While everyone was marveling at Jiang Yulou's profound knowledge, they were startled by the sudden voice.
Although novels and poetry belong to the same literary field, they are very different.
Jiang Yulou is famous for writing novels. I have never heard of his poetry being circulated. No matter how talented he is, there must be a limit.
As he said himself, poetry is different from novels and other literary forms in that it uses the most precise vocabulary to describe emotions or things.
Jian Xing's face didn't look good. The person who asked the question wasn't fooling around.
He stood up and said, "Everyone knows that Teacher Jiang has just published a novel and has no experience in poetry. Let's discuss literature around novels."
Everyone thought he was right, but the voice spoke again: "Since it is a literary discussion, why should we restrict the form? There are many of us who like poetry, and we usually do not write less poetry, but our level is poor and we can't get into it. Everyone’s eyes. Nowadays, it’s rare for a great writer to be around, so why can’t we take out our own poems and let Teacher Jiang comment on them?”
Only then did everyone realize that the person speaking was an educated youth named Li Yao.
Li Yao was originally from the capital, and his favorite thing was to recite poems and write poems. Over the years, he had deceived the hearts of many girls with his poems. Everyone is not ashamed of his behavior and rarely contacts him.
He didn't know where he heard the news this time. After strong request, Jian Xing reluctantly agreed to let him come to participate in the literary exchange meeting.
did not expect……
Jian Xing's face turned very dark. He knew that Li Yao wanted to be in the spotlight, and maybe he had the idea of climbing to the sky by following Jiang Yulou.
Just when he was about to refuse, Jiang Yulou said: "What this comrade said makes sense. This is a literary discussion. Everyone can speak freely. If you have written a poem and want comrades to comment on it, that's fine."
"Jade Tower..." Jian Xing couldn't help but said.
Jiang Yulou waved his hand: "Brother Jian, stop talking."
Other comrades admired Jiang Yulou's magnanimity, especially several lesbians, whose expressions of admiration were beyond words.
Li Yao stood up triumphantly and said loudly: "Since Teacher Jiang has said so, I will be embarrassed."
"The strong wind on the plateau swept away the earthen house,
Heavy rain falls on the weathered hills,
The light after the rain passes over one mountain after another,
Deep in the small village, there are dilapidated thatched houses with ivy climbing all over the walls.
The hen runs, the yellow dog chases, the child laughs,
The rice jar at home has reached the bottom, and the mouse starved to death in the corner.
A sigh, that's all. "
"This is my old work "The Cabin", which made everyone laugh."
After Li Yao finished reading his poem, everyone applauded enthusiastically.
In this era, poetry undoubtedly has a special status among literary and artistic youth. The threshold for writing is too high, but poetry, especially modern poetry, is relatively widely welcomed.
Modern poetry, also called vernacular poetry, is a type of poetry. Compared with ancient poetry, although it is written to express feelings about objects, it generally does not adhere to format and rhythm.
It is relatively easy to learn, and even ordinary people can recite a few sentences.
Li Yao's poem "Little House" seems to be nostalgic for his own small shabby house, but also seems to be nostalgic for the life without rice to cook. The last sigh also reflects the helplessness of life, which can arouse the resonance of the educated youth. .
"Li Yao's poems are good."
"There are two brushes."
"Alas, his poems remind me of today's life..."
"It's really just a sigh, just don't say it."
Jian Xing was a little dissatisfied when he saw that everyone seemed to have rave reviews for Li Yao's poems. He felt that the other party was just a sensationalist who lived in a shabby house. Who didn't know that he had a good job in the county where he lived now, and the salary was considered high among the educated youth in Yangping County.
That he still has the nerve to complain is simply a low character.
Li Yao became even more proud now. When no one was paying attention, he glanced at Jiang Yulou in a subtle provocation.
Jiang Yulou also saw it. He looked playfully and glanced at Li Yao.
He knew exactly what Xiao Jiujiu was doing in the other party's heart, and he didn't panic. He took over whatever means he had.
When everyone's discussion subsided, Li Yao smiled and said, "Teacher Jiang, what do you think of my poem?"
Jiang Yulou also said with a smile: "In the final analysis, the quality of a poem depends on its popularity among the people. What the people like is naturally good. I am a layman about poetry and I don't know much about it. There are many, so I won’t comment on Comrade Li’s poems.”
Li Yao's smile became brighter and brighter, this was the effect he wanted.
As soon as today's literary discussion ended, he took the opportunity to spread Jiang Yulou's admission that he was inferior to him. Wouldn't he become famous?
Who dares to despise him then, maybe there will be a chance to return to the capital.
However, I still have to step on it again.
Comparison only hurts, no.
So, Li Yao said hypocritically: "Teacher Jiang can also try to write poems. We are all on our own, and we can also help Teacher Jiang with some suggestions."
The educated youths also nodded repeatedly, but they did not expect that Li Yao had careful thoughts.
They also advised:
"Teacher Jiang, it's not difficult to compose a poem. We usually compose one for our own entertainment."
"Yes, modern poetry is not much easier than ancient poetry."
"My children can compose poems, although they are not very good at it."
Everyone was waiting for his response.
Faced with the requests made by everyone, Jiang Yulou just frowned slightly and then relaxed again.
With a smile on his face, he scratched his head and said, "I have written a few poems before. Since everyone wants to hear them, I'll read them out."
Really?
Li Yao was also a little surprised, but this was a good thing. He wanted 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:
"On the roadside of Ququchi, there are few people walking in spring.
The hibiscus leaves contain water, and the air is still clear after spring.
Xilan is divided into colorful greens, and tall trees hide the sound of orioles.
At first glance, the flowers are falling more clearly when looking into the wind.
Wandering around, I feel the cold dew, and the shadow of the moon is horizontal in the clear night.
Ling Ling Bianstone muscle hair, suspected to be caused by Xiao Han.
You can see each other at one glance, and one step is like a heavy city.
Love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas cannot be leveled. "
After the chanting, the scene fell silent.
Is this poem good?
Very good!
Especially the beauty of the artistic conception makes everyone intoxicated.
Jiang Yulou smiled and said: "This poem is called "Mountain Wood". Please give me your opinions."
Comments?
How to mention this?
Which one of them can write such a good poem?
Even if they don't know much about metrical poetry, everyone still has some appreciation for it.
There is no doubt that Jiang Yulou's poem is much better than Li Yao's "Little House".
"Teacher Jiang, your poem is so beautiful!"
"Yes, 'Love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas cannot be leveled'. This sentence is so sad."
"Oh, I think of my childhood sweetheart who is far away in my hometown."
This poem really appeals to these educated youths.
