When everyone was marveling at Jiang Yulou's knowledge, this sudden voice startled them.

Although novels and poems belong to the same field of literature, they are very different.

Jiang Yulou is famous for writing novels, and he has never heard of him circulating poetry, and he is a genius in the sky, there is always a limit.

As he himself said, poetry is different from literary forms such as novels, and it is the most precise words to describe emotions or things.

Jian Xing's face is not very good-looking, this person who asked the question is not messing around.

He stood up and said, "Everyone knows that Mr. Jiang has just published a novel, and he has nothing to do with poetry, so let's discuss literature around novels." ”

Everyone also thought he was right, but the voice spoke again: "Since it is a literary discussion, why limit the form? There are a lot of us who like poetry, and we usually don't write less poetry, but our level is clumsy and can't get into everyone's eyes. It's rare to have a great writer here now, why can't we take out the poems we wrote ourselves and let Mr. Jiang comment on them? ”

Only then did everyone realize that it was a young man named Li Yao who spoke.

Li Yao is originally from Beijing, and his favorite thing is to chant poetry, and he has relied on some poems over the years to deceive the hearts of many girls. Everyone is not ashamed of his personality, and they usually don't contact him much.

This time he didn't know where he heard the news, and at his strong request, Jian Xing reluctantly agreed to him to come over to participate in the literary exchange meeting.

I didn't expect ......

Jian Xing's face turned terribly dark, he knew that Li Yao wanted to be in the limelight, maybe he still had the idea of stepping on Jiang Yulou to ascend to the sky.

When he was about to refuse, Jiang Yulou said: "This comrade is also reasonable, this is a literary seminar, everyone can speak freely, and if you write a poem and want the comrades to comment on it, it is okay." ”

"Yulou ......," Jian Xing couldn't help but say.

Jiang Yulou waved his hand: "Brother Jian, don't say it." ”

Other comrades admired Jiang Yulou's atmosphere, especially a few female comrades, and their expressions of admiration were overflowing.

Li Yao stood up triumphantly and said loudly: "Since Teacher Jiang has said so, then I will be ugly." ”

"The wind of the plateau swept through the earthen houses,

Heavy rain fell down the hills that had gone through vicissitudes,

The light after the rain, over a mountain peak,

In the depths of the village, dilapidated thatched huts, green vines climb all over the walls,

The hen runs, the yellow dog chases, the child laughs,

The rice tank at home is at the bottom, and the rats are starving to death in the corner,

A sigh, that's it. ”

"This is my old work "The Cabin", which makes everyone laugh."

After Li Yao finished reading his poem, everyone applauded warmly.

In this era, poetry undoubtedly has a special position among literary and artistic youth. The threshold for writing is too high, and poetry, especially modern poetry, has been more widely welcomed.

Modern poetry, also known as vernacular poetry, is a kind of poetry, compared with ancient poetry, although they are all written for the feeling of things, but generally do not form and rhyme.

It's relatively easy to get started, and even ordinary people can read a few sentences.

Li Yao's poem "Cottage" seems to be nostalgic for his own small dilapidated house, and seems to be nostalgic for the life without rice to cook, and the last sigh reflects the helplessness of life, which can resonate with a group of educated youth.

"Li Yao's poems are good."

"There are two brushes."

"Alas, his poems remind me of life today......"

"It's really a sigh, don't say it."

Jian Xing saw that everyone seemed to have rave reviews of Li Yao's poems, and was a little dissatisfied. He thinks that the other party is a grandiose villain, and a small broken house, who doesn't know that in the county where he lives now, there is a good job, and the salary is high among the educated youth in Yangping County.

Just like this, he still has the face to complain, which is simply a low character.

Li Yao was even more proud now, and when everyone didn't pay attention, he glanced at Jiang Yulou vaguely and provocatively.

Jiang Yulou also saw it, he looked playful, and glanced at Li Yao.

He knows what Xiao Jiujiu is fighting in the other party's heart, he doesn't panic, he takes it all by means.

When everyone talked about it, Li Yao smiled and said, "Teacher Jiang, I don't know how my poem is?" ”

Jiang Yulou also said with a smile: "The quality of a poem depends on its popularity among the people in the final analysis. What the people like, is naturally good. I myself am a layman and don't know much about poetry, so I won't comment on Comrade Li's poems. ”

Li Yao's smile became brighter and brighter, and this was what he wanted.

As soon as today's literary symposium ended, he took the opportunity to spread the word that Jiang Yulou admitted that he was not as good as him, and wouldn't he become famous?

At that time, who would dare to despise him, maybe there will be a chance to return to the capital.

Still, you still have to step on it again.

There is a contrast to hurt not.

So, Li Yao said pretendedly: "Teacher Jiang can also try to make a poem, everyone is their own person, we can also help Teacher Jiang make some suggestions." ”

The educated youths also nodded again and again, but they didn't expect Li Yao to be careful.

They also persuaded one after another:

"Teacher Jiang, it's not difficult to compose a poem, we usually compose a poem when we have nothing to do, and entertain ourselves."

"That's right, modern poetry is not much easier than ancient poetry."

"My children can write poetry, although it's not very good."

Everyone is waiting for him to respond.

In the face of everyone's request, Jiang Yulou only frowned slightly, and then relieved again.

I saw him smiling, scratching his head and saying, "I have written a few poems before, since everyone wants to hear them, then I will read them." ”

Is there really one?

Li Yao was also a little surprised, but this is a good thing, wouldn't it be better for him to make a fool of himself in public.

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists, afraid that he would laugh out loud.

Jiang Yulou chanted softly:

"Ququ Chi side road, spring to the spring less pedestrians.

Water-containing hibiscus leaves, the spring is still clear.

The sunset is divided into colorful green, and the tall trees hide the sound of warblers.

At first glance, the flowers fall more distinctly.

Wandering and feeling cold, the moon shadow is horizontal at night.

Ling Ling's muscles are suspicious of Xiao Hansheng.

You can see each other at a glance, and one step is like a heavy city.

The love is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas cannot be flattened. ”

After the chanting, there was silence.

Is this poem good?

That's great!

In particular, the beauty of the artistic conception makes everyone intoxicated.

Jiang Yulou said with a smile: "This poem is called "Mountain Tree", everyone give some opinions." ”

Comments?

How do you mention this?

Which of them could have made such a good poem?

Even if you don't know much about metrical poetry, everyone has some appreciation.

There is no doubt that Jiang Yulou's poem is much better than Li Yao's "Cabin".

"Teacher Jiang, this poem of yours is so beautiful!"

"Yes, 'love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas cannot be flat', this sentence is too sad."

"Alas, I thought of my childhood sweetheart far away from home."

This poem is really too much for these educated youths.