This is a ditch of desperate stagnant water.

Just one sentence, all the directors and commentators of the Writers Association were shocked.

Until, after reading the whole poem, Chen Qian was already extremely solemn.

"This is a ditch of desperate stagnant water."

In my heart, Chen Qian kept repeating this sentence.

After looking at each other, everyone didn't speak, as if they were suppressed by this poem and could not speak.

In my heart, I felt the helplessness of the poet.

"This place is not the place of beauty."

In one sentence, it completely explains the entire poetry world.

"I finally understand why Mr. Qiu Shui wrote a poem about 'Killing all millions of soldiers in the poetry world'."

Chen Qian sighed.

The modern poetry world is really as Qiu Shui said, this is a ditch of desperate stagnant water.

...

Xiangjiang.

"The world has great beauty but does not speak, the four seasons have clear laws but does not discuss, and all things have a perfect truth but does not say... This sentence is really reasonable."

In front of the professor's apartment building of Xiangjiang University, two old men in their 60s sat together, drinking tea and chatting.

"Yes, I was shocked when I heard this. What shocked me even more was that this sentence was said from one of my students."

"You student?"

"Yes, this student came to Xiangjiang from the mainland, and he is still the top scorer in the mainland."

"Oh, such a good embryo, you won't get into the door and wall."

"I want to collect it, but the test scores can only be used as reference. So I have been deliberately not paying attention to her recently. I hope to wait until the time is ripe. She is indeed talented and I will consider it. However, now it seems that it is impossible not to consider it."

"Xu Ying, Xu Ying, congratulations, congratulations."

"You are welcome, Liang Sheng, have you always planned to accept disciples? Why? You haven't brought a single disciple in the past two years."

"I want to take it. Haven't I brought a few of them before? Unfortunately, you don't know that martial arts has declined. I have accepted a few disciples before, and I have changed my career and become screenwriters. Even if I want to accept disciples, I probably can't save martial arts."

“This is a big problem.”

"Forget it, don't think about this anymore. Any type of literature has a period of prosperity and decline. If martial arts is not used to this era, it will disappear. However, I have been paying attention to the poetry competition in the mainland recently."

"It seems that Liang Sheng, you are not the lonely master, are you interested in that Qiu Shui?"

“That’s right.”

Two old men chatting. One is Master Xu Ying and the other is Master Liang Sheng, the master of martial arts in Xiangjiang. When the two masters were young, their works were sold well in Southeast Asia, causing countless cultural booms. In their later years, they stopped writing and were invited to give lectures in college.

"I didn't expect that there would be a master like Qiushui in the mainland."

As he said that, Liang Sheng sighed, "Just relying on the words "Li Liyuan Cao" is worthy of the title of master."

"However, Mr. Qiu Shui seems to be too violent recently, but his mentality has gone wrong."

Liang Sheng said, while sighing, "Kill all the millions of soldiers in the poetry world. Tsk tsk, even my old bones are numb after hearing this."

"I guess it was forced by those people in the mainland poetry world."

Xu Ying also sighed, "However, when it comes to the mainland poetry world, I am a little worried about modern poetry. In fact, whether it is the mainland or our Xiangjiang River, modern poetry has fallen into a dilemma. The mainland cannot break through, and our Xiangjiang River poetry world cannot break through. Our Xiangjiang River poetry world is pretty good. Many poets have incorporated poetry into popular songs. Although it is not mainstream, it is also a small way out. However, the mainland poetry world has been confused for a long time."

"We have studied the way out of modern poetry and new poetry before. Unfortunately, we have not found a feasible path. Even the path we found in Xiangjiang is a path and cannot be reached."

"Um."

Xu Ying also nodded, "Although the hymns record, there is no distinction between poetry and songs, and there is no distinction between songs. Poetry should have lyrics and music. But just writing lyrics for popular songs has become vulgar, and many lyrics and music are difficult to enter the elegant hall."

"Xu Ying, what do you think of the revival of ancient poetry?"

"Are you talking about the craze of ancient poetry revival caused by Qiushui?"

"Um."

Liang Sheng took a sip of tea, "The ancient poems written by Mr. Qiu Shui are indeed brilliant, and they always read them in lingering sounds. Before that, it was really hard for me to believe that in such a modern city, I can still write such ancient poems that are of ancient style but are more classic."

But Xu Ying shook her head, "I have the same idea as you. However, I do not agree with the revival of ancient poetry. No matter what the new poetry is like, it always represents our contemporary poetry world. No matter how well the ancient poetry is written, it is just an ancient poetry. At most, it causes a temporary phenomenon, but it cannot become the mainstream. No matter how well the ancient poetry is written, it is better to appear a modern poetry that opens the direction of new poetry."

"This is not necessarily true. I think ancient poetry may not be outdated. Just like the poems in hymns, it has been circulating for thousands of years. If someone can write poems like those in hymns, would you still think ancient poetry is just a temporary cultural phenomenon?"

The two argued endlessly, but in the end no one convinced each other.

"Liang Sheng, your problem of liking to argue with others has not been changed."

Xu Ying laughed and scolded Liang Sheng.

"Haha, you scolded me in the newspaper for three days and three nights, but I always remember it."

"Oh, are you trying to take revenge?"

"As aged, why should we take revenge?"

The two of them jokingly for a few words and then stopped.

Speaking of which, the two were an extremely enviable couple back then.

It’s just a pity that by chance, the two did not come together in the end.

But God seemed to have his own arrangements. In his later years, the two became neighbors and taught together in Xiangjiang.

"Oh, by the way, today should be the second main competition of the Mainland Poetry Competition. I wonder what poem Qiu Shui wrote again?"

"Let me take a look. I just ordered the newspaper of the Mainland Youth Daily, and it should be published on it."

Liang Sheng picked up the youth newspaper that he had delivered it early in the morning, turned it into the first page, the front page headline, and drew a stinky ditch.

strangeness.

Liang Sheng frowned, "Youth Daily actually illustrated a picture of a stinky ditch on the front page headlines."

Xiaoxiao was a little surprised, and Liang Sheng looked down.

At this time, a thick black word "stagnant water" appeared in front of Liang Sheng.

"Still water."

Autumn water.

Found.

Holding the newspaper, Liang Sheng started to recite.

This is a ditch of desperate stagnant water,

The breeze cannot blow any ripples.

Why throw more ragged iron,

Sweet your leftovers.

While reciting, Liang Sheng commented.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Qiu Shui actually wrote modern poetry.

Not bad, not bad.

This poem seems to be different from other new poems.

It is a bit like an ancient poem, and it pays attention to rhythm, easy to speak, and it is very novel to read.

"Xiaozhu laughed and turned into a big bead,

It was bitten by the flower mosquitoes that stole the wine.

Such a ditch of desperate stagnant water,

It can be praised a little bit clearly.”

At first I just felt that this poem was very interesting and novel. But the more I read it, the more I surprised Liang Sheng.

Just like now.

From the beginning to the halfway point of reading, the emotions in the poem accumulate from the words to the present, and there is a vague urge to be suppressed.

It seemed like something was blocked inside my chest.

Liang Sheng knew that this was the emotions accumulated by a poem that brought to readers.

However, knowing that it is knowing, but because of knowing that Liang Sheng was even more shocked by this poem.

I couldn't help myself, and Liang Sheng was about to scream.

Holding your chest, Liang Sheng continued to recite.

"If the frog can't stand the loneliness,

He cried out and sang."

After reading this, Liang Sheng's heart was already thumping, and he was getting faster and faster.

“This is a ditch of desperate stagnant water,

This is definitely not the place of beauty.”

When he read this sentence, Liang Sheng shook his hand, but he knocked over the tea on the table.

However, at this moment, Liang Sheng didn't seem to feel anything at all, but instead stood up.

Holding the newspaper and staring at the last two lines of poetry in the stagnant water, Liang Sheng recited loudly.

"It's better to let the ugliness be cultivated and see what world it creates."

After reading this sentence, Liang Sheng lost all his strength, and the newspaper in his hand fell to the ground.

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Chapter completed!