It's January 1st.
New Year's Eve.
When Zhao Ziluo woke up from the hotel, he felt that the world was completely different.
Yesterday, he spent 40 million, and the absolute pitch sense has taken effect. Now he can clearly distinguish even the few pitches of the car horn outside!
What's even more exaggerated is that the waiter who tidied the room could identify the pitch of his voice perfectly!
"Too powerful!" He suppressed the excitement in his heart, finished washing, took a car and drove towards the Chinese Poetry Association.
Yuanxi, a traditional Chinese festival.
It announces the coming of the New Year and is the biggest festival in ancient times.
Red flags were already flying on both sides of the road and lanterns were hung. The green trees are covered with colorful light strips. Even the entrance of the association is the same, but it has a more bookish atmosphere.
A huge couplet made of two scrolls is posted at the door. The first couplet reads: "One word expresses the spirit, one thousand days of work." Second line: Amazing phrases that have been honed for ten years.
Hengpi: There is no end to learning.
"Good words." Zhao Ziluo sighed sincerely. This word is full of character and character. Even for pure appreciation, it is pleasing to the eye.
"Li Xiancheng's calligraphy has always been good." A voice sounded from behind. He turned around and saw that Zhao Xinmin had already walked over.
"Xiao Zhao, long time no see." Zhao Xinmin laughed, stretched out his hand, and patted his shoulder hard: "Let's go, great hero. Let me show you around!"
Being treated as a junior... Zhao Ziluo glanced helplessly at the large group of people behind him: "Where are they?"
"Members of the association, don't pay attention." Zhao Xinmin's face darkened and he snorted: "If you can't write a few good songs all the time, you know you are poor."
"It's no exaggeration. Your lyric writing skills are inferior to 50% of the members."
"Oh? Where's the remaining 50%??"
"The remaining 50% is me."
Sorry for disturbing you.
Didn't you see that this old man still has such a conceited side?
Seeing the two figures walking into the association, a group of people were simply stunned.
"Who is that?" A thin middle-aged man asked displeasedly: "Xiao Zhao? Which magazine is a newcomer? You are young and don't know how to respect teachers."
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all shook their heads.
"Editor-in-chief Liu, there is no need for you to be angry with a child." A man behind him said with a smile: "He is just a junior who is favored by the president."
Liu Zhicheng snorted coldly: "Forget it in normal times, today is the New Year's Eve Poetry Conference. A newcomer doesn't know how to say hello to so many seniors. He has no education at all!!"
He walked in quickly.
The interior of the association has already been decorated with lanterns, lanterns hanging high, and palace lanterns overflowing with color. There are fifty Taishi chairs placed under the main stage in the center, and the Four Treasures of the Study are placed on the table, which is very ancient.
He walked to his seat, and his position was right 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, who was tall and fat, shook hands with him and said with a smile: "Are you Kong Fang? That's awesome... We were all ready to clean up the mess. But you actually pushed them back by yourself!"
Zhao Ziluo didn't know the specific position of the other party, so he could only respond with a smile: "It's just luck. The main reason is that the company's price is high and the motivation is relatively high."
Seeing the two chatting happily, Zhao Xinmin stood up and said, "Then I won't accompany you two for now. The association has a lot of things to do."
"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, is a little unfamiliar?"
Zhao Ziluo turned his head and looked at a thin middle-aged man beside him: "Hello, I am Kong Fang."
"Kong Fang?" Liu Zhicheng seemed to have been thinking for a long time, and suddenly said: "I don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind... It's not bad."
not bad? ?
Zhao Ziluo narrowed his eyes: "Have we met before?"
"Ha..." Before Liu Zhi could speak successfully, Bai Hualin smiled and said to Zhao Ziluo: "In the 100 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, all the talents of our country have been in the military, economic and technological fields, and the reading habits of the people are far from being developed. "
"In human terms, they're having a hard time."
Liu Zhicheng took a deep breath: "Mr. Bai, this is the Yuanxi Poetry Club!"
Bai Hualin ignored him, crossed his legs, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Everyone is busy working, and fewer and fewer people are reading. Everyone is on the Internet, and the physical book market is no different than dead."
"There are only so many publishing channels, and most of them are concentrated in the literary magazine Cangjie. If the circle is small, it will naturally be easy for one company to dominate."
Zhao Ziluo heard the fragrance and knew what it meant: "It seems that it is not mine anymore."
"I didn't see the biggest mountain in the literary world. I deserve death!"
Bai Hualin laughed loudly: "Isn't it true? The mountain god is now angry."
He raised his chin towards Zhao Xinmin's back: "But I'm not angry at you. I'm just criticizing others and going after others."
It was eerily quiet.
Everyone plays with their mobile phones and lowers 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 stand up for such a young boy!
What's more, he didn't expect that an outsider invited to participate in the Yuanxi Poetry Festival would dare to contradict him on his own territory!
"Everyone." At this moment, Zhao Xinmin on the main stage spoke.
“Welcome everyone to the annual New Year’s Eve Poetry Conference.”
"This conference is hosted by Huaguo Radio. As in previous years, friends who have works can use the Four Treasures of the Study on the table to write down their own works. If there is a song, let's sing one!"
"We are all old friends, so I won't talk nonsense. I hope you all enjoy it!"
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the audience became heated.
Many people were eager to try it, and after ten minutes, many poems were handed over from below.
Zhao Ziluo listened carefully for a few words and felt dizzy.
All modern poetry.
It’s not that modern poetry is bad.
Modern poetry would be extremely beautiful if it could be written that "life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves."
But.
Obviously these people are not good enough.
In order to express that he is not afraid of difficulties and persists in literary heart, it is Haiyan and Storm.
To express longing and love, it is the moonlight rose.
It has both ambition and lyricism.
But not enough.
After listening to seven or eight songs, he felt completely bored.
"What? Don't like it?" Bai Hualin smiled.
Zhao Ziluo nodded slowly: "Not bad."
High emotional intelligence is not bad.
Low emotional intelligence is such a hook!
"Not bad?" Liu Zhicheng suddenly said: "Then I wonder if Mr. Kong Fang has brought his own works to open our eyes?"
Zhao Ziluo took a sip of tea and said, "No."
Liu Zhicheng chuckled, 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 the author."
"If you want to get involved in the literary circle, there's no point in trying to impress people. You have to have real talent and practical learning."
"So that's how it is." Zhao Ziluo said with a learned expression on his face: "Then I'll learn some real skills."
Bai Hualin wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
This kid has a way of being yin and yang.
He didn't believe that the other party would eat such a low-level provocateur.
The people around him glanced over quietly. Zhao Ziluo rolled up his sleeves, picked up the brush, thought for a moment, and started writing immediately.
"Young men don't know what it's like to be sad?"
The first sentence made Liu Zhicheng narrow his eyes slightly.
This opening introduction is very good.
"Fall in love with the upper floors and move higher..."
Seeing that Liu Zhicheng did not speak, the people around him also gathered around. Zhao Ziluo chanted slowly as he wrote.
The calligraphy strokes of the brush were written, and as the last sentence came out, everyone's expressions changed!
"To compose new words, I forcefully express my sorrow."
I don’t know the feeling of sorrow in my youth, I fall in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words.
"You!" Liu Zhicheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Ziluo.
It's obviously words.
But it was like a slap, making his cheeks feel hot.
This is the noun of Xin Qiji, a poet from the Song Dynasty.
The previous film is about recalling the sorrows of my youth, so I liked to climb high-rise buildings and lean on the railings to overlook the distance.
When I was a boy, I was in my prime, not deeply involved in the world, optimistic and confident, and lacked real experience of what people often call "sorrow".
However, none of this matters.
The most important thing is that the last sentence, "I am forced to express my sorrow in order to compose new words," simply made today's poetry meeting worthless!
"What? Editor-in-chief Liu thinks it's not good enough?"
"Or... 'Not bad?'"
Brush... Liu Zhicheng's face changed several times, and he almost bit his lip.
He can say privately that he doesn't have the wings of a colorful phoenix and has a clear understanding, "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 film of this poem is not bad, then he is truly blind!
"Did he really write those two sentences?"
"How is that possible! How old is he!"
From the beginning, he didn't believe that the two sentences that seemed to resonate with each other were written by Zhao Ziluo!
The eyes of the birch forest beside me 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 turned up.
"Awesome... awesome!!" I didn't know who it was, so I couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice.
One word awakened the dreamer, and all the onlookers raised their heads, looked at the words, and then at the person.
Like in a dream!
"In the past few decades, have I... lived like a dog?" A modern poet stared blankly at the line of words. The words were not good, and even a bit ugly.
But the talents and magnificence above are overwhelming! The treasures are shining everywhere!
Zhao Ziluo picked up his brush and continued writing.
"Now I know all the sorrow."
"If you want to talk, please stop. If you want to talk, please stop."
"But it's cool in autumn."
The first four sentences in the film say that when I was young, I didn't taste the feeling of sadness and didn't know what "sorrow" was. The first sentence of the next film says, "Now I know all the sadness I feel." According to the general writing method, the next sentence should describe how sad I feel now.
However, there are two repeated sentences below it, "I have to stop talking." Finally, I only end the whole article with a simple sentence: "It's a cool day and it's autumn." This is a swallowing style of writing, which makes you feel sad and unable to express it, which makes it even more sad.
Obviously there are only two words of sorrow in the whole article, youth sorrow, middle-aged sorrow, but the sadness is disconnected and involved. Silence is better than sound.
"Good words...good words!" Bai Hualin reacted first, applauded repeatedly, and looked at Zhao Ziluo with a different look.
"Xiao Zhao, your poetry skills... are simply breathtaking!"
"Don't worry." Zhao Ziluo picked up the pen for the third time and wrote again.
This time, it was the title that was written.
"Ugly slave."
"The editor-in-chief Guan X expressed his feelings and wrote on the table at the Yuanxi Poetry Club."
The full name is this.
Chou Nuer. Editor-in-chief Guan expressed his feelings and wrote on the table at the New Year's Eve Poetry Club.
The original title of this poem is Chou Nuer.
But the real name is: Shubo Mountain Road Zhongbi.
Now Chounuer adds the following: Editor-in-chief Guan feels that this... has gone beyond the scope of ordinary swearing.
If it's a very offensive curse, it's called scolding.
If it's Yin and Yang, it's called Yajian.
But the highest level of scolding is like what you are doing now, where you point your nose at the other person and scold him in public, but you are so talented that the other person cannot refute you at all!
Swipe, swipe, swipe... All eyes looked at Liu Zhicheng. His chest rose and fell sharply, his face turned from crayfish to cooked crayfish, and his breathing became heavy.
He wanted to argue.
But he couldn't write words of the same level at all!
"You...you..." He pointed at Zhao Ziluo with trembling fingers, his lips trembled for a few seconds, and he said angrily: "You have no education!"
Zhao Ziluo looked puzzled: "What's wrong? Chief Editor Liu? Isn't this poem good enough?"
"Or are you right?"
It's impossible to hide someone's gaze.
Liu Zhicheng now has the intention to kill Zhao Ziluo!
Complete crushing of literary literacy!
However, this is just the beginning.
Zhao Ziluo picked up the word sticker and blew it, then raised it towards the main stage: "Here, there are new words!"
I am going to kill you! ! !
"Put it down!!" Liu Zhicheng's eyes were red. He was about to rush over, but was stopped by the white birch forest.
"What? If you have new words, you have to announce them to the whole audience. Isn't this your rule?"
"No!!" Liu Zhicheng suddenly shouted. At this moment, the whole place fell silent, and all eyes turned here.
Oops...dammit! !
Liu Zhicheng gritted his teeth, this poem must not be released!
Once spread, his reputation will be completely ruined!
At this moment, what arose in his heart was not regret, but deep fear.
Kong Fang...you can't mess with this guy!
When it comes to yin and yang, he is serious!
"Teacher Kong Fang." He finally managed a smile: "I like this poem very much, how about giving it to me?"
Zhao Ziluo's face was filled with clear doubts: "Do you like ugly slaves?"
"I am!!"
Liu Zhicheng swallowed a mouthful of reverse blood and said with a smile: "I was wrong before, I made an empiricist mistake. But Teacher Kong Fang's poems have proven his strength. The Chinese Poetry Association welcomes you at any time!"
The glances made Liu Zhicheng restless.
But he could only bear it bravely.
"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 started to rise again.
"But remember to put it away." Zhao Ziluo said with a smile but not a smile: "What if I want to look at it again one day and find that it has been lost or burned. I will inevitably post it online and ask everyone to remember it for me. "
You...you are shameless!
You don’t follow martial ethics!
Liu Zhicheng smiled with a smile on his face: "No, I will take good care of it!"
"I still have something urgent to do, let's go first!"
Seeing him fleeing, Bai Hualin laughed and patted Zhao Ziluo on the shoulder: "You kid!"
"Come on, I know a good place. I want you to enjoy the scenery of Yanjing!"
"Don't watch it?"
"What's the point?" Bai Hualin curled his lips: "After reading your words, I can't stand the rest. I run away every year, and Old Zhao invites me to come every year."
"Remember, next time he invites you to a poetry gathering, you will have to shirk it no matter what excuse he comes up with!"
That works.
Zhao Ziluo followed the other party all the way out of the association, got into a taxi, and turned to a mountain next to the Sixth Ring Road.
The taxi went up the mountain, and the snow became thicker as it went up. But with a turn, everything becomes clear.
Red plum sea!
The sea of red plum blossoms stretches for hundreds of meters!
Under the cover of snow, the fiery red plum blossoms are highlighted. An ancient building in the plum blossom forest has overhanging pavilions and cornices, with three characters "Xinshanfang" written on it.
Bai Hualin led Zhao Ziluo to the front of the building in a familiar way. The waiter at the door didn't even ask, just bowed respectfully.
Go all the way to the third floor.
The attic is very large, the third floor alone is about 200 square meters. The window is open, and you can take a panoramic view of the huge Yanjing City, with silver snakes dancing on the mountains and covered in silver. A feeling of insignificance arises out of thin air.
"Do you know where this is?" Bai Hualin asked after finding a box to sit down.
Zhao Ziluo shook his head: "The scenery is quite 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 around and his eyes widened in surprise.
At the foot of the mountain is a palace complex of unknown size!
No... not only at the foot of the mountain, but also on the mountainside, there are countless temples, Taoist temples, and ancient buildings.
Moreover, this palace complex is not just one style.
He actually saw the architectural style of pavilions from the Han and Tang Dynasties, the brackets from the Song and Ming Dynasties, and the Hui style!
There are even neighborhoods from the Republic of China period!
People are like ants, equipment is like lumps of clay... Countless people are flowing in, but they are in order.
"This is... a film and television city?"
Bai Hualin took a sip of hot tea and said with a smile: "That's right, Yanjing Film and Television City, one of the three major film and television cities in China."
"I brought you here to invite you to see my crew."
He stretched out his hand: "Introduce again."
"Bai Hualin, a first-level director in China. Currently working at the China Headquarters."
"I'm planning to film a variety show here related to Chinese poetry. I haven't been able to find a suitable permanent guest before. But... now it seems that I have found one."
