After the winter vacation started, half a month flew by in a blink of an eye. The flavor of the year is completely gone, and learning is on the right track. Speaking of this issue of "Chaoyang" newspaper, I have to mention the two "Untitled" poems published on it, the author of the poems is not someone else, it is Wang Limin, the content is as follows:

Untitled Editor-in-Chief of the New Moon Literary Society: Wang Limin

The horseshoe crab is in the stable.

The gangue is a squirrel, and the gangue is a squire.

Untitled Editor-in-Chief of the New Moon Literary Society: Wang Limin

What is closed is a forest country, and the middle difficulty is still not caused.

The people are and the car is in the fourth, and the old turbidity has to be the whole work.

For the first poem, there may be many people who don't know a word, and for the second poem, many people may not understand a word, and they don't know how much knowledge it takes to decipher and comprehend the theme and connotation of these two poems. Even these three kinds of people (classes) are confused, I don't know what to say, it seems that the bell needs to be tied to the bell.

When everyone was about to ask Wang Limin for an explanation, they found that his position was empty, apparently creating his "Square Sheath Round Chisel" on the literary building. Therefore, many students have a helpless and impatient look. What annoys them is that the whole poem is incomprehensible from beginning to end, except for the title, isn't this contempt for their group of high school students?

The next day at breakfast, Xue Lian saw that Zhicheng was eating steamed buns on the dining table with half a box of pickles on the table in a corner as usual, and Xue Lian was sad when she saw this scene, after she received the steamed buns, she deliberately received a large plate of vegetables at the sales port, and then quietly came to him, put the dish in front of him, and at the same time rushed to Zhicheng who raised his head with a friendly smile and said warmly: "What is the fuss!" Your sister bought it for you, eat it while it's hot! She took out two steamed buns from the plastic basket she was carrying and put them on his pickle box, then winked at him and smiled meaningfully, then turned and walked away.

Zhicheng looked at the whole plate of hot eggs and scrambled tomatoes in front of him and the big white bun on the pickle box, and suddenly felt his nose pantothenic. Looking at the beautiful back of Yu Laiyu who was gradually moving away, he felt that the scene just now was like a dream, her kind demeanor, warm words, and kind smile were full of her mother's meticulous care and compassion......

Xuelian basically eats with Song Yingmei, He Lingling and Li Qianqian at every meal.

Yingmei saw Xuelian coming over with a basket of buns, so she smiled and quipped: "Hmph, you dare to open a small stove for your soldier brother behind our sister's back, tell me honestly, what good things for your love brother!" Yes? Say? ”

"Neurotic, whatever, I think you're underwhelmed." Snow Lotus twisted her cheek.

"Hmph, what are you pretending, we've all seen it. Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, you're sour enough. ”

Xue Lian pursed her lips and said, "Hmph, I'm jealous." Let me tell you, Zhicheng is my brother. ”

He Lingling interjected with a sneer: "Who doesn't know that he is your brother!" Everyone on this earth knows ......"

Xue Lian stomped her feet with a sneer: "You two are teasing me, aren't you?" Hmph, Yingmei, what about me, after morning exercises this morning, you ran to Wang Limin and whispered something, ah? He Lingling, and you, why are you so close to Yang Zhenguo! The eyebrows flickered......" Xue Lian smiled and gave the two of them some mandarin duck scores.

He Lingling said nonchalantly: "Hmph, you can say whatever you like, you are not afraid of the shadow crooked ......"

"That's right." Song Yingmei hurriedly said: "I muttered to Wang Limin for a while this morning, but I was asking him what the two "Untitled" poems yesterday meant. Hmph, you think I'm going to take a fancy to him like that, besides, even his madman doesn't necessarily like me! It's not like you and your Xiaoice skaters, who fight hot all day. By the way, you're embarrassed to talk about me! Didn't you go to the literary building to find Wang Limin last night as soon as you got out of school? As a result, I didn't come back all night, and I said why did Wang Limin keep yawning this morning! You can't tire people like that. Ahh Giggle......"

Li Qianqian's cheeks were also crimson by Song Yingmei's out-of-character words, and she covered her mouth and smiled: "Okay, don't make trouble, let's eat!" After a while, the food will be cold, and I can eat it if you don't eat it. ”

He Lingling stared at Xuelian and Yingmei, who were playing with each other, and said with a sneer: "Why is it so enjoyable today, you can enjoy the live broadcast of martial arts movies while dining......"

Yingmei slapped He Lingling and said angrily: "Hmph, just know how to eat, and don't come to help me." ”

He Lingling chewed the bun in his mouth and said, "Hmph, I am the head of the class, I have a few heads!" Dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head. It's good if I don't help Snow Lotus beat you. ”

Among these four sisters who have a very good relationship, only Li Qianqian is more quiet and shy, and the other sisters are more naughty than the other, and one is more reckless than the other.

Besides, Zhicheng here, Xuelian bought such a large plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes for him, since he entered high school, he has never eaten such a fragrant and delicious dish, he wants to eat more in the morning while there are good dishes, and he won't eat them until noon. Just as Zhicheng was holding the plate and eating with relish, he suddenly heard a string of crisp and pleasant laughter, and looked up to see that it was Xuelian and Yingmei who came to him.

He Lingling quipped: "Brother Wang Shuai, your table is quite thick, we have all finished eating, and you haven't finished eating yet?" The feeling of adding food is not ordinary. ”

Yingmei smiled and said, "Zhicheng, don't worry, just let your sister sit down and accompany you for two cups, and the three of us will say goodbye first." ”

Xue Lian twisted Yingmei and sat on the vacant seat opposite Zhicheng with a coquettish smile.

Zhicheng scratched his forehead embarrassedly, and the remaining half-pulled steamed buns in his hand were embarrassed to eat.

"What are you doing in a daze, eat quickly! After eating, let's go together. What are you embarrassed about in front of your old sister! Eat quickly. ”

Xue Lian held her hands behind her back and tied the shawl hair behind her head with a hair cover. After finishing the tie, she asked Chong Zhicheng with great interest: "Brother, did you see Wang Limin's two "Untitled" poems yesterday?" Do you know what that means? She stared at him with winkling eyes.

Zhicheng didn't expect her to shout her brother so smoothly, and she felt like her own brother when she heard that tone. "I saw it, and I glanced at it...... One can't read and write, and the other can't read ......"

Xue Lian looked at his cute appearance and couldn't help but cover her mouth on the table with the back of her hand and sneered, and only raised her head for a long time and said: "Hmph, don't say you don't know each other, none of the more than 60,000 people in our school know each other, and even all the Chinese teachers have put on their glasses." Not only that, but even the author of this poem, Wang Limin, doesn't know a word himself, so you say it's ridiculous. ”

Zhicheng said in disbelief: "How is this possible, how can people not know the poems written by others!" ”

"Hmph, you still don't believe it! Your old sister can still lie to you, as soon as I got out of school last night, I went to the Literature Club to find Wang Limin, and went to ask him what these two "Untitled" poems mean, which are more esoteric than the fucking "Wuji". Who knew that he wasn't in the literary building last night. So I called him and asked him, and he told me that if I didn't understand it, I couldn't understand good poems, and those who understood it didn't understand good poems. Then he hung up the phone. I was so angry that I almost dropped my phone. Fuck, what an attitude! Later, I met Wu Chao, the editor-in-chief of our "Chaoyang" Literary Society, about the ins and outs of this poem are Wu Chao and me, do you know how he wrote these two poems? The first one he was flipping through the dictionary and then haphazardly combining those unfamiliar words. Even Wang Limin didn't know a single word of those 28 words, and they were purely made up. In the second song, he deliberately combined individual words randomly, which essentially had no meaning. ”

Zhicheng also smiled and said, "It's really fake!" Then why did the literary club publish it for him? ”

Because these two poems have other meanings, and he is the editor-in-chief of the "New Moon" Literary Society, what is it to publish two poems. But because "New Moon" is not as well-known as our "Chaoyang" Literary Society! So he handed over the manuscript of the poem to Wu Chao, the editor-in-chief of the "Chaoyang" Literary Society, Wu Chao was also very contradictory when he saw such a poem, if it was given to him by other classmates, he would have thrown it aside, but because Wang Limin was a peer with him, and he was a figure in the whole school, he had a place in the literary world of our school. Therefore, he transferred these two incredible alternative poems to Mr. Huo Qing, the general consultant of our campus literature, and conveyed Wang Limin's relevant explanations of these two poems, so that he could decide whether to publish them. Wu Chao told me that Wang Limin wanted to use these two poems to satirize the undesirable phenomenon of pretending to be deep and playing with words in today's poetry world. To put it bluntly, his two poems are also a kind of attack on modern poetry, because you also know that modern poetry is basically a sentence that we normal people can't understand, if you understand a sentence, then the poet will be considered a failure, in short, today's poetry is whimsical, unbounded, disease-free, so mysterious, and a thousand words off topic. It was originally a very clear sentence, the poets want to make the clouds and fog, mysterious and mysterious. Hit seven or eight more enter keys. Wang Limin's two poems do not have a single sentence of refutation and accusation, but use this stretching and deformation technique to mock whether it is very novel. That's what makes these two poems unique. It can be said that it is extremely ridiculous. Nowadays, there are a lot of poems that are really too sluggish, for fear that you will understand what he is writing about. It's no wonder he used this technique to mock this phenomenon. I've read a poem called "Butterfly's Belly Is Itchy" before, and it's so fucking decadent that I didn't understand a single sentence from beginning to end. By the way, there is also a song called "Ants Rolling", and after reading it, I felt that my head was twice as big. To put it mildly, what the is written! The preface doesn't match the afterword, I'm afraid there is nothing more rubbish in this world. However, these two poems have been hyped by several critics. I wondered, if that is also called poetry, then the footprints of the newborn little Wang Bacub crawling on the beach can also be called a quatrain for the ages. No wonder Wang Limin complained in the previous paragraph: If an immutable person wants to engage in literature, there will never be a way out, and if you want to occupy a place in the literary world, then 'metamorphosis' is a necessary factor and the primary factor. Giggles, he's always been so extreme. ”

"It turns out that his two poems are written like this, and I can't understand the meaning of reading them five or six times. Isn't he pure? Even if there is such a deep meaning, it will be published to him. This is also outrageous, is it a little famous to be so bull......" Zhicheng scratched his scalp in embarrassment, and suddenly felt that he shouldn't make a big deal in front of Xuelian.

Seeing that Zhicheng's cheeks were flushed by two inconspicuous swear words, Xue Lian chuckled and said, "What's embarrassing, it's not a formal occasion." Occasionally, a few swear words are more cordial. Just pay attention to the formal occasions. Looks like you're a little uncomfortable with him, aren't you? That can't be helped, who makes the family famous? Nowadays, it's all about celebrity effects! As long as you are a little famous, even if you fart it is fragrant, if you are not famous, you are writing a first-class masterpiece, and you are also a big scumbag. By the way, do you know the two jujube trees in Lu Xun's "Autumn Night"? Lu Xun wrote: 'There are two trees in my back garden, one is a jujube tree, and the other is a jujube tree. What a vulgar sentence! But because it was Lu Xun who said it! It's a good sentence for the ages. If we write such sentences in our essays, then the teacher will definitely say that you are stupid. In the comments will also be written on you: repetitive, wordy, redundant. There is also a joke here, saying that after the Chinese teacher talked about Lu Xun's two jujube trees, a student also wrote in his composition: I have two younger sisters, one is a woman, and the other is also a woman, and the teacher's comment is:! The students were puzzled as to why Lu Xun wrote classics, and Lao Tzu said. Of course, future generations also have many opinions on Lu Xun's two jujube trees, with mixed reviews...... "Xuelian stroked the hair on the back of her head and said: "Its realization of the so-called art today is particularly decadent, not only in the literary world, but also in the music world." is like a pop singer nowadays, Jiao Erlang is on the stage, leading the audience to applaud, talking nonsense non-stop, and shaking his whole body is not four...... However, the more they jumped, the crazier the audience became, and they really responded to that sentence, now the audience is all flies, and the more vulgar and obscene they are, the more welcoming they are. The music world is a miasma, the literary world is a mess, the singers cry wolves on the stage, and the writers talk nonsense on the manuscript paper. What kind of art and literature are you talking about? It can be said that at present, in China, there is cultural garbage everywhere, and there is no way to deal with the pollution. It's harder to find a good book with flavor and interest than to find a needle in a fucking haystack. It's all martial arts, fantasy, online games, supernatural, Warcraft and the like. The storyline is bizarre to death, and the whole world is empty. The content is basically the same, nothing more than a male protagonist who either gets the guidance of a master, or accidentally gets a panacea or martial arts cheats, and then dominates the rivers and lakes and enjoys all the gorgeous women in the book. These kinds of books are all fabrications of 'Sun Air', and they have no real meaning at all. Chinese literature has reached the point of terminal illness. Like a person with cancer, the cancer has spread to the entire field of literature. Writers are sick giants of knowledge, and literature is a towering tree without roots. One is going to die, the other is going to die......" Xue Lian attacked the entire art and literary world with two poems. When she said this, Zhicheng put down her chopsticks, smiled and handed him a stack of soft napkins.