Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 118 Founding the Misty Poetry School!

"The night gave me black eyes!"

For a moment, the literati gathered around began to whisper silently,

It started with Xu Zhimo, his voice as quiet as a mosquito, and then everyone started chanting in unison.

"But I use it to find the light!"

In the small room, everyone felt as if a thunder had exploded in their hearts.

"Only two sentences?" Some people in the venue couldn't help but said in astonishment.

Seeing that Bao Guowei was hesitant to speak, everyone tasted it carefully. Based on the artistic conception and style of the poem, they found that the two sentences of this poem were just right.

No matter what is added later, it will be superfluous.

"I don't know why, but I feel so excited right now!" Chen Mengjia commented excitedly.

"This is worth two sentences, but it weighs as much as a thousand catties!!" Rao Zili's face turned rosy.

But when everyone said this, they were stuck. They subconsciously felt that it was very appropriate, but when it came to interpreting and evaluating it, they were a little short of words.

One of the people in the crowd asked.

"Bingwen just said that there is a poem that is very appropriate. So where does this poem come from? Why have I never heard it?"

It just answers everyone's question. According to the context of Bao Guowei, this poem seems to be quoted?

Bao Guowei smiled and said nothing, looking at the confused people, very happy.

He said mysteriously.

"Guys, think about it carefully."

Xu Zhimo couldn't stand it any longer, so he jumped out and said.

"Bingwen, don't say it's a joke. I've read all the poems at home and abroad, let alone such a classic poem. If it had been written by someone else, it would have been spread long ago."

There was even a bit of envy in his words.

"The name of the young genius is truly worthy of its name!"

Xu Zhimo was deeply moved.

Previously, everyone expressed pessimism about the current situation and the future of the country.

Bao Guowei turned around and blurted out a golden sentence,

Other people's poems come by chance, but this guy's poems come by chance?

How to write it, how come it exists?

God is so unfair.

Xu Zhimo was filled with emotion when he thought that he had to scratch his head every time he wanted to come up with a good sentence.

"Zhimo, this poem by Bingwen is really amazing. How about you analyze it for us?"

Everyone in the venue, who originally expected Bao Guowei to explain, looked at him with burning eyes.

Unexpectedly, Bao Guowei acted like an old god and ignored everyone's gazes.

You don't want me to explain, do you?

I've explained it, but how can I show my holiness in front of others?

Bao Guowei thought this in his heart, and turned his attention to Xu Zhimo, relying on his brother.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Xu Zhimo coughed slightly. He had just planned to analyze it.

"Bingwen, does this poem have a name?"

"A generation." Bao Guowei replied simply.

"a generation?"

Xu Zhimo thought about it carefully and felt more and more that this poem was relevant to the present moment. Then he cleared his throat and said.

"Since everyone asked me to say a few words, then I will say a few words."

"At the beginning, like everyone else, I was surprised that this poem only had two lines. You should know that today's vernacular poetry is much shorter, but it is extremely rare to have only two lines."

Everyone thought about it and agreed.

"Is such that."

Someone couldn't help but recall.

"In the anthology of poems published by Zhimo two years ago, the song "Shayang Nala" is also very short."

Xu Zhimo was very happy when he heard someone mention his poems, but he still waved his hand and said.

"Although my song is short, it still has four lines."

He continued.

"Let's talk about the poem "A Generation" again. The poem uses a series of fragmented intentions to implicitly express thoughts.

This hazy feeling is like looking at flowers in the mist. It has a unique charm and is endlessly memorable! "

Even though Xu Zhimo was very envious, he still did not hesitate to praise him.

He licked his lips and continued.

"Especially the concrete expressions in poetry, night, eyes, light, what these things seem to be like, actually have a wonderful connection."

"Based on our current situation, doesn't the dark night represent our tragic domestic environmental situation?

And these black eyes indicate that I am the victim of this tragedy,

Just as we are affected by the current situation and become pessimistic,

'Light' is telling us that it is appropriate to deny darkness, but the yearning for a bright future cannot be given up! "

Boom~

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, everyone in the venue burst into applause.

Immediately, someone in the venue seemed to be enlightened, clapping their palms with their fists and saying.

"Yes! Yes! I think so too!"

Xu Zhimo remembered his previous understanding of "Answer" and became even more excited, as if announcing something important.

He stood up immediately and said.

"Friends! Such a hazy intention is like a new school of poetry. I would like to call it the hazy poetry school!"

Chen Mengjia nodded repeatedly, looked at Bao Guowei with admiration, and said.

“As soon as this poem came out, it is fitting that Bingwen, the originator of the hazy poetry school, is born!”

wow~

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from the venue again.

The young people of this era are still full of vitality.

Especially for beautiful and futuristic new things, I have an extremely strong sense of pursuit.

Nowadays, it seems that a new school of poetry is emerging. How can we not be excited?

Bao Guowei touched his chin unnaturally. He did not expect that the concept of the Misty Poetry School could be proposed so quickly. He just suddenly felt that this song was somewhat in line with today's scene and the mood of the young literary people present.

In fact, this poetic school that emerged in the 1980s was not favored by the mainstream old writers at the beginning.

He even felt that this so-called "hazy body" was obscure and difficult to understand, and then he ridiculed it.

But in this era, young people are like a group of eagles waiting to be fed.

We are not picky eaters of anything nutritious.

"The name Zhimo is appropriate, but I have never wanted to be the founder of a school of poetry."

Bao Guowei smiled and shook his head.

Is this name a bit too flamboyant?

Besides, when I came here, I created some new school of poetry.

It's a bit like trashing the Crescent Moon Party.

"Bingwen, don't panic."

Rao Zili was a very thoughtful person and explained immediately.

"Our Crescent School has always been adhering to the concept of embodying emotions, using imagery to present healthy and essential poems."

"Of course, the Crescent Moon Sect's rules are more strict, but I think you, the Misty Sect, should be brothers with the same breasts!"

His words immediately made the faces of the Crescent Moon poets who had the same doubts start to get excited.

Not only are they brothers from the same mother-in-law, the Crescent Moon School may be the grandfather of the Misty Poetry School, right?

In my impression, the Misty Poetry School cannot be said to be born out of the Crescent School, but it can also be said to have been greatly influenced by it. This is not an exaggeration.

"Hahahaha, I know why you don't join us, Bingwen."

Xu Zhimo patted Bao Guowei on the shoulder and said.

"It turns out that the creative concept is different from ours. Now this time in Shanghai, I really came to the right place!"

He was like a spinning top traveling between Suzhou and Shanghai.

It is not easy to find time to hold a literary salon.

"It's a pity that Dai Wangshu didn't come. He would have been very happy if he were here!" Chen Mengjia said with emotion.

When he said this, Bao Guowei remembered,

Did Dai Wangshu still say that he wanted to see him?

There were so many letters that he forgot about them for a while.

I scanned left and right and found that he was indeed not there, which was a bit regretful.

"Bingwen, I want to publish this poem together with "Answer" in the "Morning News". Our supplement "Poetry" is currently short of good works!"

Bao Guowei has nothing against serializing poems. After all, he can earn more income and continue to expand his influence.

For a literati, the most important thing is the influence of his works.

The literary salon continued, and with Bao Guowei's gem at the forefront, no one mentioned poetry again.

After all, no matter how good your writing is, can you now be as good as "Answer" and "A Generation"?

Because of these two poems, Bao Guowei has been labeled a poetic genius among the young literati group in Shanghai.

Chatting with Xu Zhimo from time to time, using the knowledge in my mind, I was able to cope with it.

At this time, I suddenly saw a middle-aged man walking towards me, seemingly a little confused.

He was a bit bloated, wearing a pair of thick glasses, and introduced himself carefully.

"Bingwen, I am Huang Zhongsu."

Xu Zhimo saw him and added.

"Bingwen, this is the principal of Jishang Middle School. Jishu Middle School is a particularly famous high school in Shanghai."

Jiqing Middle School?

Bao Guowei had never heard of this high school and just nodded politely.

"Hello."

But Huang Zhongsu said with a smile.

"I've heard Bingwen's works recently, which are really admirable. I heard that you are in your second year of high school this year?

Are you considering transferring to Shanghai? If you are transferring to our school, I am confident that you will study in the UK! "

Immediately understanding the other party's intention, Bao Guowei immediately looked confused.

On the one hand, he definitely planned to go to Peking University first.

After studying at Peking University for a few years, I will study abroad again. This is my current plan.

On the other hand, such conditions are naturally attractive, and there are many troubles involved in studying abroad.

If there are schools in Shanghai to help, it will naturally get twice the result with half the effort.

It has to be said that Peking University is still far behind foreign countries in terms of the strength of universities today.

Without a background of studying abroad, it is difficult to expand one's influence in the academic world of this era.

Unable to make plans at once, Bao Guowei left Huang Zhongsu's contact information.

Wait until you return to Hangzhou before making any further calculations.

Then the literary salon officially ended.

Bao Guowei met various young literati in Shanghai and exchanged mailing addresses with some of them.

Seeing the excitement on these people’s faces,

He knew that soon the poem "A Generation" would spread throughout the poetry world like "Answer".

When I walked out of the venue, I didn’t see Gao Weixin.

After searching for a long time, I saw Gao Weixin running towards him in a hurry.

"What happened? Where did Senior Brother Gao go?"

"Bingwen, I just received a letter from Hangcheng, saying it was very urgent. I saw you talking to everyone, so I rushed to get it for you."

"Hangcheng?"

Bao Guowei took the letter and opened it, and found that it was signed by Chu Huiseng, and he immediately paid attention to it.

Gao Weixin also added: "It is said that something happened in Hangzhou."

Bao Guowei's eyes gradually became serious, and his eyes stayed on the line above the letter.

"Brother Binglin, Bingwen is as mentioned above. Things are critical here, so I hope you can return soon!"

(End of this chapter)