This supper is indeed fragrant, too fragrant.

Peanut oil, native eggs, shallots, diced cucumbers, just four side dishes, but mixed with a rich fragrance.

The main thing is that the amount is large.

A pot of egg fried rice is a pot, and the fragrance of the fried eggs is really irresistible, this is the original incense, pure incense, and the fragrance of the nose begins to flow in the nose!

The members of the club lined up to receive it, and they were bare-chested to get food, one bowl or half a basin per person, and they hurried home when it was raining and blocked the bowl with their clothes.

The queue is getting bigger and bigger, and the sound of laughter and laughter is always wafting on the top of the mountain.

There are also people from the outside team who can't stand it, so they don't watch the movie and follow to the top of the mountain and ask: "What are you eating?" How can it be so fragrant? ”

Some people said enviously: "Is your team eating a big pot of rice again?" But this big pot of rice is good, and two catties of vegetable oil are poured into one pot? ”

When the colander heard this, he laughed: "Two catties of lard!" ”

Wang Yi found a basin in the big stove to clean up clams and white clams.

They collected a lot of small shellfish tonight, Wang Xianghong asked him to pick some, and the rest was not allowed to be sold, except for a little to make cold dishes, the rest was made into dried clam meat.

This clam meat is not going to be sold, but waiting to be dried to give a gift to Wang Yi.

Wang Xianghong used a flashlight in the cabin of Tianya 2 to help him find Haobei, and said: "The clam meat dried in our team is good, and it is famous on the outer islands." ”

"It is sunburned in the autumn sunshine and blown out by the autumn wind, the color is yellow, dry and wet is just right, and it can make soup and make dumplings and buns, and it can be eaten dry."

Wang Xianggao, who came on the boat to help, said with a smile: "Yes, when the time comes, I will pick the same size and neat shape for Mr. Wang, and send his classmates and friends to taste the dried clam meat from our outer islands." ”

Wang Xianghong said: "Especially if you have classmates and friends who love to drink, you must get some for people, grab a handful of clam meat when drinking, put it in your mouth and chew it slowly, which has both the umami of fish and the fragrance of meat; It's soft and chewy. ”

"This taste is the king of all flavors, umami!" Wang Xianggao continued to speak.

"Huh." The old man Wang Zhengang, who was squatting in the stern of the boat and smoking, suddenly stepped forward, and he pulled a pair of small berries from a pair and said, "There are clams?" Mr. Wang, you pick clams to eat, and the clams are fresher. ”

"The freshest in the world!" Wang Xianggao exclaimed.

Wang Yi praised him: What a little expert.

He also saw the clams, the shells of which were smoother than clams and white clams, large and tender, and the white boils were indeed sweet and delicious.

The key is that the soup is very delicious after the clams are boiled, and now if there are clams in the outer islands, they will make a fresh soup as water to drink, and the relatives in the inland must be amazed for the first time.

The four of them picked it up, and specially picked up the clams for Wang Yi to cook as a supper.

Qiu Weishui wanted to come to help, Wang Yi waved his hand: "You just washed up, rest, go to my house to find a bottle of wine, tonight I will invite the branch secretary and the old master and uncle to drink." ”

Wang Xianghong smiled: "What kind of wine do you drink?" I'll just go over and eat a bowl of egg fried rice later. ”

Wang Yi said: "Don't rush the egg fried rice, tonight this egg fried rice is made a lot, it is estimated that it will be fried until ten o'clock, let's eat some to cushion our stomach after drinking." ”

Because there is egg fried rice to eat at night, the members are all on an empty stomach to catch the evening tide, Wang Yi knows everyone's appetite, and moved a few bags of rice in the big stove.

He had seen it when he came back just now.

The rice was stewed, but cold rice had to be used to make egg fried rice, so when they got off the boat, it was the first pot that was fried, and the next pot lasted for more than an hour.

Since they want to drink, they can't just take clams, mud clams, conchs, scallops, white clams, razor clams and the like.

Wang Xianghong went to call Xiufang over to wash the clams, and said: "Xiufang works carefully, she has a hand in washing shells, and she washes them cleanly, no matter what she does, she doesn't have teeth." ”

Xiufang quickly brought a few large basins, which contained seawater, and put all kinds of seashells into them to let them open their mouths and spit out mud and sand.

The lights on the ship were not good, and Wang Yi and they picked some randomly, so it was inevitable that there would be empty shells, mud shells and dead shells inside.

Because they are going to eat clams later, they have to make them spit out the mud and sand, and they have to pick out the bad shells quickly.

Xiufang grabbed a dozen seashells and knocked them up and down between her hands, then carefully listened to the sound of shells colliding, and picked out some shells and threw them away as she listened to the sound.

Qiu Weishui went up to help.

Xiufang taught her to pick clams: "Listen to the sound, the bang is dead, the cough cough sound is an empty shell, and the sinking is the mud shell - it is stuffed with mud and sand, so it sinks, and the good clams are clicky, the sound is crisp, and you feel comfortable when you listen to it......"

Qiu Weishui tried it and said with a wry smile: "Why can't I tell the difference?" ”

Xiufang said: "There is no trick to this, it is much simpler than you study and learn knowledge, you have to have experience, anyway, as long as you are serious and not afraid of trouble, you will toss a few more times." ”

"Take what you have in your hand......"

She took it and shook it and knocked it, then muttered, "It's all good shells, no wonder you can't tell the difference." ”

Wang Yi went to get a bottle of Little Fool Fairy, a drink that is not well-known in the Jiangnan region — because the brand only appeared in '97.

So Wang Yi took it out directly, saying that it was a small factory's wine.

He bought a 52-degree white bottle of Puxian, a good wine that has been selling well in 22 years, and it is produced in the same place as Moutai, but it is not a sauce fragrance, but a strong fragrance.

The packaging of this bottle is simple, it is a piece of gold paper with the brand name and some information written on it.

Wang Yi poured wine for them on the big table under the tree and said, "This rain is really not good, you can't feel it under the tree." ”

Wang Xianghong knocked on the table and took the wine glass, and said: "It's good to wet the ground, it doesn't help to alleviate the drought." ”

He looked at the wine bottle curiously: "Little foolish fairy? What is the name of this wine? ”

Several people have no culture, and they don't know Zheng Banqiao's sentence 'It's rare to be confused', Wang Xianggao gave his own unique understanding:

"Little foolish fairy, this is a warning to us to drink less, the more we drink this thing, the more confused we become, and if we drink too much, we will become confused."

Wang Yi brought out common things such as dried tofu, ham, and luncheon meat, and said the theory of 'rare confusion'.

The three of them couldn't understand it, but the more this kind of topic could be discussed, they chatted around.

After drinking the wine for a while, Wang Yi went to roast the conch first.

He prepared an oven for the restaurant for barbecue, and also prepared one for the big stove, so he lit the charcoal grilled conch.

The conch is roasted and sliced and dipped in wasabi soy sauce, and there is no wasabi sold on the outer islands now, only during the Chinese New Year, and it is used to mix cold dishes.

Wang Xianghong dipped some mustard soy sauce with conch meat and ate it in his mouth, and what he ate was squeezing his eyebrows vigorously: "Mr. Wang, you put too much of this material, no, I can't stand it, drill my nose, I grass, drill my nose!" ”

Wang Zhengang also ate a slice, he blinked vigorously, and finally spoke: "Bring strength!" ”

Other seashells are also grilled in the oven, without stewing or steaming, and iron plates are placed on the oven, and with the sound of clattering, both clams and white clams open their shells.

The roasted seashells are fresher than stewed and steamed, but the fishy smell is also heavier, and it is impossible to say which cooking method is better, anyway, drinking alcohol is heavy on an atmosphere.

The seashells roasted on an iron plate are a novelty, and several people are amazed while eating, and the seashells are roasted with soup inside.

This soup is really fresh, take a bite of the soup in the shell and then pull out the shell meat with a sip of wine, several people drank and nodded again and again.

Someone came over from behind, Wang Yi kept adding chairs, and finally twenty or thirty people came to drink under the shade of the tree.

Wang Yi has a lot of wine on hand, he is not stingy, anyway, there are too many people to drink bottled wine instead of bulk wine, the big guy has no opinion, he is not happy to eat and drink.

Eat and drink enough.

At this time, one person pulled half a bowl of rice, packed up his things, pulled his shoes home, and threw himself into bed to sleep all night.

The wind blew and the rain fell during the night.

A good night's sleep!

The rain was light and the sun was shining again the next day.

After Wang Yi came out, he played a set of Tai Chi boxing and ran into Wang Xianghong, Wang Xianghong said: "How about it, I said that this rain is at most a wet ground, right?" ”

He said again: "But it's a sunny day, you should be busy with clam meat today, and when you come back, you will have clam meat and clam meat to eat." ”

Drying clam meat is technically a simple job, but it is quite troublesome and laborious in terms of process.

You have to let the clams rest and spit out the sand - this is simple, Wang Xianghong has already distributed the seashells to every household last night, and the mud and sand have been spit out in the morning after spitting up all night.

The next step is to boil in the pot, the time is very short, after the pot is boiled under cold water, you have to take out the seashells and start peeling the shells.

The old people and children in the team come to do this work, usually speaking, they can peel out the shellfish and dry it, but because they want to give it to Wang Yi's classmates and friends, this is a gift for distinguished guests, so it must be made into the best grade.

Shellfish are most afraid of teeth.

In order to prevent the tooth king Xianghong from arranging for someone to use the soup to boil the clams, the clam meat that was removed was repeatedly scrubbed, one by one, at least three or four times, and then spread on the cover mat and took it out to dry.

Since the early morning, the island has been filled with fresh flavors, which are busy with the work of the elderly and children.

Wang Yi wanted to take Qiu Weishui to the county this time, he brought medicine and tonic to Ye Changan, and before that, they had to go to Changlong Commune Primary School.

Qiu Weishui's friend Cui Hong, who met in the county No. 1 middle school, was a Chinese teacher in this primary school.

So she learned that Wang Yi had written several poems and posted them in the newspaper, and she wanted to learn to write poems with Wang Yi out of self-motivation, and she wanted to communicate with Wang Yi wholeheartedly.

It is not easy for Qiu Weishui to make friends, and now her friends of the same age are actually Xiufang.

And Xiufang is not a teacher, in this case, Wang Yi cherishes Cui Hong's kindness to Qiu Weishui, so after learning about this incident, he is obliged to come to the door to help.

He also prepared a gift for Cui Hong, which was not a very precious thing, but several poetry collections that have been published on the market now.

The publication information of these poetry collections was torn out, and in terms of content, they were also available at Xinhua Bookstore in '82.

But what Wang Yi wants to send is a new edition of the book in 22 years, which can definitely beat the publications of this era in terms of typesetting, paper and printing quality.

The two packed up their things and walked to the dock to prepare to leave, passing by several houses and seeing that the yard was covered with shellfish.

No wonder Wang Xianghong said that he would be able to eat clam meat when he came back, indeed, it was very efficient.

In order to prevent over-drying of the shellfish, fishermen should avoid the scorching sun at noon and constantly change the drying place.

There must be sunshine but the sun cannot be blazing, and there must be wind but the wind cannot be fierce.

It takes a lot of work to get some good shellfish.

Not to mention anything else, there are many flies in August, in order to prevent flies from contaminating the shellfish, the people who dry the shellfish will arrange for the elderly to stay next to the cover or bedding to drive away flies and insects.

When passing by the ancestral hall, Wang Yi went in to see that the women of the costume team were making canvas chairs for chaise longues.

He said: "This time I went to the city to prepare a batch of semi-finished shirts and pants, both large and small, so you should hurry up, and when I come back with the goods, we will make shirts and pants first." ”

After the summer, the weather is cold, so Wang Yi has to prepare some long clothes and pants for the team, and sell them cheaper when the time comes.

The other also prepared a set of spring and autumn uniforms for the students, which was one of their school gifts.

The women agreed to speed up their work, and suddenly, the sound of a sewing machine sounded in the ancestral hall.

The old man outside was talking about the ancients, and the sound of high-minded talk inevitably came in.

Wang Yi pondered for a while and decided to bring a gift to each production team that could make a sound.

Not a radio.

The radio is about to be assembled by himself, and he wants to bring a tape recorder, Qiu Danian has already bought him several tape recorders, and also bought a Walkman.

Wang Xianggao's carpenter team and the costume team in the ancestral hall can put a tape recorder to play songs and plays, which can improve the working environment, improve the working mood, and improve work efficiency.

He and Qiuwei got on the boat and rocked the oar to the county by themselves.

Qiu Weishui sat in front and combed her hair that was blown away by the sea breeze, just when a boat came back, Feng Ya on the boat smiled and said, "Teacher Wang, are you sending your daughter-in-law back to her parents' house?" Ha ha. ”

The member on the dock followed: "Yes, now Mr. Wang is exactly the same as our people, carrying gifts and swinging the oar to send his daughter-in-law back to her parents' house." ”

Qiu Weishui grinned, she enjoyed the feeling very much.

She also feels that this is the living state of the couple.

Wang Yiying went away with a few words, and then said, "Xiaoqiu, how about we find a good day to get engaged?" ”

Qiu Weishui immediately raised his head and looked at him happily: "Okay, good, good." ”

Wang Yi said: "Then when I go back this time, I will ask the branch secretary to pick a few good days for your grandfather to send over to see, and then I will be engaged to you according to the rules of our outer islands!" ”

"Let's start building a house in this team, we have to have a new house, let's build a two-story building!"

Qiu Weishui stroked his long braid and said: "Teacher Wang is not in a hurry to build a house, I have seen our homestead, if you build a two-story building, it will block the sunshine in Wang Xinxin's house behind, it is not good-looking." ”

It's a real headache.

Qiu Weishui said: "I heard the branch secretary say that now the team wants to save money to build a house for the whole team, do you want to build a building for the whole team?" ”

Wang Yi said with a smile: "Lu Yao knows the horsepower, and Xiaoqiu knows Xiao Wang." ”

Qiu Weishui laughed, and she said: "In this case, let's not be in a hurry to build a new house, let's save some money for the production team first." ”

"Now that the production team has a lot of business, and a restaurant will open soon, I think you will definitely be able to make money to build a house with the production team soon."

"Anyway, once you build a house, you will start building it from our house, and when the time comes, let's wait for a while, don't let the members have a pimple in their hearts, which is not conducive to your cultivation of prestige."

Wang Yi sighed as he listened to her analysis.

If you have a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for?

The 82-year-old girl from the outer islands is too suitable to be a daughter-in-law.

Qiu Weishui didn't just help him think about it, but after he was tired and sweaty, he rolled up his sleeves and changed him, and went up to shake the oar for a while to let him rest.

Swinging to the dock, Wang Yi asked Zhao Lao Whip to drive them to the commune, Cui Hong's family lived in the commune, the family conditions were very good, her father-in-law was a loan officer of the commune credit cooperative.

As a result, Cui Hong was not at home, saying that she was at school.

Wang Yithought about how could he be in school now that the school has not yet opened?

The answer is: today the students of the commune primary school are back to school.

This is a characteristic of the times that Wang Yi is not familiar with.

In those days, the school was full of dirt, so a lot of weeds grew during the summer vacation, so students had to return to school to remove weeds and clean up a week or ten days before the start of school.

Zhao Lao whipped the long whip, and they went to the primary school in the commune again.

This time, it was a coincidence that they arrived at the school gate and saw a chubby, short, dark-skinned woman standing at the door with a sad face:

It's Cui Hong!

Seeing this, Qiu Weishui got out of the car and ran over and asked with concern: "Teacher Cui, Teacher Cui, I'm Xiaoshui, are you okay?" I don't think your face is very good. ”

Cui Hong was reading a letter, and when she saw Qiu Weishui coming, she hurriedly put away the letter and said with a forced smile: "It's okay, I'm fine-hey, why are you here, Teacher Xiaoqiu?" Oh, Mr. Wang is also here, welcome, welcome, welcome to come. ”

She shook hands with Wang Yi warmly, and her tone was very polite, a little admiration.

Wang Yi showed a kind smile like an old cadre, and said: "Hello Mr. Cui, Xiaoqiu said that you came to me to talk about poetry, and it happened that we were coming to the main island today, so I came to look for you, but the time was ......."

He looked at the school playground.

A group of students are wielding shovels and hoes, shouting trumpets and singing songs:

"Liberated areas, big production, big production, the army and the people, Siri, lala, lolo hi......"

The singing of "Military and Civilian Mass Production" was loud and pierced the sky directly.

This is a school labor scene that can no longer be seen in 22 years, and returning to school in 82 is a big event, and Wang Yi ponders that he can also organize a return to school.

Cui Hong understood what he meant, and hurriedly said, "The time is very suitable, Teacher Wang, Teacher Xiaoqiu, please come in quickly." ”

Qiu Weishui was sensitive and meticulous, and she asked worriedly, "Teacher Cui, what happened to you just now?" I think you're having a hard time. ”

The old man who was the doorman in the communication room held the porcelain jar and said: "Teacher Cui is not difficult to encounter, haha, she will encounter it once a month, although she feels uncomfortable, but she can withstand this blow." ”

Wang Yi was stunned.

Wozh?

Painful, menstrual cramps?

As a result, Cui Hong smiled embarrassedly: "More than once a month, sometimes three or four times......"

Wang Yi suddenly guessed wrong.

Cui Hong further said: "It was I who submitted a manuscript to the editorial team of the publishing house, alas, and I didn't. ”

The old janitor said, "Look at what you said, Mr. Cui, when did you submit your manuscript for publication?" It hasn't been! ”

Wang Yi was speechless when he heard this.

Old man, you really know how to chat, your emotional intelligence can watch the gate at school, there must be something very hard, right?

I guess you're having a hard background!

Cui Hong was even more speechless.

Originally, she was just a little depressed, but as the old janitor said, she has always been rejected for many years, and her resistance has been there, and this depression is just a temporary feeling of a young woman.

But as soon as the old man said this, things turned sour, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became awkward.

It's just that Cui Hong can't accuse Old Man Ding, first, this is an elder, and second, people are really honest and good for her, but the old man's emotional intelligence is not high, and he doesn't speak.

The most important thing is that this old man is the uncle of a leader of the county education bureau.

What's more, this old man really can't speak.

He also comforted Cui Hong: "Teacher Cui is fine, aren't you just not over the manuscript?" It's not the first time you've been, and you'll be there next. ”

"Besides, it's not a matter if the manuscript hasn't passed, this is much lighter than the group of leather monkeys who failed the exam, you look at those leather monkeys in your class, they don't pass the exam and live well?"

He looked at Wang Yi again and asked, "Is it not, young man?" Am I right? ”

What can Wang Yi say?

He could only clasp his fists and say: "That's right, old man, what you said is really right, people in this life are to be open-minded, no matter what they encounter, they should eat, drink, and don't put things in their hearts." ”

Cui Hong couldn't cry or laugh, and pulled them into the office one by one.

You can't let the janitor interject anymore.

On the way, Wang Yi said: "Teacher Cui, I came today to discuss poetry with you, learn from each other and make progress together, so if you can trust me, or I will help you read your manuscript......"

"I'll also take a look, although my education level is not high, but as the old saying goes, three stinkers beat Zhuge Liang." Qiu Weishui said.

Cui Hong was overjoyed when she heard the words of the two.

She has heard of Wang Yi's level and seen Wang Yi's power: she has seen "Long Aotian Global Adventure", this book is really extraordinary.

And the protagonist's name is extremely domineering.

Long Aotian!

It was the most domineering name she could think of for a man.

Recently, she sometimes dreamed back at midnight, and in the dream, a tall, burly, polite, iron-eyed, and soft-spoken man said to her affectionately: "Red, I am Long Aotian......"

Naturally, the commune primary school has a teacher's office, which is divided into a language group, a mathematics group, a physical education group, and so on.

There was no one in the office of the language group, except for the head teacher like Cui Hong, who came back to preside over the return of students to school.

The teachers were leading the students to work, so Cui Hong threw the manuscript on the table after entering the door, picked up the big tea jar and poured it up:

"Tons and tons of tons and tons of tons and tons

She burped, and found two more cups to pour water for Wang Yi and Qiu Weishui: "Teacher Wang, Teacher Xiaoqiu, you can sit casually, I won't hide it from you, my poems are in these envelopes, you can read them casually." ”

Qiu Weishui took out a paper cutter, opened an envelope, found the manuscript paper in it, and handed it to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi was about to look, when a teacher walked in outside.

He obviously heard Cui Hong's words and said with a smile: "Teacher Cui is going to study poetry again?" Who are these two young comrades? You know poetry? Mr. Cui wrote modern poetry. ”

Wang Yi said: "I don't understand modern poetry,

but

Beauty is universal,

I think

There is no lack of beauty in the world,

It's just that there is a lack of eyes to find beauty.

Some people's eyes are burned with smoke,

And the eyes of the peasants are always clear,

I think

Pure beauty is easier to spot with clear eyes. ”

The teacher was holding a cigarette in his finger, and after listening to Wang Yi's words, he looked down at the cigarette and blinked: I suspect that you are sarcastic about me, but I have no evidence.

Qiu Weishui was already applauding: "Teacher Wang casually became a poem!" ”

Cui Hong also applauded and praised: "Good talent is really good talent, it is worthy of being able to teach Teacher Wang who has the first average score in all grades in all communes in the county!" ”

The male teacher was frightened when he heard this: "Huh? This is Teacher Wang from Tianya Primary School? Oh, look up, look up, look up. ”

This sentence of 'long-admiration' is sincere, and Wang Yi's name has spread in the outer island schools.

Wang Yi shook hands with him, picked up the letter and looked at it, which read:

"Promise

You're gone,

Throw away your promises,

Cast on the ridges of a field in the wilderness,

Promise to lie down in the soft earth,

shed tears

sigh

It's a darling,

Just for a moment,

became an outcast again,

Its fate,

Like a lump of dirt,

by the peasants,

Throw, throw. ”

After reading this poem, Wang Yi was stunned.

He underestimated Cui Hong's level, but he didn't expect this little black fat girl teacher to really have a bit of talent, and with his appreciation level, this poem is quite charming.

Then he wondered, is there a blowout of poets these years?

He picked up the envelope and looked at it.

Cui Hongtou is a publication called "Haichao Literature".

But no matter in 82 or 22 years, Wang Yi has never heard of this publication, it stands to reason that this journal should not have much weight, so the level of its published articles should not be very demanding.

There is also a manuscript in the envelope, Wang Yi took it out and looked at it again, this is the author's self-introduction.

Cui Hong lowered her posture very low, and then introduced her identity and background clearly.

The dream of a pen name will always exist, what primary school graduation has a low education but has a heart that yearns for the palace of literature, what is a native of the countryside but loves words, what is questioned by people around him because of his poor appearance and temperament, but he can always be firm in his belief in poetry creation, etc.

Below the letter of introduction is the reply of the editor of "Haichao Literature", which is also simple, saying that this poem lacks vitality and the charm of words, and cannot meet the acceptance criteria for the time being.

After reading the reply, Wang Yi scolded her mother in her heart.

Isn't this draft nonsense? What lacks vitality? This is a modern poem and not rap, does it have to have elements of singing and dancing and basketball?

He read another poem written by Cui Hong, called "Waiting":

"I'll be waiting for you outside the theater

Theater, waiting for Godot

Dreams are my leather shoes that walk at night

What about you, stranger

Smirking at me, Sycamore was speechless

It was raining, and the raindrops were falling in a melancholy pile

The familiar river swelled on the bank of the heart

Rises to your heel

Theater, waiting for Godot

I'll be waiting for you outside the theater."

After reading this poem, Wang Yi felt sweat on his forehead.

I'm a little inflated, and anyone dares to point out, although this little black fat female teacher has a low education and a rough image, but her literary attainments are not low.

Not to be underestimated!

The manuscript is followed by a letter of introduction and an editor's comment from Cui Hong, as usual, the introduction is the same, the comments are similar, or does her poem have no charm of words, 'too blunt'.

Wang Yi is a little confused about the market.

He asked in an awe-inspiring tone, "Teacher Cui, do you have "Haichao Literature" and "Jiangnan Youth" here?" I look at the quality of the poems published on it. ”

These things are simple, there is no shortage of these publications in the language group, and Cui Hong casually took out a few copies.

Wang Yi opened it and saw that there were poems and poet profiles on it.

Then he looked at it and slowly understood in his heart: "The medicine can't be stopped, no, it's the right medicine, I know what's going on." ”

Cui Hong was suddenly surprised and asked, "Really?" Do you know how I can improve myself? ”

Wang Yi said: "Teacher Cui, you don't need to improve yourself, in fact, your poetry level is already very high, reaching a level that can be published, but what you write is too local, you belong to the local poet, this is called farming literature!" ”

He had studied the literary world in 82 years in order to publish poetry, so he recalled the information he saw at the time and said:

"What is popular in our Chinese literary world now is the hazy poetry culture, right? Bei Dao, Shu Ting - Oh, I also brought you a collection of their poems. ”

As a result, Cui Hong asked suspiciously: "Is that so?" Is the poetry of the Obscure School in vogue now? Isn't the Hazy School the name given by the writer Zhang Ming's satire of Kitajima-sensei's poems? ”

Wang Yi chuckled in his heart.

And what's going on?

He has a rough understanding of the literary world in 82, and he learned about it in 22 years, so he may have some misunderstanding of the current era.

However, he reacted quickly, and first asked Cui Hong: "Why do you say that?" ”

Cui Hong said: "The year before last, that is, in the 80th issue of the "Poetry Magazine", Zhang Ming's critical article was published, called "The Depressing "Hazy"". ”

"I read this article, and the writer Zhang Ming criticized Mr. Kitajima's poems for being very obscure and eccentric, so that people can't get a clear impression after reading them several times, as if they don't understand, half-understand, or even don't understand at all, and they can't figure it out."

"After having this article, the poet Ai Qing and they also responded to the writer Zhang Ming, and then called the poems of Mr. Beidao Hazy School."

Wang Yi said: "Yes, it is true, but the poetry of the hazy school is very well written, and it has become popular among the literary youth of the city. ”

That's no problem, he read the information at the time, and the information said that the poetry of the Hazy School was the first to become popular among literary young people in major cities and universities in 80 years.

After listening to his words, Cui Hong was very happy and said: "That's great, it seems that the eyes of the masses are bright, and the comrades have discovered the beauty of the hazy faction." ”

"Especially Mr. Kitajima, his poems are the most outstanding, it is Yangchun Baixue is also a lower riba person, especially the sentence in "Answer" 'Meanness is the pass of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble', which simply touches people's souls!"

"Comrade Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree" is the best." Qiu Weishui glanced at Wang Yi quickly, full of affection.

This is her second favorite poem, and she plans to read it to her guests at the wedding to express her view of love.

Wang Yi waved his hand and said: "Let's ignore this for now, in short, the local school is not popular now, so there is no problem with your poetry level, but there are some details that need to be modified." ”

He unfolded the letter and pointed to it, saying:

"Teacher Cui, you have to remember that you can change these places, and the sentence 'thrown on the ridges of the fields in the deserted suburbs, promising to lie in the soft soil' should be changed to - changed to 'thrown on the streets of Fei Lengcui, promising to lie on the cold marble tiles'."

"There is also this sentence, 'like a piece of soil, by the peasant' changed to 'like a snowball, by a child'."

Wang Yi picked up the second piece of letter and continued to point: "The second poem also has to be changed, um, um......"

He browsed and pondered for a moment, then clapped his hands and said, "In this way, 'The dream is the leather shoe that I walk in the night, what about you, the stranger' should be changed to 'The dream is a little red umbrella I hold up at night, what about you, the model in the window'." ”

"Down, change here too - 'up to your heel' to 'up to your purple lace skirt'!"

Putting down the two pieces of letterhead, Wang Yi looked at her and said, "These details are small problems, and then I want to tell you that you have to change a big problem!" ”

"If this big problem is changed, then the probability of your two poems being released will rise sharply, up to nine out of nine!"

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