After taking Tao Yuanbai's comments, the well-known scholar "Li Qi" also expressed strong opposition to Qiu Shui's "form dispersion and spirit gathering". He believed that there is no definition of prose, so why should we add a definition to prose essays? Sometimes essays, memoirs, etc. we write casually can be classified as prose. However, according to this theory of form dispersion and spirit gathering, does not tell us that when we write these essays or memoirs, we should draw a theme for him and formulate a central idea? I think this is too one-sided, and sometimes the prose we write does not require a central idea at all.

The well-known scholar "Qiuhanshi" also agreed with Li Qi's view. At the same time, he also said, "The expression of the central idea should be ever-changing. Sometimes such obscure chapters that lack themes may have great ideological inspiration for people, which is often impossible to achieve by narrow artistic interests. Therefore, the shapes and spirits seem to be reasonable, but the vision is too narrow, which is not good for the future development of prose."

In addition, after Guanghui Daily, Literature and Art News invited the famous essay "Faiwo". Although I had rarely written prose, I was an outstanding representative of the Chinese prose industry in the 1990s. The prose represented by him was temporarily promoted to the public. It can be said that without a group of older generation essay masters such as me, prose would not have achieved such great achievements.

I said in the literary newspaper, "I think it is good to put forward this view. However, prose has changed so rapidly that it is often unconventional. In recent years, prose has developed rapidly and has far deviated from the definition of prose back then. Today's prose has been defined by the public as beautiful essays. The so-called beauty does not mean that prose has much inclusion. The beauty in this refers to the beauty in appearance. The public is used to reading articles that often draw a central idea, and then look at this prose that seems unintentional and does not have any central idea, but it has a unique flavor."

...

The prose war officially began, but unfortunately, Huang Yifan, the protagonist in the incident, has not been paid attention to for the time being.

"Huang Yifan, No. 1 Middle School, No. 2 Middle School, No. 5 Middle School, No. 6 Middle School, and No. 6 Middle School are going to jointly hold a county-wide recitation competition. What article should I choose to participate in the competition?"

At noon, I ate with Zhang Huiping as usual. While eating, Zhang Huiping asked.

"What is the use of participating in such a competition?

Huang Yifan ignored it and continued to eat.

"Just think it's better to improve your literary cultivation. What do you think about choosing the years in the rain?"

"Please, this is a farewell poem, it's very sad. What should I do if I recite such a poem?"

"How about writing it for happiness? This poem is not sad."

"This is not sad. But this is the prose of a girl who is in love with her. Do you think it's good to recite such poems? Or, Zhang Huiping, did you like a handsome guy as soon as she entered high school? If you like it, tell me, I'll help you with reference."

“Where is it.”

Zhang Huiping's face turned red and beat Huang Yifan, "That's the years of war, this poem is OK."

"Operation is ok, but the years of war are too tragic. I don't know if you can recite the flavor of this poem."

"Then Huang Yifan, what do you think I should recite?"

"Of course, middle school students recite some poems or essays that are self-improvement and study hard."

"But the main theme is to strive for self-improvement and not many prose and poetry that study hard. Oh, by the way, there are a few prose of Guo Cheng and Han Jin, so why should they be recited?"

"I……"

When Huang Yifan heard Zhang Huiping reciting Guo Cheng and Han Jin's essays, he almost vomited out the food he had eaten in his mouth.

"Zhang Huiping, you are so funny. These two writers are not very good, they are clearly entertainment stars. Besides, the prose they wrote is not very good. Most of the prose is without thoughts, no content, and they are all whining without illness. Some are also sad for the new poem. Guo Cheng is very sad today and tomorrow. Han Jin is full of nonsense. He says that this place is not good and there is something wrong. Little sister, it is best not to read what these two people write in the future."

"Is it really that bad?"

Zhang Huiping looked disbelief.

"Of course, it cannot be described as bad. Even if it is me, I write better than his."

"real?"

"nonsense."

"Then can you write one for me?"

"This, this...I'm just bragging, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously."

Huang Yifan smiled embarrassedly, "I'm full, think about it yourself, see you later."

After touching his stomach, Huang Yifan left with wine and food.

...

"Mr. Qiushui, Mr. Qiushui, are you here or not?"

As soon as I got home, Ji Ziping's avatar kept flashing in TT's instant messaging.

Huang Yifan clicked on the avatar and replied, "Editor Ji, I'm so anxious."

"Shan, how could there be no hurry? Something big happened."

"What big deal happened?"

"Didn't you read the news comments from major newspapers today?"

"Sorry, I don't have the habit of reading newspapers every day."

"ah……"

"Okay, I'll just say a long story short. Didn't you post an article in our Youth Literature a few days ago?"

"Yes. Could it be that the author named Nianhua fought back?"

"No, the author named Nianhua scolded him. The key is that the theory that the form and spirit gathered in your article was besieged by many well-known commentators. They unanimously agreed that your form and spirit gathered is not the concept of contemporary prose, and it is not suitable for the development of current prose...and so on."

"Oh, why did I do it?"

Huang Yifan disagreed, "If they don't agree, they don't agree. I didn't force them to listen to my ideas."

"Mr. Qiushui, you?"

Seeing Huang Yifan's answer, Ji Ziping almost cried.

"Don't you want to fight back?"

"What to fight back?"

"Break back on their arguments and defend the theory you have proposed."

“No need for this.”

Huang Yifan shook his head again, "Where is there a correct answer for things like literature? I have my own statements, and they have their statements. I just want to scold Nianhua in that article. Since I have scolded and scolded, I am too lazy to fight with other people."

"But……"

Suddenly, Ji Ziping became speechless.

This was the first time he met a literati who had no controversy.

You should know, which Chinese literati is not wary, and which literati is willing to submit to whom? Not to mention that his theory has been attacked by others, even if he is opposed by others, these literati have to catch it and fight with each other for three days and three nights. But unexpectedly, the Qiushui in front of him actually regards fame and fortune as dirt, and has no idea of ​​fighting with them at all.

I felt helpless, but Ji Ziping suddenly remembered that Sun Zai'an had mentioned to him before. It seemed that the reason why Mr. Qiu Shui published an article in the Youth Daily was to increase his popularity. But now, why is this guy not interested in a debate? This is very contradictory. Don't he know that if there are more such debates, will he be more famous?

With a question, Ji Ziping said again, "Mr. Qiu Shui, your writer level is currently only 3 stars. Don't you want to upgrade to the next star?"

"Think of it."

Seeing that Ji Ziping mentioned the rising star, Huang Yifan became interested again.

"Since you want to, why don't you fight back?"

"Counterattack, can I get promoted if I take it off with them?"

"Oh my God...Mr. Qiushui, it turns out you don't know."

At this moment, Ji Ziping almost burst into tears.

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Chapter completed!