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Chapter 116 Across Most of China To Sleep With You
Chapter 116 Across Most of China To Sleep With You
"you you you……"
Jiang Wenbin and Xu Hua almost vomited blood, pointing at Mo Bai, speechless.
They do know that although Mo Bai's words are too harsh, many pure literature works are indeed supported by the state.For example, what kind of literary awards are held, and what kind of literary promotion is done, and there are very few ordinary people who buy pure literature works.This is also the dilemma encountered by pure literature at present. The Writers Association has conducted research and discussions many times, but it has been difficult to find a good method.
"Mr. Mo Bai, don't get excited, drink some tea."
Li Jiannan interrupted Mo Bai to continue talking.Putting it this way, maybe it's really a PK.
"Headache."
Li Jiannan pressed his temple, and he also had a headache.
If I had known that these traditional writers and Internet writers had such a big hatred, what would I do to bring them together.
Well now, this salon has just started, and it turned into a fight in a blink of an eye.
"Since Mr. Mo said that your online literature is the mainstream, and that your online literature is actually the same as all literature. Then, let's not talk about other things, let's talk about the tradition of our literature. Just like the poems and songs just now, although Poems and songs are still being passed on, but there are fewer and fewer people in this society who understand. Mr. Mo is a leader in online literature, and he should have studied some of our traditional culture."
"A little research."
"In this case, I have a poem here, and I hope Mr. Mo can point it out."
Literati have always been proud, and they always have the idea that Lao Tzu is the best in the world.
After being scolded by Mo Bai just now, how could Jiang Wenbin and Xu Hua give up, and they wanted to find their way back.
"You two, maybe you don't know, but Mo Bai is very good at writing poems."
Not wanting to see the two being slapped in the face again, Yang Man reminded Jiang Wenbin that the two said.
"Really, I want to appreciate it for a while."
Jiang Wenbin didn't care at all.
He knew these internet writers well. Although he knew that these guys were smart, studious, and eloquent, but after all, their background was relatively weak, and they didn't come from a major.It may be okay to write some limericks, but it is difficult to write some thoughtful and connotative verses.
Of course, this is just what they think.If they knew at noon that Mo Bai had given some of his fans a poem, they might lend him ten more guts, and they wouldn't dare to talk about poetry.
It's just a pity that there was a certain distance between several people who signed the award at that time, and they didn't know what Mo Bai wrote.
I thought it was just like them, just signing the paper book with my pen name.
[Can't come to your graveyard to offer a bouquet of flowers
But I am doomed to devote my whole life to reading your poems
Through thousands of miles of wind and snow
The shattering of a festival, and the trembling of my soul
I can finally write according to my heart
but can't live according to one's heart
This is our common tragedy...]
Maybe it was his contempt for Mo Bai, or maybe he was very confident in his poetry skills. Even if Yang Man reminded him, Jiang Wenbin didn't take him seriously. After taking a look at Mo Bai, Jiang Wenbin stood up and read out his own words. A modern poem written recently.
"Good poetry."
Xu Hua was the first to applaud.
"It's very poetic, Lao Jiang, your poetry skills have improved a lot."
Li Jiannan also spoke in appreciation.
"It has long been rumored in the industry that Wen Bin is good at writing poems. I saw him today, and it's true."
This poem is actually okay, but if you really want to study it, it's just that.
As a director of the Writers Association, Yang Man has always had a broad vision. Although he didn't feel anything in his heart, he made a small comment.
"Where, where, everyone is laughing at me, I just do it casually, it doesn't count for anything."
Jiang Wenbin said politely, although he looked humble, but he didn't know how happy he was: "Compared to Xu Hua, my level is still far behind. Xu Hua, why are you sitting around, show your masterpiece. "
"What Brother Jiang said, my level is just like this, showing shame, showing shame."
The two had discussed it long ago. After Jiang Wenbin finished reading his poems, Xu Hua followed suit.
【How powerful my father is.brother on shoulders
Carrying me on the back, hugging the sick sister in both hands
The ten-mile-long irrigation embankment, only the father
walking.The gray sky is torn open
The mother far away in southern Fujian, like the light falling
shine on father's forehead
Against the direction of the river.I feel
The faster the father walked, the faster the water flowed...]
After reading it, Xu Hua said: "I wrote it down on the third anniversary of my father's death. Today, I am also the father of a child, and I have a lot of feelings..."
Probably because of sincere feelings, after reading this poem, Xu Hua's eyes were red, very sensational.
"Excellent, Xu Hua, this song of yours, which came out of feelings, has strengthened me too much."
Jiang Wenbin was startled and said.
This poem is indeed much better than his one, and it also has more connotations.
"Xu Hua, my condolences, the deceased is gone, we should live a better life."
Li Jiannan comforted Xu Hua and said.
"This poem is very good. It reminds me of my father. Many people looked down on modern poetry before. If there are more poems like this, I think our modern poetry will be spread more widely."
If the evaluation of Jiang Wenbin's previous song was average, then Xu Hua's song, Yang Man is really impressive.
"Well written."
Mo Bai also applauded at this time and said.No matter what their personalities are, each of them still has his shining points after all.This modern poem written by my father is indeed profound and memorable.
"It is really rare to be praised by Mr. Mo."
Seeing that even Mo Bai praised him, Jiang Wenbin felt complacent, but quickly said, "I wonder if Mr. Mo has any masterpieces to share with us."
"This is..."
Mo Bai was a little embarrassed, shook his head, and said, "I don't have much research on modern poetry, and I usually just write some doggerel."
"Mr. Mo is being modest. There is no distinction between superiors and inferiors in literary competitions. It's just an exchange."
doggerel.
Sure enough, these guys know how to write doggerel.
Jiang Wenbin felt more complacent, but in order to tempt Mo Bai to write a poem, he spoke more politely.
"Yes, Mr. Mo, don't be too modest. You have to know that some of your fans are looking forward to your masterpiece."
This is what Xu Hua said.
Just now, he was immersed in his feelings for his father, but now he has come to his senses.
When he finished speaking, Xu Hua did not forget to point to the many fans in front of him.
"Damn, I'm in trouble."
"What's the matter, what's the trouble, Mo Baida is the little prince who writes poetry, what's the trouble?"
"Don't you see that these two guys are forcing Mo Bai to write modern poetry?"
"Hey, that's true."
Modern poetry is not the same as ancient poetry.
Even if ancient poetry is well written, modern poetry may not be well written.
The two are different poems.
Fortunately, ancient poems have various formats, and most of them can be analyzed whether they are good or not.
But if we talk about "modern poetry", it will be troublesome.
Because there is no format, you can write whatever you want... This also makes the entire modern poetry lack a standard for judging.
You can say that he writes well.
You can say that he doesn't write well.
Moreover, almost 99% of online novel authors will not write such modern poems.
Because in their eyes, these modern poems are actually moaning without disease.
"Well, since the two of you are so determined to ask me to write a poem, then I will write one."
Although Mo Bai doesn't like modern poetry, it doesn't mean that there are no classic works in modern poetry.
Even if Mo Bai doesn't like modern poems any more, in his mind, just picking out a modern poem at random would blow them both away.
He just said that he doesn't know how to write very much, but he just wanted to tease them.
Seemingly forced and helpless, in fact, Mo Bai already had his feet on his chest. After thinking for a while, he blurted out, "Cross half of China to sleep with you..."
(End of this chapter)
"you you you……"
Jiang Wenbin and Xu Hua almost vomited blood, pointing at Mo Bai, speechless.
They do know that although Mo Bai's words are too harsh, many pure literature works are indeed supported by the state.For example, what kind of literary awards are held, and what kind of literary promotion is done, and there are very few ordinary people who buy pure literature works.This is also the dilemma encountered by pure literature at present. The Writers Association has conducted research and discussions many times, but it has been difficult to find a good method.
"Mr. Mo Bai, don't get excited, drink some tea."
Li Jiannan interrupted Mo Bai to continue talking.Putting it this way, maybe it's really a PK.
"Headache."
Li Jiannan pressed his temple, and he also had a headache.
If I had known that these traditional writers and Internet writers had such a big hatred, what would I do to bring them together.
Well now, this salon has just started, and it turned into a fight in a blink of an eye.
"Since Mr. Mo said that your online literature is the mainstream, and that your online literature is actually the same as all literature. Then, let's not talk about other things, let's talk about the tradition of our literature. Just like the poems and songs just now, although Poems and songs are still being passed on, but there are fewer and fewer people in this society who understand. Mr. Mo is a leader in online literature, and he should have studied some of our traditional culture."
"A little research."
"In this case, I have a poem here, and I hope Mr. Mo can point it out."
Literati have always been proud, and they always have the idea that Lao Tzu is the best in the world.
After being scolded by Mo Bai just now, how could Jiang Wenbin and Xu Hua give up, and they wanted to find their way back.
"You two, maybe you don't know, but Mo Bai is very good at writing poems."
Not wanting to see the two being slapped in the face again, Yang Man reminded Jiang Wenbin that the two said.
"Really, I want to appreciate it for a while."
Jiang Wenbin didn't care at all.
He knew these internet writers well. Although he knew that these guys were smart, studious, and eloquent, but after all, their background was relatively weak, and they didn't come from a major.It may be okay to write some limericks, but it is difficult to write some thoughtful and connotative verses.
Of course, this is just what they think.If they knew at noon that Mo Bai had given some of his fans a poem, they might lend him ten more guts, and they wouldn't dare to talk about poetry.
It's just a pity that there was a certain distance between several people who signed the award at that time, and they didn't know what Mo Bai wrote.
I thought it was just like them, just signing the paper book with my pen name.
[Can't come to your graveyard to offer a bouquet of flowers
But I am doomed to devote my whole life to reading your poems
Through thousands of miles of wind and snow
The shattering of a festival, and the trembling of my soul
I can finally write according to my heart
but can't live according to one's heart
This is our common tragedy...]
Maybe it was his contempt for Mo Bai, or maybe he was very confident in his poetry skills. Even if Yang Man reminded him, Jiang Wenbin didn't take him seriously. After taking a look at Mo Bai, Jiang Wenbin stood up and read out his own words. A modern poem written recently.
"Good poetry."
Xu Hua was the first to applaud.
"It's very poetic, Lao Jiang, your poetry skills have improved a lot."
Li Jiannan also spoke in appreciation.
"It has long been rumored in the industry that Wen Bin is good at writing poems. I saw him today, and it's true."
This poem is actually okay, but if you really want to study it, it's just that.
As a director of the Writers Association, Yang Man has always had a broad vision. Although he didn't feel anything in his heart, he made a small comment.
"Where, where, everyone is laughing at me, I just do it casually, it doesn't count for anything."
Jiang Wenbin said politely, although he looked humble, but he didn't know how happy he was: "Compared to Xu Hua, my level is still far behind. Xu Hua, why are you sitting around, show your masterpiece. "
"What Brother Jiang said, my level is just like this, showing shame, showing shame."
The two had discussed it long ago. After Jiang Wenbin finished reading his poems, Xu Hua followed suit.
【How powerful my father is.brother on shoulders
Carrying me on the back, hugging the sick sister in both hands
The ten-mile-long irrigation embankment, only the father
walking.The gray sky is torn open
The mother far away in southern Fujian, like the light falling
shine on father's forehead
Against the direction of the river.I feel
The faster the father walked, the faster the water flowed...]
After reading it, Xu Hua said: "I wrote it down on the third anniversary of my father's death. Today, I am also the father of a child, and I have a lot of feelings..."
Probably because of sincere feelings, after reading this poem, Xu Hua's eyes were red, very sensational.
"Excellent, Xu Hua, this song of yours, which came out of feelings, has strengthened me too much."
Jiang Wenbin was startled and said.
This poem is indeed much better than his one, and it also has more connotations.
"Xu Hua, my condolences, the deceased is gone, we should live a better life."
Li Jiannan comforted Xu Hua and said.
"This poem is very good. It reminds me of my father. Many people looked down on modern poetry before. If there are more poems like this, I think our modern poetry will be spread more widely."
If the evaluation of Jiang Wenbin's previous song was average, then Xu Hua's song, Yang Man is really impressive.
"Well written."
Mo Bai also applauded at this time and said.No matter what their personalities are, each of them still has his shining points after all.This modern poem written by my father is indeed profound and memorable.
"It is really rare to be praised by Mr. Mo."
Seeing that even Mo Bai praised him, Jiang Wenbin felt complacent, but quickly said, "I wonder if Mr. Mo has any masterpieces to share with us."
"This is..."
Mo Bai was a little embarrassed, shook his head, and said, "I don't have much research on modern poetry, and I usually just write some doggerel."
"Mr. Mo is being modest. There is no distinction between superiors and inferiors in literary competitions. It's just an exchange."
doggerel.
Sure enough, these guys know how to write doggerel.
Jiang Wenbin felt more complacent, but in order to tempt Mo Bai to write a poem, he spoke more politely.
"Yes, Mr. Mo, don't be too modest. You have to know that some of your fans are looking forward to your masterpiece."
This is what Xu Hua said.
Just now, he was immersed in his feelings for his father, but now he has come to his senses.
When he finished speaking, Xu Hua did not forget to point to the many fans in front of him.
"Damn, I'm in trouble."
"What's the matter, what's the trouble, Mo Baida is the little prince who writes poetry, what's the trouble?"
"Don't you see that these two guys are forcing Mo Bai to write modern poetry?"
"Hey, that's true."
Modern poetry is not the same as ancient poetry.
Even if ancient poetry is well written, modern poetry may not be well written.
The two are different poems.
Fortunately, ancient poems have various formats, and most of them can be analyzed whether they are good or not.
But if we talk about "modern poetry", it will be troublesome.
Because there is no format, you can write whatever you want... This also makes the entire modern poetry lack a standard for judging.
You can say that he writes well.
You can say that he doesn't write well.
Moreover, almost 99% of online novel authors will not write such modern poems.
Because in their eyes, these modern poems are actually moaning without disease.
"Well, since the two of you are so determined to ask me to write a poem, then I will write one."
Although Mo Bai doesn't like modern poetry, it doesn't mean that there are no classic works in modern poetry.
Even if Mo Bai doesn't like modern poems any more, in his mind, just picking out a modern poem at random would blow them both away.
He just said that he doesn't know how to write very much, but he just wanted to tease them.
Seemingly forced and helpless, in fact, Mo Bai already had his feet on his chest. After thinking for a while, he blurted out, "Cross half of China to sleep with you..."
(End of this chapter)
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