XLVI. Poetry and Wine

After this battle, sure enough, within three days, he received a notice that Yuanfeng Chinese Academy would resume business.

He hurriedly told the teachers to come back to work and the students to return to class, and several teachers kept their promises to return to the team, but more than a dozen students were lost due to the obstruction of their parents.

This kind of thing is inevitable, and some people will be suspicious of the seized enterprises and stores, and often choose to stay away for fear of causing trouble.

For such people who have poor discernment and cannot share honor and disgrace, separation may be the best outcome.

Otherwise, sooner or later, something will happen.

The reopened Sinology Society is full of more vigorous momentum, with a new look, proving to people his strength and charm.

Before the start of the first class, he also made a solemn promise to all teachers and students: this is the lecture hall of Chinese culture, and it is also a palace for educating people, we teach not only knowledge, but also pay more attention to the cultivation of personality, and hope that all students will become talents with excellent character and learning.

In the past few days, the weather has been extremely cold, the north wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves fall to the ground, like spilled paper money.

The winter in the north is so cold. When smog becomes the norm, people look forward to the arrival of wind and snow. But when the wind and snow really came, they complained that it was too cold.

In fact, speaking of cold, compared with people who have experienced the ice and snow in the east, the temperature in North China can only smile slightly.

Snow in October in the Northeast is nothing new, and temperatures of more than ten degrees below zero are also commonplace.

Zhao Yuankang remembered the first time he went to the Northeast, wearing leather shoes, and he was so cold that he was tap-dancing when he got off the train station, so he hurriedly went to the mall with his friends to buy a pair of leather shoes with fur, down cotton pants, and ear caps with local characteristics, for fear of freezing his ears.

When he was drinking at night, he asked him to drink liquor and beer, he said let's have some beer, and asked him if he drank it at room temperature or cold, and he thought to himself what to drink cold on such a cold day, come to room temperature.

When he took it up, he was dumbfounded, it turned out that it was placed in the room at room temperature, but it had already formed ice ballast, and if it was cold, it would be placed outside, frozen into a hard ice lump.

Don't look at the cold in the Northeast, but the clothes are warm, the down jacket and fur mink are thicker and wind-resistant than those in North China, and the home is even warmer.

In the city, whether it is floor heating or radiators, the heating temperature is generally more than five degrees higher than that here, and in the countryside, it is their own fire kang, so that the house exudes heat.

Therefore, Northeast people like the life of Maodong, invite three or five relatives and friends, drink to their heart's content, chat about the sea, regardless of state and family affairs, but also at ease.

Sometimes, he really wants to live such a life, but his current career and uncontrollable fate in the future make it difficult for him to have this chic indifference.

I can't even spare time to watch a movie with Li Ruoxi, today, I wanted to get off work early, the two of them went to watch a movie together, had a candlelight dinner, and had a world for two, but I didn't expect that he was invited to an event organized by the local poetry association in the afternoon, and he had to participate.

After the last seizure of the Chinese Studies Society, he was more cautious, and he had to attend some important activities in person and make more friends with people in the circle, which was of great help to publicize and consolidate the Chinese Studies Society.

This cultural salon event gathered many local celebrities in the fields of calligraphy and painting, poetry, and music, and even some retired old leaders to participate, which can be said to be a place of cultural gathering.

He had to comfort Ruoxi, although this girl had a quieter personality and belonged to the reasonable type, but she also had a lot of complaints about him, pouting, and looking lost. After persuading for a long time, I said that I would not take it as an example. I asked a female teacher to go shopping after work.

Entering the venue at half past six, the salon called "Sailing Boat" invited about 200 people to participate in the banquet hall on the fourth floor of the local Jin Jiang Hotel.

At seven o'clock, it opened on time. Accompanied by the soothing sound of guqin music, a man in his forties walked on the stage, he was the initiator of the gathering, Mr. Li Sitong, editor-in-chief of the local Wen Wei Po and president of the Poetry Association.

Mr. Li first thanked cultural people from all walks of life for coming to the grand event. They were then interviewed by two emerging writers and their works.

To be honest, although Zhao Yuankang is in the cultural circle, he doesn't pay so much attention to niche literature, and he has no impression of these two cutting-edge writers. It's just a matter of promoting it on the ground.

Subsequently, there were several calligraphers and painters who presented their works on the spot, but there were a few words that were quite skillful, after all, this work is not something that can be done in a year or two.

Everyone here is a person who dances and writes, has never eaten pork, and has seen a lot of running pigs.

Among them, a young man's calligraphy works are quite outstanding, and it is said that the person is a descendant of Wang Xi, which makes Zhao Yuankang quite admired.

The style of this salon is still quite high, the meal is high-end Western food, red wine steak, salmon, pasta, cheese, pizza, foie gras, etc., and violin accompaniment, which is more quiet and fresh.

But Zhao Yuankang doesn't like this Western style very much, a group of Chinese parties also arrange these foreign plays, but it is not as good as Chinese authentic dishes, to serve two or two white wine, a song of ancient music, there is a transcendent artistic conception.

Let's just say that this left knife and right fork are always awkward to use, which is as flexible and easy as chopsticks.

Everyone sat down and ate and talked, and some discussed their poems with their tablemates.

He also studied poetry, just as a game, but after listening to the conversation of several people present, he had some confidence.

These people are all in their fifties, and they may have been leaders in government agencies and units before, and they wrote some poems and were sought after by the people below, so they felt that their level was quite high. In fact, it can only be regarded as a limerick, barely rhyming, but it is difficult to have momentum and artistic conception.

One of them, a white-haired old man known as Zhang Lao, recited a song praising the Olympics:

The whole country celebrates the Olympic Games, and Chinese athletes spread good news.

Once every four years, it was a brilliant achievement, and after London fought Tokyo.

"Okay, good, Old Zhang, this poem is so well written." There are still people who hold stinky feet in this poem.

"Hehe, yes!" He sneered, but it was unusually abrupt. Let Zhang Lao not come to the stage.

"What does this little brother think, let's hear it." Zhang Lao suppressed his anger and said.

"I don't have any high opinions, but I don't think this poem about the Olympics can be written so plainly, and it just so happens that I have a poem to commemorate the Beijing Olympics, and I want everyone to enjoy it." He read slowly.

Eight years ago, on August 8, the night sky over Beijing was picturesque.

The eagle strikes the sky and the wind and clouds, and the dragon swims in the sea to compete for hegemony.

"Good, good, what a poem!! The couplet is neat, the artistic conception is lofty, and the momentum is like a rainbow. That's great. ”

There was a round of applause at the adjacent table, and when he saw that it was the young calligrapher who was the descendant of the sage, he stood up and applauded him. He smiled and nodded at the man.

Everyone has a lot of discussions, and people who know how to write are quite respectful of this poem, especially compared with the two, Zhang Lao's poem is too mediocre and can only be regarded as a primary school student's work.

But the group of veteran cadres who are accustomed to clichés and stubbornness do not like this kind of work that dares to break through and is cynical.

"Young man, it's too arrogant, what else is the dragon swimming in the sea, the eagle striking the sky, is this something you can use?"

Immediately, an old man taught him to be arrogant in the tone of the teacher.

"Why can't this be used, back then, Li Bai still had 'I am a madman in Chu, and the wind sings and laughs at Kongqiu', young people should be sharp, and they must be sharp." Another young author came out and retorted.

"Young people, this will be easy to make mistakes, if you look at Song Jiang, you dare to inscribe an anti-poem 'If he is young and Ling Yunzhi, dare to laugh at Huang Chao and not his husband', writing this kind of poem will cause death." The old man said righteously.

"Don't rely on the old and sell the old, you don't know the shame, at your level, you should go home and coax your grandson." The young man retorted.

This statement immediately caused a quarrel between the old and new factions, and the banquet fell into chaos, and finally President Li intervened, and the two sides stopped the abuse, but they were no longer in the mood to continue to get together, and they broke up unhappily.

Zhao Yuankang was originally just a newcomer, with an attitude of learning and communication, he came to this gathering, but he did not expect to become the fuse of this dispute between the old and new poetry schools, and he was unexpected.

However, because of this appearance, I won a few young friends, which can be regarded as a gain.

He left the hotel in a huff and walked to find his car.

Because of the shortage of parking spaces, he finally found a place two miles away from the hotel, and when he walked to the front of the car, he did see a beggar in tattered clothes lying in the back of the car.