It's January 1st.

New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve.

When Zhao Ziluo woke up from the hotel, he only felt that the world was completely different.

Yesterday, he threw 40 million, and the absolute tone has taken effect, and now he can clearly distinguish even a few tones from the car horn outside!

What's even more exaggerated is that the waiter who cleaned up the room, the other party spoke in which tone, he recognized it at all!

"It's too powerful!" suppressed the excitement in his heart, washed up, and took a taxi towards the Chinese Poetry Association.

New Year's Eve, a traditional Chinese festival.

Announcing the approaching New Year, it is the biggest festival in ancient times.

Red flags have long been displayed on both sides of the road, and lanterns are hung. The trees are covered with colorful light strips. Even the entrance to the association is the same, but with a more bookish atmosphere.

A huge couplet made of two scrolls is pasted at the door, and the upper couplet: Convey the word for a thousand days. Downlink: Amazing film ten years of grinding.

Horizontal criticism: learning is endless.

"Good word." Zhao Ziluo sighed sincerely, this word dragon flying and phoenix dancing, showing the wind and bones. Even if it is pure appreciation, it feels pleasing to the eye.

"Li Xiancheng's words have always been good." A voice sounded from behind him, and he turned his head to see that Zhao Xinmin had already walked over.

"Xiao Zhao, long time no see." Zhao Xinmin laughed and stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Go, great hero." Let me show you around! ”

I was treated as a junior...... Zhao Ziluo glanced helplessly at the large group of people behind him: "What about them?" ”

"Members of the association, don't bother." Zhao Xinmin's face was slightly gloomy, and he snorted: "If you can't write a few good things all day long, you know that you are poor and sour." ”

"It's not an exaggeration, your writing skills beat 50% of the members."

"Oh? What about the remaining 50%?? ”

"The remaining 50% is me."

Sorry for the interruption.

Don't you see, this old man still has such a conceited side?

Watching the two figures walk into the association, a group of people were simply stunned.

"Who's that?" A thin middle-aged man said unhappily: "Xiao Zhao? Which magazine is new? I don't know how to respect teachers when I'm young. ”

Everybody, you look at me, I look at you, and they all shook their heads.

"Editor-in-Chief Liu, you don't need to be angry with a child." A man behind him smiled: "It's just a junior that the president likes." ”

Liu Zhicheng snorted coldly: "Usually forget it, today is the Yuanxi Poetry Conference, and a newcomer doesn't know how to say hello when he sees so many seniors, and he has no education at all!" ”

He walked briskly inside.

The interior of the association has long been lit up, with lanterns hanging high and palace lights overflowing. Fifty Taishi chairs are placed under the main table in the center, and the four treasures of the study room are placed on the table, which is very ancient.

He walked to his seat, and the position was next to Zhao Xinmin.

At this moment, Zhao Xinmin was pulling Zhao Ziluo to introduce others.

"Xiao Zhao, this is Bai Hualin. The boss of the main station. ”

"Hello Teacher Bai."

Bai Hualin was tall and fat, shook hands with him and smiled: "You are Kong Fang?" That's amazing...... We were all ready to clean up the mess. As a result, you actually pushed them back alone! ”

Zhao Ziluo didn't know the specific position of the other party, so he could only respond with a smile: "It's luck, mainly because the company's price is high, and the motivation is relatively sufficient." ”

Seeing the two chatting happily, Zhao Xinmin stood up: "Then I won't accompany the two of you first, there are many things to do in the association." ”

"Xiao Zhao, you have a good time!"

After saying hello, Zhao Xinmin walked towards the main stage.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "This friend, a little faceless??" ”

Zhao Ziluo turned his head and looked at a thin middle-aged man beside him: "Hello, I'm Kong Fang." ”

"Kong Fang?" Liu Zhicheng seemed to think about it for a long time, and suddenly said: "There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of clarity in my heart...... It's not bad. ”

Not bad??

Zhao Ziluo's eyes narrowed: "Have we met?" ”

"Heh......" Without waiting for Liu Zhi to speak, Bai Hualin said to Zhao Ziluo with a smile: "In the 100 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, all my country's talent points are in military economy and science and technology, and the reading habits of the people are far from being cultivated. ”

"To put it bluntly, they're having a hard time."

Liu Zhicheng took a deep breath: "Mr. Bai, this is the Yuanxi Poetry Club!" ”

Bai Hua Lin Li ignored him, crossed Erlang's legs, and said as if no one was around: "Everyone is busy with work, and there are fewer and fewer people reading books. Everyone is on the Internet, and the physical book market is no different from dead. ”

"There are so many publishing channels, most of them are concentrated in the "Cangjie" literary magazine, and the circle is small, so it is naturally easy for one family to dominate."

Zhao Ziluo smelled the fragrance and knew the elegance: "It seems that it is mine, it is not." ”

"I didn't see the biggest mountain in the literary circle, I deserved to die!"

Bai Hualin laughed: "Isn't it? The mountain god was angry. ”

He raised his chin towards Zhao Xinmin's back: "But this anger, it's not for you." Rather, it refers to Sang scolding Huai and running to others. ”

The surroundings are eerily quiet.

Everyone plays with their phones, and they bow their heads. I didn't dare to answer a word at all.

Liu Zhicheng's face turned the color of pig liver.

He never expected that Bai Hualin would actually stand out for such a hairy boy!

I didn't expect that an outsider who was invited to participate in the Yuan Xi poetry meeting would dare to contradict himself on his own turf!

"Everyone." At this moment, Zhao Xinmin on the main stage spoke.

"Welcome to the annual Yuanxi Poetry Conference."

"This conference is hosted by Huaguo General Station, and as in previous years, friends who have works can use the four treasures of the study room on the table to write their own works. There's a song, let's sing one! ”

"It's all old friends, I won't talk nonsense, I hope you all have fun!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the audience became warm.

Many people were eager to try, and after ten minutes, many poems were handed over from below.

Zhao Ziluo listened carefully to a few words, and felt dizzy.

It's all modern poetry.

It's not that modern poetry is bad.

If you can write the words "life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves", modern poetry is extremely beautiful.

But.

Obviously, the level of this group of people is not enough.

In order to express that he is not afraid of difficulties, the heart of literature persists to the end, which is the petrel and the storm.

In order to express longing and love, it is the moonlight rose.

Speech, lyricism, all have.

But not enough.

Listening to seven or eight songs, it made him feel bored.

"What? Dislike? Bai Hualin said with a smile.

Zhao Ziluo nodded slowly: "It's not bad." ”

High EQ is not bad.

Low EQ is what kind of hook eight things!

"Not bad?" Liu Zhicheng suddenly said: "Then I don't know if Mr. Kong Fang has brought his own works?" Let's open our eyes too? ”

Zhao Ziluo took a sip of tea: "No." ”

Liu Zhicheng sighed, as if the other party's answer was expected.

He glanced at the other party lightly: "Speaking of which, you can barely be regarded as an author." ”

"If you want to mix in the literary circle, it's useless to be grandiose. You have to have real talent and real learning. ”

"I see." Zhao Ziluo's face was full of teaching: "Then I'll learn some real talents." ”

Bai Hualin wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

This kid has a set of yin and yang weirdness.

He didn't believe that the other party would eat such a low-level radical.

The eyes around quietly looked over, Zhao Ziluo rolled up his sleeves, picked up the brush, thought about it for a while, and immediately wrote.

"The boy doesn't know what it's like to be sad?"

The first sentence made Liu Zhicheng's eyes squint slightly.

This opening introduction is very good.

"Fall in love with the next level, go to the next level......"

Seeing that Liu Zhicheng didn't speak, the people around him also gathered around. With Zhao Ziluo's writing, he slowly recited.

The brush words were written one by one, and with the last sentence coming out, everyone's faces changed together!

"I'm worried about giving new words."

I don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

"You!" Liu Zhicheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Ziluo.

It's literal.

But like a slap, it made his cheeks hot.

This is the term of Xin Qiji, a poet of the Song Dynasty on the earth.

The film is about reminiscing about the sorrow of my youth, so I like to climb high-rise buildings and look at it from afar.

When he was a teenager, he was in his prime, not deeply involved in the world, optimistic and confident, and lacked real experience of what people often called "sorrow".

None of that matters, though.

The important thing is the last sentence "Sorrow for the new words," which simply makes today's poems worthless!

"What? Editor-in-Chief Liu thinks it's not good enough? ”

"Or ...... 'Not bad?' ”

Brush...... Liu Zhicheng's face changed several times, and his lips were almost bitten.

He can privately say that he has no colorful phoenix wings, and he has a good heart, "It's not bad." ”

But he knew very well that he would never be able to write such a famous sentence!

But now in public, if he says that the first film of this song is not bad, it is really eye-catching!

"He really wrote those two sentences?"

"How is that possible! How old is he! ”

From the very beginning, he didn't believe that the two sentences with a heart were from Zhao Ziluo's hand!

The eyes of the birch forest beside him lit up.

He didn't look at Liu Zhicheng at all, but looked at Zhao Ziluo like a monster, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled.

"Awesome...... Awesome!! I don't know who it is, I couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

A word woke up the dreamer, and all the onlookers raised their heads, looked at the words, and then looked at the people.

Like in a dream!

"I've been ...... for decades Lived to a dog? A modern poet looked at the line in a daze, the words were not good, and even slightly ugly.

But the talent above is full of talents! Radiant Glory!

Zhao Ziluo picked up the brush and continued to write.

"Now I know all the sorrows."

"If you want to say goodbye, if you want to say goodbye."

"But it's cool and autumn."

The four sentences in the last film are to say that I didn't taste sorrow when I was a teenager, and I don't know what "sorrow" is. The first sentence of the next film says "Now I know the taste of sorrow", according to the general way of writing, the next should describe what kind of sorrow is now.

But it repeats two sentences below "I want to talk about it", and finally only ends the whole article with a light sentence of "but I say 'it's cool and autumn'". This is a swallowing style of writing, which is unspeakably sad and even more sad.

Obviously, there are only two sad words in the whole article, young sorrow, middle-aged sorrow, but the sorrow is broken and involved. Silence is better than sound.

"Good word...... What a word! Bai Hualin was the first to react, applauded again and again, and looked at Zhao Ziluo's gaze differently.

"Xiao Zhao, you are a poet of great attainment...... It's simply breathtaking! ”

"Don't worry." Zhao Ziluo picked up the pen for the third time and wrote it again.

This time, it was the title that was written.

"Ugly slave."

"Guan Mou's editor-in-chief has a feeling, and the Yuan Xi poetry will be on the table."

The full name is like this.

Ugly slave. Guan Mou's editor-in-chief has a feeling, and the Yuan Xi poetry will be written on the table.

The original name of this poem was Ugly Slave.

But the real name is: Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall.

Now the ugly slave adds the one behind: Guan Mou Editor-in-Chief has a feeling, this ...... It's already beyond the scope of ordinary swearing.

If it is a scolding with a very high content of mothers, it is called scolding street.

If it's yin and yang, it's called the tip of the teeth.

But the highest level of scolding is like now, scolding each other in public, but the writing is brilliant, and the other party can't refute it at all!

Brush Brush Brush ...... One by one, his eyes looked at Liu Zhicheng, his chest rose and fell sharply, his face had changed from crayfish to cooked crayfish, and his breathing was heavy.

He wanted to refute.

But he couldn't write the same level of words!

"You...... You ......" He pointed at Zhao Ziluo with trembling fingers, his lips trembled for a few seconds, and he said angrily: "Uneducated!" ”

Zhao Ziluo's face was puzzled: "What's wrong?" Editor-in-Chief Liu? Isn't that a good word? ”

"Or are you seated?"

You can't hide the gaze of a person who wants to knife it.

Liu Zhicheng now has the heart to kill Zhao Ziluo!

The complete crushing of literary literacy!

But this is just the beginning.

Zhao Ziluo picked up the sticker and blew it, and actually raised it towards the main stage: "Here, there are new words!" ”

I'll kill you!!!

"Put it down!!" Liu Zhicheng's eyes were red, and he just wanted to rush over, but was stopped by Bai Hualin.

"What? If there is a new word, it must be announced by the audience, isn't that your rule? ”

"No way!!" Liu Zhicheng shouted suddenly, and this time, the audience fell silent, and all eyes looked at this side.

Worst...... Damn it!!

Liu Zhicheng gritted his teeth, this word must not be released!

Once circulated, his reputation was completely ruined!

At this moment, what rose in his heart was not regret, but a deep fear.

Kong Fang ...... This person can't be messed with!

On yin and yang weirdness, he is serious!

"Teacher Kong Fang." He finally squeezed out a smile: "I like this song very much, why don't you give it to me?" ”

Zhao Ziluo's face was filled with clear doubts: "Do you like ugly slaves?" ”

"I ...... Be!! ”

Liu Zhicheng swallowed a mouthful of reverse blood and smiled: "I was wrong before, I made the mistake of empiricism." But Mr. Kong Fang's poetry has proven its strength, and the Chinese Poetry Association welcomes you at any time! ”

One after another, Liu Zhicheng was uneasy.

But he could only bite the bullet and go down.

"Okay. Since Editor-in-Chief Liu likes it, I'll give it to you. ”

Liu Zhicheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could finish thinking about it, his heart lifted again.

"But remember to put it away." Zhao Ziluo said with a smile: "In case one day I want to take a look again and find that it has been lost or burned." Inevitably, I posted it on the Internet and asked everyone to help me remember it. ”

You...... Shame on you!

You don't talk about martial arts!

Liu Zhicheng smiled all over his face: "No, I will take good care of it!" ”

"I'm still in a bit of a hurry, let's go first!"

Looking at his figure of running away, Bai Hualin laughed and patted Zhao Ziluo's shoulder: "You kid! ”

"Let's go, I know a good place, I ask you to enjoy the scenery of Yanjing!"

"Don't look at it?"

"What's there to see?" Bai Hualin pursed his lips: "After reading your words, the others can't stand it." I run halfway through every year, and Lao Zhao invites me to come every year. ”

"Remember, the next time he invites you to a poetry meeting, you have to excuse yourself for any excuse!"

That's fine.

Zhao Ziluo followed the other party all the way out of the association, got into a taxi, turned around, and turned to a mountain next to the Sixth Ring Road.

The taxi went up the hill, and the higher it went, the thicker the snow grew. But one turn is the dawn of the willows.

Red plum sea!

The sea of red plums stretching for hundreds of meters!

Under the cover of snow, it brings out the fiery red plums. And an ancient building in the plum blossom forest picks the pavilion and flies the eaves, and the three big characters of "Xinshanfang" are written on it.

Bai Hualin took Zhao Ziluo to the front of the building with a familiar car. The waiter at the door didn't ask, just bowed respectfully.

Walk all the way up to the third floor.

The attic is very large, only the third floor has about 200 square meters. The window is open, and you can see the huge Yanjing City in full view, and the mountain dances with silver snakes, wrapped in silver. Out of thin air, a sense of insignificance arises.

"Do you know where this is?" Finding a box to sit down, Bai Hualin asked.

Zhao Ziluo shook his head: "The scenery is good." ”

Bai Hualin smiled and pointed behind him.

They were sitting by the window now, but Zhao Ziluo had his back to the window.

He turned his head and his eyes widened in surprise.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a palace complex that I don't know how big!

No...... Not only at the bottom of the mountain, but even halfway up the mountainside, there are countless temples, Taoist temples, and ancient buildings.

Moreover, there is not just one style of palace complex.

He actually saw the pavilion architectural style of the Han and Tang dynasties, and the dougong and Hui style of the Song and Ming dynasties!

There are even Republican-era neighborhoods!

People are like ants, and instruments are like mud blocks...... Countless people flowed in it, but it was orderly.

"It's ...... Studios? ”

Bai Hualin took a sip of hot tea and said with a smile: "That's right, one of the three major film and television cities in China - Yanjing Film and Television City." ”

"I brought you here to show you my crew."

He held out his hand: "Introduce it again." ”

"Bai Hualin, a first-class director in China. He is currently working at the China National Headquarters. ”

"I'm going to shoot a variety show related to Chinese poetry here, but I haven't found a suitable resident guest before. But...... Now it seems to have fallen. ”