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Chapter 1686 Is this called poetry?

"Don't be modest! I've read everything you've written. Whether it's the choice of words or the writing style, it's all unique and shows a lot of literary accomplishment. Give it a try!"

Unable to refuse, Sun Jianping had no choice but to nod his head and said, "Then I will show you my ugliness!"

He glanced out the window and saw that the black horse had untied the reins and was running out!

Oh well, another one was scared away!
He cleared his throat and racked his brains. Everyone looked at him eagerly, wanting to hear what level of poetry the top leader of Nahe County could produce.

"I'm starting!"

Sun Jianping pinched his chin, rolled his eyes and came up with an idea!
The name of the steed Wulong, with angry eyes and black mane.
The golden-brimmed white jade saddle, the hooves step lightly on the flowers,
Riding the wind out to the sea, climbing up the Taihang Pass,
Walking along the Yangguan Road, the beacon smoke has temporarily subsided.

Everyone looked at each other.

Is this called poetry?

Why is there no positive and optimistic atmosphere? Why is there no recognition, praise and gratitude for the leaders?

What does "the war is temporarily over" mean? Does this mean that the world is not peaceful?
Everyone had a grim look on their face. In their opinion, this kind of classical poetry that purely imitated Li Bai and Liu could not be called poetry. Poetry should reflect the changes of the times and the great situation of reform and opening up. These five-character poems with rhythmic and old-fashioned styles could not reflect the development of the times at all. Instead, they had a sense of going backwards!
The level of this master's degree in water conservancy engineering is just average!

"I said I don't write poetry, but you forced me to write poetry..." Sun Jianping scratched his head awkwardly. Secretary Fang, on the contrary, understood something. Although Jianping's poem was not a top-notch one, the choice of words and the artistic conception were still remarkable. Why did these idiots all show expressions of astonishment and confusion?

Impressed!

A bunch of sticks!
Wulongma paddled all the way to the riverside and saw a tractor coming from afar. Qian Huijun led the children out of the car and took a closer look. Wow!

Isn't this our horse?
The black horse ran over quickly, bit Qian Huijun's arm, and looked towards home!
"What's the matter?" She smiled and patted the black horse's neck. The second horse kept chirping and wanted to ride a horse. This time the black horse was very well-behaved. It actually knelt down on its own and let the little master climb on.

"Son, be steady. If you fall and break your teeth, how are you going to eat?"

Seeing that Qian Huijun was only busy talking to the child, the black horse became anxious. It stamped its hooves and hissed, "Look, my lady, there are a lot of weird people in the house!"

It’s strange to scare horses!

"Meow!"

The old cat also jumped down from the tree and was picked up by the eldest brother. The angry old cat meowed, bared its teeth and clapped its claws, accusing Sun Jianping of being a fool for daring to bring anyone home!
"Uncle Cat is anxious!" The eldest brother smiled and pinched the cat's ears. Qian Huijun was confused, "Your Uncle Cat has been meowing for a long time. What on earth do you want to do?"

"My uncle Cat said my dad is a big idiot. He brought a bunch of messy people to our house and even tried to steal Little Cat. It really pissed off Uncle Cat!"

"Wow, my sister is amazing, she even knows cat language!"

Wu Yunga smiled and rubbed his sister's hair. The eldest brother raised his eyebrows proudly, "Of course! It's not bad to know a foreign language!"

When Qian Huijun saw the group of strange-looking "artists" standing in the yard, she immediately understood why the old cat was so mad. It turned out that this group of people...

"None of them look like a human being!"

"My wife is back!"

Sun Jianping hurried out to greet him, but Wulongma glared at him angrily, snorted, and turned his head away to prevent him from grabbing the reins.

Sun Jianping smiled awkwardly and scratched the horse's neck. "Why are you angry? I even wrote a poem for you!"

"You're amazing, Pingzi, you can even compose a couplet!" Qian Huijun smiled, "Is it Daming Lake? The lake is famous, and there are toads in Daming Lake?"

"One poke and one jump!"

The eldest brother continued the second half of the sentence with a smile and deliberately poked his younger brother on the butt!
"What are you doing, sister!" "Oh wow, you're really jumping around!" The eldest brother laughed so hard that his stomach hurt!
Little Potato glared at his sister angrily and waved at Sun Jianping, "Daddy, carry me down!"

"Hey, my dear son, don't you want to ride for a while?" Sun Jianping reached out and took him off the horse. "Look at your sister Wu Yunga, she can ride a horse at the age of four, but you are a jerk, you get scared after being on the horse for a while!"

The black horse neighed, "Little fool!"

"I want to ride a big horse!"

Well, after Sun Jianping's words, the little fool refused to come down again.

"Let's go, brother. Let's go home. I want to meet these artists too!"

Qian Huijun herself studied Chinese and was well-read in school. She was not afraid to chat with these so-called "cultured people" about literature and "art".

"walk home!"

He waved at the old cat, who looked disgusted, meowed, rested his chin on the boss's shoulder, and gently wagged his tail.

It’s better to follow the little master!

Meow!
In the yard, this bunch of poor guys were talking about the country.

"I see this small village of Taipingshan. It has beautiful mountains and rivers, and the fragrance of rice waves. It is a true northern scenery!"

"No, no, if you say it's the scenery of the north, it should be snowing all over the ground, covered in silver. I think this place has some of the charm of the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River!"

The group of people argued until their faces turned red, but Old Cai waved his hand and said, "Everyone, listen to me. I think this small Taipingshan Village has both the steepness and magnificence of famous mountains and rivers, and the pleasantness of flowing water under the small bridges in the south of the Yangtze River. Of course, it also includes the unique charm of our Northeast. It can be regarded as a beautiful scenery formed by the strengths of many families!"

"Indeed, what the leader said is true. The majority of our Northeastern people are immigrants from the interior of China. They can be considered as the translation of the Central Plains culture. Later, they were combined with the living habits and characteristics of the local Mongolian and Manchu ethnic groups, forming a dual civilization system in which the Central Plains civilization and the northern ethnic groups interacted and integrated with each other..."

This guy has done in-depth research on each one!

Sun Jianping and his wife looked at each other and said, "Why don't you publish a book?"
"Let me introduce this to you. This is Comrade Sun Jianping's wife, Mr. Qian Guozheng's daughter, and the vice principal of our Nahe County Durki Township Middle School, Ms. Qian Huijun."

Seeing Qian Huijun bringing the children back, Old Cai hurriedly introduced them to everyone. When these literati saw such a beautiful woman in front of them, their eyes suddenly widened!

"Madam Sun is truly a beauty of national beauty, so beautiful!"

"No, no, Madam Sun's beauty is just like the majestic and magnificent scenery of the mountains and rivers. They complement each other so well!"

Qian Huijun's face turned red with embarrassment. These people were not just a group of intellectuals, they were simply a bunch of hooligans!

How can you stare at others!

But she is Qian Bancheng's daughter and County Magistrate Sun's wife after all. She has seen the world and naturally would not curse like those rural women and bring shame to her husband and father.

"If I remember correctly, Madam Sun graduated from the Chinese Department of Yan University and has a deep understanding of literature. We just happened to be reciting poems and writing couplets to praise this magnificent mountain and river. How about you recite a poem for us to appreciate?"

The bald man stared at Qian Huijun with his eyes glowing green!
This woman is so cool!
Even though she is the mother of four children, she is still so beautiful!
Why didn’t I find a wife like this!

Sun Jianping is such a lucky guy!
"Reciting poems and writing couplets? Okay, no problem. I've just been reading Su Manshu's poems recently..."

Qian Huijun went into the vegetable garden, plucked a peony flower and placed it on the windowsill. "How about we each write a poem on the theme of peony today?"

(End of this chapter)