Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 253
Looking at "Xijiang Moon. Walking in the Yellow Sand Road at Night", Lao Zhao, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, trembled slightly.

For example, when he was young, he saw his shared girlfriend with no clothes showing a proud figure in front of him, which was very realistic.

A beautiful view of the countryside and fields on a summer and autumn moonlit night jumped into Lao Zhao's eyes: bright moon and clear wind, few stars and little rain, magpies startled and cicadas chirping, rice flowers wafting fragrance, and frogs sounding.

Its vividness and beauty are the only ones that Lao Zhao has seen in his life.

The more he looked at it, the more fascinated he became, and the excitement in his heart surged.

This poem is true in its plainness, accurate in its confusion, and steep in its continuity.

What is written is the common scenery outside the city, but it takes a different path, engraving the objects with fascination, and the pen is brilliant.

The first two sentences "the bright moon leaves the branches frighten the magpies, and the breeze calls the cicadas in the middle of the night", on the surface, it seems that they are about the wind, the moon, the cicadas, and the magpies, which are extremely common scenery. up.

The magpie's flight is erratic, not hovering over the top of a general tree, but flying around the obtrusive branches.

Que'er was awakened because of the bright moonlight.

And the magpie's startled flight will naturally cause the "Bie Zhi" to sway.

The two sentences "surprised magpie" and "sounding cicada" are quiet in motion, and describe the scenery under the "breeze breeze" and "bright moon" in the middle of the night, which is leisurely and fascinating.

If the upper part of the poem is not a depiction of a silhouetted night scene, then the lower part is obviously won by the changing waves and the song of willow shade road.

At the beginning of the next column, the poet set up a steep and steep peak, and used confrontation techniques to strengthen the stable momentum.

"Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three o'clock rain in front of the mountain", here, the "star" is a few scattered stars, and the "rain" is a slight shower. It is consistent with the interesting local atmosphere.

In particular, a "outside the sky" and a "before the mountain" are originally far away and elusive, but when the writing style is changed and the small bridge is passed, the shadow of the thatched shop by the forest in the countryside unexpectedly appears before people's eyes.

On the surface, the theme and content of this poem are nothing more than some seemingly ordinary scenery, the language has no decoration, no allusion is used, and the arrangement of layers is completely natural and plain.

However, it is precisely in the seemingly ordinary that there is a poet's concentrating on the conception and profound literary and artistic skills.

"Among the modern people, it is even rarer to have such an ancient poem with ancient flavors than the masterpieces of the ancients!" Old Zhao was so happy that he was completely sleepless.

This is a blessing of the national culture. The full poems reveal the spirit of longevity, which can be washed by the culture and clear the soul.

Lin Qinghan has a profound cultural background, but she can't write such a masterpiece.

In this era, there is a lack of soil for cultivating such a masterpiece.

Watermelons cannot grow in the North Pole, and humans cannot live on the moon.

A few kilometers away, Guo Qing and others stayed in the hotel.

"This is the word Wang Zihao wrote tonight, didn't he write it long ago?" Huang Sha looked in disbelief, obviously not wanting to admit it was true.

He has always believed that "Qinyuanchun.Changsha" was not written impromptu, and now he also believes that "Moon on the West River. Night Walking in the Yellow Sand Road" was not written by Wang Zihao on a temporary basis.

"Your prejudice is too deep, and there is no hope." Liu Zixuan sneered, "Give you time, ten years, twenty years, a lifetime, can you write this kind of poetry?"

Huang Sha's face turned red, he had no confidence.

Some things cannot be done by humans.

Guo Qing is in a good mood, the old enemy probably won't be able to sleep well tonight.

And he, at best, sleeps late and wakes up with a smile in the middle of the night.

Very different from his old rival.

"Could it be that writing online novels helps diverge thinking?" Guo Qing was complacent, and was also studying Wang Zihao's experience.

It is said that that guy writes online novels, with tens of thousands of words added every day.

There is a lot of rubbish in everyone's mind, piled up like a mountain, and it is not easy to dig out some of the essence. Many people can't even dig it out in their entire lives, and they are mediocre.

Wang Zihao emits a lot of dross every day, so that the garbage pouring in from the outside world has no time to cover it, so he can dig out the essence?

"You two, do you want to consider writing online novels?" Guo Qing asked Huang Sha and Liu Zixuan.

The two were stunned for a moment, what does Mr. Guo mean by this?

Are we down to the point where we can only write online novels to support our families?

"I can't write it." Liu Zixuan said honestly, there is nothing to be ashamed of, and she can't do rough work in the countryside.

Huang Sha said: "Even if I starve to death, I won't write that stuff."

Guo Qing didn't say any more, and didn't force them.

Before meeting Wang Zihao, he was not interested in online literature either.

Even now, there is no cold.

It's just because of Wang Zihao, he doesn't dislike online articles.

Some people always say that since online literature exists, there is a reason for its existence.

Guo Qing disagreed, thinking that it was bad money driving out good money.

The cold has always existed and cannot be eliminated. Is it reasonable?
No one likes to catch a cold, it is a virus, a virus that the human immune system cannot get rid of, so it is with the human life.

If one day, the cold virus is completely eliminated by human beings, it will be a grand event for the whole world to celebrate.

At this time.

Guo Qing received another call from his old enemy.

Seeing the call from his old rival, Guo Qing smiled.

Expected.

If old man Zhao didn't make this call, Lao Guo would feel that it was abnormal.

"Old Guo." The phone was connected, and Lao Zhao couldn't wait to ask, "Is the sunrise east coming to Fenggao City?"

Guo Qing was surprised: "How did you come up with this idea? Do you think this is an ancient time when transportation and communication were inconvenient? I can make calls thousands of miles away with just one phone call."

Old Zhao was a little disappointed, thinking that the sunrise from the east had come to pay homage to him.

"I won't quarrel with you." Lao Zhao was full of praise for "Xijiang Moon. Night Walking in the Yellow Sand Road". "This poem is so exquisite. Is it the lyrics written by Sunrise Dongfang tonight?"

"That's right, half an hour ago." Lao Guo was very proud, "Xiao Xuanxuan called him and told him what happened today. He was in Liuli Xizhou Island. After being disappointed, he wrote this poem."

"It's a talent." Lao Zhao was convinced, "If there is this song today, there is no doubt that it will be the first. It's a pity that I am too embarrassed to reveal the works that I contributed to this year's gathering event. They are all too bad. .”

"You just know." Guo Qing also felt ashamed, this is a grand event representing the highest honor in the literary world.

The result was anticlimactic, giving people a feeling that the literary world is dead and online literature is on the rise.

"Be sure to call him over next time, and I'll bring Lin Qinghan with me too. The two of them must have a lot to talk about," Old Zhao said.

His friendship with Lao Guo is actually very good, after all, he slept with the same woman.

"Then it's settled!" Guo Qing is confident that he will bring Wang Zihao there next time.

This time Wang Zihao did not come, Lao Guo felt that it had something to do with him neglecting Wang Zihao.

Wang Zihao mentioned joining the Provincial Writers Association, but until now, he has not succeeded in joining the association.

(End of this chapter)