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

Chapter 208 What is the use of poetry?

"What's the use of poetry?"

During the Xiangjiang night tour tonight, Guo Qing and other old fellows wanted to test Wang Zihao again, so they asked him this question.

The first three were taken over by him, the old men and old ladies really couldn't hold back their face and wanted to get back some face.

What is the use of poetry, they have heard too many answers.

For example, some people say that poetry has the power to soothe the soul, shape the spirit, and nourish the soul.

For example, some replied that all the sages and benevolent people of the past dynasties have reshaped the great "self" in the spiritual world from a poem or a sentence.

It is precisely because of the pursuit of personality in the spiritual world that the personality charm of the real world is finally achieved.

and many more.

For these answers, Guo Qing, Zhao Xiayuan and others felt that the answers were very good.

Had they been asked, they could not have given a more sensible answer.

Until they asked Wang Zihao.

I remember at that time, he replied: "It's useless!"

When everyone's expressions changed, he said again: "It's useless to me, and it's useless to ninety-nine percent of people."

The old guys, including Tong Yali, who is still very young, all changed their faces after hearing this.

They read books, recite poems and compose poems, and some of them have been doing this all their lives, wanting to inherit culture and shoulder their mission.

But in the end, someone told them it was futile.

How could they not change color?
"You also write poems yourself, and I have to admit that you write very well. I believe that everyone who comes here today can feel great power from it." Xiang Wendong asked in a deep voice, "Why do you think poems are useless? "

If Xiang Qiang's grandson answered in this way, Xiang Wendong would slap him directly.

ignorance!

a shame!

Zhao Xiayuan also stared at Wang Zihao with an unhappy expression. She has a good husband and a high position and authority, so since she was young, she can love her profession without distraction and take pride in it.

But today, suddenly there is a junior who almost completely negates everything she has done in the past. Those efforts and struggles seem to be a joke.

Guo Qing also has a good wife. Although she is married twice, she has given him more than outsiders can see.

Outsiders can only see that he is the No. [-] figure in the Provincial Writers Association, and the National Writers Association is also ranked No. [-].

In fact, these are just the surface, and he can almost do it by himself.

After working hard all his life, chasing what he had pursued all his life, and being belittled to nothing, Guo Qingtian was almost torn off by his own anger.

Yang Lizi was also very surprised, her granddaughter's boyfriend is indeed quite different.

"It is useless to be of great use." When many old men and women were about to explode, Wang Zihao said, "Some people think they are doing useful things, but they have little effect. Some people seem to be doing useless things, but It will be of great use for future generations.”

Everyone was puzzled because they had never heard of Zhuangzi's words.

Afterwards, Wang Zihao told a story to the old guys.

Qian Mu once passed by a Taoist temple and saw an old Taoist cutting down a locust tree and reloading a camellia, and asked why.

The old Taoist replied: "If I plant camellia, I will see it bloom next year; and this locust tree, I am afraid that I will not be able to enjoy its shade until I die."

Qian Mu shook his head and asked with a smile, "Did your seniors plant the pagoda tree to enjoy the coolness at that time?"

Within a few years, people died and flowers withered, and Taoist temples declined.

After listening to the story, everyone seemed to realize something.

After comprehending, everyone was surprised.

Wang Zihao also said: "The so-called 'useful' is just a short-sighted person bursting out joyful words when they see small profits; but planting a locust tree seems to be 'useless', but it supports a coolness for future generations. "

Everyone was completely awakened.

It turns out that the "useless" that Wang Zihao said was not really useless.

Seriously, it is actually as he said literally.

The poems and articles written by some so-called literati are only for entertainment, and they are only for a while.

It's not useless, what is it?
What's more, for ninety-nine percent of people, poetry and articles seem to be really useless to them.

Most people have already tried their best when they are alive. What kind of bicycle do they want?

in the courtyard.

Yang Lizi looked at the photos in the phone on the table in front of her.

The last photo of Liu Qianqian's granddaughter is the full version of "Die Lian Hua. Reading the End of the World".

After sitting quietly for a while, she got up and went back to the house.

In the room, Yang Lizi dug out the photo albums that had been treasured for many years in the cabinet, her hands trembling slightly.

Sitting on the bedside, under the orange light, looking at the black and white or color photos in the album, she was in a daze for a while.

It was a picture of her when she was young, and her husband's, her children's...

"The most important thing is that I can't keep it in the world, Zhu Yan recites the mirror and the flower recites the tree."

"Read all the farewell pains."

bitter!
too bitter!
It was so bitter that the tears seemed to have evaporated long ago, and I couldn't squeeze out a drop.

It seemed that after walking in the trough for a long time, she began to climb up hard.

Walking and walking, passing through the long darkness, Yang Lizi suddenly saw a bright light.

She thought of a passage that teaches people to love life: why do they exist?To enjoy the sun and the moon, to spend such a long happy time together, to cast shadows on old people and children, to make autumn colorful, to see the four seasons... Isn't that enough?
Yang Lizi closed the album, her eyes were moist.

She suddenly wanted to see her favorite granddaughter get married and start a business. She wanted to see her children born, held in her arms, and feel the miracle of life that she hadn't felt for a long time.

Afterwards, Lizi Yang dialed the phone number of her son Liuhe Dong.

She knows what a parent's heart is like. She was also young and worried about her children's marriage.

She does not want her children to follow her old path and interfere in their marriages.

At that time, the family background was not enough, not only her, but also her sons and daughters made some sacrifices.

Now, the family does this, isn't it to make future generations think what I think and wish what I want?

She wanted Liu Qianqian to decide for herself without missing her parents' blessing.

It's just that she is old now, and her children no longer regard her as a god, as a pillar, so naturally it is impossible to listen to her.

Thousands of miles away.

After seeing the old lady's phone call, Liuhe East gave up his seat to Bai Feifei immediately while feeling uneasy: "Come on, I'll answer Mom's call."

Afterwards, he walked out of the chess and card room and connected to Yang Lizi's call.

"Mom, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet?" Liuhe Dong said with a smile.

"I met Qianqian's boyfriend today." Lizi Yang's voice was still loud and full of spirit.

The smile on Liuhe East's face was mostly restrained: "Mom, it's so late, why are you calling to talk about this?"

"Don't say I can't sleep." Yang Lizi sighed.

Liuhe Dong didn't know what happened in the Gongbei Building today, the old lady said so eagerly, he was a little curious and wanted to know: "Mom, tell me."

(End of this chapter)