After a while, another group of people came to the box one after another.

These people, old and young, male or female, speak and smile calmly and elegantly, and indeed they all have the temperament of a poet.

After everyone came in, they expressed their concern and greetings to Ding Youwen, and Ding Youwen also stood up and thanked them one by one.

Chen Hanjun counted the heads and said to Ding Youwen: "Xiao Wang hasn't come yet, do you want to wait for a while?" ”

Ding Youwen shook his phone: "I just communicated in WeChat, Xiao Wang went to pick up the sample issue of "Tanka Xing", and the time is difficult to determine. Everyone is an acquaintance, so don't pay so much attention to it, just wait while eating. ”

Everyone was seated, and before the dishes were served, Chen Hanjun first called five catties of splash wine and proposed to Ding Youwen: "Or the old rules?" ”

Ding Youwen said with a smile: "The old rules, the elegant order!" ”

Everyone said: "Please be the commander of Ding Lao!" ”

Ding Youwen said: "Let's be casual, don't be too restrained, I'll publish a poem, you can just go down and go down one by one, except for the same rhyme, nothing else is exquisite." When he chanted for a long time, he casually made a poem:

After the rain, there are insects chirping outside the window.

The original non-poetry world, who to listen to the rhyme?

Everyone applauded, and Ding Youwen modestly waved his hand to everyone.

Chen Hanjun sat under Ding Youwen, thought about it with his eyes closed, and said:

The scenery is picturesque, and the meeting must be made early.

The world of flowers in the mountains, the city of dreams on the water.

Zhang Shengli continued:

Fang mash is a guest drink, and poetry is born from the heart.

Where do you know about bird language? Luoxia Mountain is crossed.

More than a dozen people made a song in the blink of an eye, both vulgar and elegant.

Wang Ziheng sat on top of Ding Youwen and was the last person to give the order. The men and women present, except for Zhang Shengli, were not familiar with him, and when they saw that he was about to speak out, they all had an expectant expression. Wang Ziheng blushed, and also made a song:

There are two or three lights in the village, and they often look for the old road.

The wind calls me frequently, coming and going.

Ding Youwen raised his glass and said, "Xiao Wang, you are really a blockbuster!" Come on, let's toast him together. ”

Everyone got up one after another and clinked glasses with Wang Ziheng. The sound of praise and praise were endless, Wang Ziheng seemed to have found the confidence he had in college again, and his mouth began to gush, and he soon blended in with everyone.

When I was half drunk, I suddenly saw a small gay man running in sweating profusely, holding a stack of books in his hand.

Chen Hanjun hurriedly stood up and gave up his seat: "Come on, Xiao Wang, Ding Lao is waiting for your glass of wine so anxiously!" ”

Zhang Shengli whispered to Wang Ziheng: "This buddy's name is Wang Chang, his poetry skills are superb, and many works have been published in authoritative journals such as "Poetry Magazine" and "Yangtze River", and he is a capable leader in the association. ”

Wang Ziheng glanced at Wang Chang and saw that this person was not good-looking, but he could be highly praised by Zhang Shengli, so he must be a master.

Wang Chang put the book in his hand on the dining table, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said, "I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting!" This is a sample issue of "Tanka Xing", and twenty copies were printed first. I heard Ding Lao say that everyone was here today, so I didn't send it to the association, and I just hugged it and shared it with you first. ”

The people present cheered, and in an instant they divided the books on the table and rushed to read them.

Zhang Shengli grabbed a copy for Wang Ziheng and introduced: "This is a collection of poems produced by Tangshan poets at their own expense, which not only includes nearly 100 ancient and modern poems by outstanding poets in the county, but also calligraphy and painting works, which are everyone's hard work." We plan to make it into a publication, which is a semi-annual issue, which is the first draft after the publication is finalized. ”

Wang Ziheng took a copy in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The cover is a Chinese painting: the bright moon is in the sky, the river is rushing, a heroic old man is drunk in the river, and the mountains behind him are vast, and he is thousands of miles away. There is a vertical inscription on the right side of the painting: Tanka Xing, Ding Youwen plays ink.

What a momentum! Wang Ziheng secretly praised in his heart.

Turning the first page, it is the frontispiece of the volume written by Ding Youwen, entitled "A Brief Discussion on Poetry Creation":

When he has nothing to do, he often stands in front of the door of his hut and looks out at the fields in the distance. So, a picture like this jumped into my eyes:

Clear sky, bright sun, white clouds; A piece of autumn color, full of golden ridges. Ripe ears of rice dance in the autumn breeze. I think that the joy of this harvest will be incense along with this osmanthus flower, and even the peasants' dreams will be incense.

The peasants couldn't stop being full of joy, sweating, dancing with silver sickles, getting up early and harvesting in the dark, busy. So a small word "Huanxi Sha Rice Harvest" popped out of my mind:

The autumn wind is full of yellow overnight, and the golden rice ears are shaken. The courtyard has its own cinnamon fragrance.

Sweating and chasing the red sunset, I still see the white clouds when I look up. The silver sickle is plated with moonlight.

The first draft was written, and at first glance, it was okay; After reading it, I think there are some things that need to be revised.

……

The changed word looks like this:

The autumn wind is full of yellow overnight, and the sea of golden rice is tempting and busy. In the courtyard, the osmanthus is fragrant.

Sweating and chasing the red sunset, I still see the white clouds when I look up. The silver sickle is plated with jade toad light.

Some people say that it is difficult to write poems and lyrics, but in fact, it is not difficult, as long as you master the rhythm and certain skills; As long as there is a heart, as long as there is affection, as long as there is a feeling. Write what you see with your eyes, what you hear with your ears, and what you feel with your heart according to the requirements of the rhythm, this is poetry.

……

It's really hard to write something that can be seen, something good, and something that is good. Usually you have to work hard, observe more, understand more, and experience more. To engage in creation, you have to be lonely, and sometimes you even forget to sleep and eat, and work hard.

Poetry should be frank, but not straightforward.

Ding Youwen.

A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year.

This article reads unpretentiously, but the reasoning is simple and simple, especially for those who are new to poetry.

Because Wang Ziheng remembered Wang Chang's name, he specially found a few of his works from the poetry collection, and at first glance, he was ashamed to change color. Among them, there is a small poem of "Xingxiangzi He Jiayuan", which impressed him even more:

All the way, a hundred miles. The place of the gods, the water is beautiful and the mountains are clear. The water has far-sighted ambitions, and the mountains embrace spring ploughing. Joy mountainside trees, riverside scenery, cherry blossoms by the wall.

The fields are fertile and the crowd is excited. Planning, bonfires jubilant. The main Qingcun wine, the guest is favored. May we drink together, dance synchronously, and sing in unison.

He raised his head again and looked at the group of people in front of him, only to feel extremely embarrassed.

This group of people drank very modestly, and seeing that the faces of several female compatriots were already slightly red, everyone proposed to stop. At this time, it was more than five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Shengli hurried back to the sheep's horn, so Ding Lao said: "I think it's almost the same today, let's disperse first, everyone will come to the cultural center tomorrow, help finish all the unfinished matters, and invite everyone to the cold house for a small gathering another day!" ”

Chen Hanjun also said: "Everyone may not have fun yet, but Ding Lao's body still needs to be well recuperated, so let's not disturb his old man." ”

Everyone politely said goodbye to each other and went home. Zhang Shengli invited Wang Ziheng to go to the horns, and Wang Ziheng said: "Our brothers, I won't be polite to you!" Right now, my friend still needs someone to take care of him, and he can't leave, so after this while, I'll definitely go to your place to sit down. ”

Zhang Shengli agreed, and before leaving, he repeatedly advised: "You must come, I will wait for you in Sheephorn Middle School!" ”

Before Wang Ziheng got up, he went to the toilet and found that Chen Hanjun, who was about to settle the bill at the end, was quietly calling in the toilet: "Third uncle, lend me 500 yuan for emergency relief, we will pay our salary tomorrow, and we will pay you back first......

Wang Ziheng felt a little blind, he silently walked to the front desk and settled the bill with the cashier.

Back at the hospital, Tian Fusheng seemed to be waiting a little anxiously. Wang Ziheng bought a fast food at the entrance of the hospital, handed it to Tian Fusheng, and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Tian Fusheng said softly: "Something is wrong!" I just talked to Gao Guiyun on the phone, and she said that I am now a fugitive wanted criminal issued by the public security organs! Brother, the hospital hasn't registered my information yet, has it? ”

Wang Ziheng said: "It's so hanging! Before you were unconscious, I didn't dare to mess with your things, so I discussed with the hospital and registered your personal information later. Why is he wanted? ”

Tian Fusheng hesitated for a moment, but decided to be frank: "Egg poop, the crime is to sell cultural relics!" ”

It turned out that when Luo Jingzhai was seriously ill, the relevant departments had already secretly contacted the US judicial organs and were weaving a big net to prepare to smash the international extraordinarily large cultural relics trafficking organization headed by Luo Jingzhai in one fell swoop.

Although there are no extradition regulations between China and the United States, the handling of many major international cases is carried out in the form of mutual legal assistance. Given the intertwined forces behind Luo Jingzhai, the progress of the case is also relatively slow.

After Luo Jingzhai's death, a special task force set up by the Ministry of Public Security also decided to close the net. In this big net, Tian Fusheng and Gao Guiyun are fortunate to be small fish and shrimp to be caught.

Coincidentally, when the "Shuangshuang" police rounded up Gu Yixuan, Tian Fusheng disappeared, and Gao Guiyun was in the United States and had learned the news that she held a U.S. green card, so she simply hid in the United States and did not come back.

Tian Fusheng couldn't get through Gao Guiyun's mobile phone at first, so he tried a lot of secret numbers left by each other before, and finally got in touch with him, and he learned the whole story.

Tian Fusheng judged that it was he who spent a year in the cave of Hebi Peak that he was fortunate enough to escape.

Ending the call with Gao Guiyun, he didn't dare to make a few phone calls that he originally wanted to make, and at this time, when he heard Wang Ziheng say that his identity information was not exposed, his heart relaxed a lot.

"Brother, brother, I'm in this situation now, you don't care about me, if you want to call the police, I will never complain about you......" Tian Fusheng was testing Wang Ziheng.

Wang Ziheng has no clear principles and bottom line as a person, and his blood is strong, and he was provoked by Tian Fusheng again, and immediately clapped his chest and said: "Brother Tian, what do you think of me?" ”

Tian Fusheng's acting skills are superb, as soon as he grasped Wang Ziheng's hand, his eyes wept and said: "Brother, with your words, my brother will be blind to death!" ”

He wiped away a handful of tears and said, "Listen to me, the whole thing has room to turn around." We can't stay in this hospital any longer, we have to go out tonight, as long as we find that cave again, and go back, we should be able to go back to before, or even earlier! ”