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Chapter 230: The night gave me black eyes

“Ahhhhhh…”

In Shuimu Apartment Building, Zhou Jingjing rushed out with screams and screams.

"This is a ditch of desperate stagnant water, and the breeze cannot blow any ripples..."

When Huang Yifan and the dormitory came out again, Zhou Jingjing was already standing on the table, stretched out her hands and chanting loudly.

"It's better to give it to the ugly to cultivate it,

See what world it creates.”

"Applause, applause, why don't you applaud a great poem?"

After finishing the lying song "Dead Water", Zhou Jingjing jumped down.

Everyone in the dormitory, including Huang Yifan, also gave Zhou Jingjing a small face and patted her hands a few times.

"You guys, and you, boss, don't tell me that they are from Shuimu Chinese..."

A picture that was defeated by the people in the dormitory, "Do you know, what does this poem represent?"

"It means that Mr. Qiu Shui is very powerful and has successfully slapped the poets in the modern poetry world in the face."

Zhang Jiawei said on the side.

"You kid also pays attention to Qiushui. But I want to say no. Where is stagnant water so superficial? The greatness of stagnant water does not lie in the poet who slapped the poet in the face, but in his pioneering modern new poetry. This is a masterpiece that guides the direction of Chinese new poetry, and this is the most important poem that influences the future Chinese poetry world."

Zhou Jingjing shouted loudly again.

"Come on, come with me."

Seeing that everyone had no reaction, Zhou Jingjing pulled Huang Yifan, Zhang Jiawei and Li Weihui out together.

"What are you going to do?"

Li Weihui asked in confusion.

“Watch the parade.”

“What parade?”

"A march on Mr. Qiushui's petition."

"Ah...what's going on."

Huang Yifan was a little confused, "Petition. What's going on?"

"I can't tell you clearly for a while. Let's just say a long story short. That is, Mr. Qiu Shui recently wrote a very awesome poem, which is the dying water I just read. This poem is written so well. Unfortunately, because the gang of poets in the modern poetry world maliciously attacked Mr. Qiu Shui, Mr. Qiu Shui finally withdrew from the poetry competition."

"I know this, wouldn't it be right to quit? Qiu Shui probably doesn't want to deal with those guys."

Huang Yifan nodded and said.

"No, no, no. Personally, there is nothing wrong with Mr. Qiu Shui withdrawing from the Chinese Poetry Competition. However, in the entire poetry world and the development of Chinese Poetry, Mr. Qiu Shui withdrawing from the Chinese Poetry Competition is simply a loss for our Chinese Poetry. Do you know that the Chinese Poetry New Poetry was born for more than a hundred years, and many authors and young people placed countless hopes in modern poetry. However, because modern poetry has been confused and has never found a way out, our new poetry has never been valued by others. Finally, a Mr. Qiu Shui comes out. If Mr. Qiu Shui withdraws, then our new poetry will be dark again."

“So what does this have to do with the parade petition?”

"Why didn't there be any contact? The people from the Literary Club of Yanjing University have set out. They have joined forces with students from several nearby universities to prepare to petition Mr. Qiu Shui, petition him to return to the poetry competition, and petition him to guide our new poetry."

Zhou Jingjing said excitedly.

When you walk out of Tsinghua University, you can see the students who go out together in groups of three or three.

When they saw Huang Yifan and others, they all asked, "Did you go to the parade and petition together?"

"certainly."

Zhou Jingjing answered proudly.

"Great, let's go together. I have already made a banner here. Can you help us take it?"

"Of course it's OK."

Immediately, Zhou Jingjing relied on Feng Yong and took a banner with a begging Mr. Qiushui to come back, and also gave Huang Yifan a shot.

When Huang Yifan saw the big words on the banner, he burst into tears.

What is this and what.

Until now, he has a little dizziness.

Why are these people so excited? Isn’t they just writing a song about dead water, which is like a chicken blood?

However, when Huang Yifan and Zhou Jingjing left the Shuimu campus and caught up with the large army that was marching and petitioning.

A parade of thousands of people shocked Huang Yifan on the spot.

The ten-mile long street in Yanjing, all of which are young people from beginning to end.

They hold banners.

They either shout, sing, or sing.

They petitioned only one person.

Petition a great writer to come back and petition a great poet to guide them.

"Students and sisters, the confusion of more than a hundred years has almost caused us to fall into despair. Now, it is finally time to break through the fog and see the blue sky again. We must let our actions and let Mr. Qiu Shui truly feel our incomparable desire for poetry. We must let Mr. Qiu Shui hear and hear the shouts of poetry in our hearts... Mr. Qiu Shui, come back."

The leading figure is a talented woman from Yan Da, who is said to be very famous. Zhou Jingjing had told Huang Yifan before.

However, Huang Yifan didn't remember the name of this talented woman.

However, when Huang Yifan saw the parade and petition of thousands of people, he was shocked and felt an indescribable impulse.

Although he still couldn't fully empathize with these people, Huang Yifan gradually recognized them.

For the most desire in the heart and for the things they support, these young people can give their own everything.

Unable to help, Huang Yifan remembered the New Culture Movement during the Republic of China.

A hundred years ago, weren’t those students and the young people who supported the New Culture Movement also like them?

More than a hundred years later, they also embarked on a road to breaking through the fog, just like those of their predecessors more than a hundred years ago.

Thinking of this, Huang Yifan was suddenly stunned.

He was moved by these people.

There are also some understanding of why they got together so crazy, and thousands of people joined forces to petition.

Modern poetry belongs to the product of modernity.

Modern poetry is also the literary work that best represents the inner hearts of young people.

Even though Huang Yifan had never experienced the era of modern poetry finding direction in his previous life, when he saw this group of students, for the sake of hope, for the way out of new poetry, for the development of modern poetry, and for the sake of breaking through the darkness brought to them by a century of years... Huang Yifan suddenly felt that he seemed to be able to do something for them.

That night, Huang Yifan was interviewed by the popular reporter of Youth Daily "Tong Jing".

"Mr. Qiu Shui, your modern poetry stagnant water once aroused strong discussions among people. Including, tens of thousands of students across the country participated in the parade and petition activities that day. What do you think of these?"

"For the parade petition, I can only express my apology to all the students. I didn't expect that my withdrawal from the competition made everyone stand up so fiercely. However, don't worry. Although I withdraw from the poetry competition, I did not withdraw from the writing of poetry. If I have time, I will continue to share the poems I wrote with you."

"At this time, does modern poetry include?"

"Of course."

"I think, Mr. Qiushui, this is the best answer you give to those poetry lovers and those young people."

When the Youth Daily sent out the news that the writer "Qiu Shui" promised to return to the poetry world, countless young people across the country cried with joy.

They hugged each other, and they sang and won.

They shouted loudly, Mr. Qiushui, we love you.

It was a sleepless night.

That night, there was no moon or a star in the sky, and the world was shrouded in darkness.

But at this moment, the young people felt that in the darkness, there were already stars, and they saw hope.

And at this moment, Qiu Shui's Wei Bo suddenly wrote another poem.

The night gave me black eyes, but I used it to find light.

The name of this poem is called "A Generation"

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