaceful, just waiting for his poetry to flow out.

His character. It's really good.

Maybe...... After this fight, they can form very good friends.

In the clear lake water, his face swayed layer by layer with the waves, and slowly returned to the level, Gu Yang shook his head and chuckled, got up and went home. I sent the modern poem I had prepared.

After sending it, he didn't rush to do anything else, but looked at the poem silently, over and over again.

In an apartment in Shuchuan Province, the otaku Li Xianyu reached out to hide the yawn that was about to come out. Scan the news on your computer screen.

Just like his name on the Wenluo forum, his real name is also Li Xianyu, and he is a fan of Revisit.

Soon after the Buddha was the Tao, he began to chase more, and he always felt that the author was a steady man in his thirties, but the truth was far beyond his imagination.

How can it be only seventeen?

There is a huge gap between facts and fantasy, and Li Xianyu once muttered about Gu Yang's literary ability, but as the interview report was thrown out of the TV, he immediately believed the other party's writing skills.

How could such a hard-working teenager not succeed?

Since then, he has transformed from an ordinary reader to an iron fan, and has been fighting unremittingly with trolls to maintain the image of revisiting, and because of this, he has met a group of fans who have revisited, and he is still getting to know each other, and he has caught up with his current girlfriend.

Therefore, how wonderful the encounters in life are, and the coincidences of the encounters are hard to believe.

But this Wendou incident is obviously different from the previous situation.

It's not a senseless smear, nor is it a brainless confrontation, but a real literary fight, which is bright and bright, and there is no chance of flattery.

For this reason, Li Xianyu was very worried.

If you lose, then the revisit black will spring up like mushrooms after a rain, but if you win, it doesn't seem to have much hope.

After all, they are two young poets who stand at the forefront of modern poetry and ancient style poetry, and it is difficult to defeat such two people.

Silently worried, he looked away from the meager waves of re-travel, and found that his idol had sent out a modern poem.

Already responded?

The otaku's heart trembled a little, and this tremor extended to his fingers, clicking on the page of poetry sent by Gu Yang.

Then, he was still.

An inexplicable emotion was born in his heart, and the whole person was immersed in the artistic conception of the poem and couldn't extricate himself, just watched quietly, watched, the cigarette in his hand was burned to the end, and his fingers were yellowed, and he still didn't know.

Across the country, there are many people who do the same thing as him.

The name of this poem is "Life Like a Summer Flower".

"Life has been lightened again and again

Reckless and tireless

-- Inscription

One

I hear echoes from the valley and from the heart

Harvest empty souls with a lonely scythe

Repeat the decision and the happiness repeatedly

There will eventually be an oasis swaying in the desert

I believe in myself

Born like a bright summer flower

Undefeated and undefeated, demonic like fire

Bear the load of the heartbeat and the burden of breathing

Never get tired of it

Two

I heard music, from the moonlight and the carcass

Auxiliary extreme bait captures ethereal beauty

Life is full of fierceness and innocence

There are always memories that run through the world

I believe in myself

When you die, it is like a beautiful autumn sunset leaf

It is not prosperous or chaotic, and the posture is like smoke

Even if it withers, it retains the pride of plumping muscles and bones

Mysterious and mysterious

Three

I hear aiqing, I believe aiqing

Aiqing is a pool of struggling blue-green algae

Like a bleak wind

Through the veins where I lost blood

The faith of the stationed years

Four

I believe that everything can be heard

Even Yujian is separated, and Yujian is another self

And some moments can't be grasped

If you look around, you will never return

Please look at the hairpin flowers on my head, blooming all the way along the way

frequently missed some, and was deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow

Five

Prajnaparamita, one by one

Life is like a summer flower, death is like an autumn leaf

What do you care about."

This is the eighty-second poem of the great Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore's "Birds", and the sentence "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves" is derived from it.

Because we live in this earthly world, we are destined to wander in the red dust, love and hatred, and who can be free from it?

In that case, why not let life shine brightly?

Pain is temporary, sorrow is temporary, people's life, always the color of happiness, no matter how painful sadness, just a past that will be forgotten, maybe we will eventually walk into a quiet death like autumn leaves, but this is as brilliant as summer flowers, we have not wasted.

This is the meaning of this poem.

Not long after the release of "Life Like Summer Flowers", the entire Xinlang meager seemed to be infected by the meaning of this poem and fell into some kind of strange calm.

Tens of millions of bloggers rejoiced quietly, quietly forwarding this poem around, leaving one or two praises, but there were no too many intense emotions, most of them were just comments like "good" and "classic".

And the poetry connoisseurs who had been waiting were quiet.

They who paid attention to this literary fight originally saw this poem for the first time and were about to write a review, but because of the amazing sentences and the timeless and profound rhyme, they took a break and re-evaluated it over and over again, and when they wanted to put it down, they couldn't put it down.

This poem is really good.

So good that they didn't know how to describe it in such a sentence for a while, so they could only be silent.

The poem seems to have an unusual liliang, and wherever it spreads, it brings calm and serenity.

After a while, Qingyun's meager state was refreshed.

"Life is like a summer flower, death is like an autumn leaf, good poems, good sentences, this literary battle, I lost."

Such a neat sentence announced his own attitude and the final outcome of this Wendou.

However, Gu Yang did not agree with this result, which was not what he wanted, so he responded in a meager way.

"There is no victory between you and me, you have never lost, I have never won, our poems are good, aren't they?"

Qingyun, who was on the computer side, was stunned when she saw this line, and then smiled with relief.

Yes, it was his idea that fell behind.

There is no first among literati, so why do you have to compete for strengths and weaknesses?

In such an era of advocating culture, isn't it far more precious to cherish each other than to be light on the literati?

"Mr. Chongyou is right, I didn't see it, I hope to be able to drink and make friends, I don't know if it's okay?"

"We're friends now, Mr. Qingyun."

Gu Yang typed this sentence here, stood up, his heart was as calm as water, and he smiled lightly.

The first literary fight ended here, he got a bit of calm, and clicked on the book review area where the Buddha is the Tao, only to find that today's chapter actually forgot to post, and the entire book review area had fallen out, so he hurriedly sent the chapter to be uploaded, and then looked at the readers' comments in the book review area, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"Alas, the nickname of the Broken Dog can't be removed." (To be continued......)