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Chapter 1691 Meow is really scared!

"Ah, that's why they are called the ones who make money in a proper way, while we work so hard to create a few industries? Look at them, they print a book, join the Writers Association as a writer, and earn a lot of royalties, gaining both fame and fortune. Are you convinced?"

"I am convinced. I am convinced. I beg those writers to stop using their magic. What kind of poetry are they writing? Even the words don't make sense!"

Qian Huijun untied the hairband from her wrist in distress and tied up her black and shiny hair. "When I wrote classical poetry before, it was more or less bound by the rhythm and rhyme, so it wasn't so ugly. Now I want to write modern poetry again. I'm afraid it will be a waste of paper!"

"Why is there modern poetry? It's because those poets don't understand classical poetry, but they want to be pretentious, so they come up with something like this."

Sun Jianping spoke the secret in one sentence, and Qian Huijun thought about it and suddenly realized it!

"That's true!" She smiled and waved at him, "Brother, you must be sleepy too. Come over here and lie down for a while and take a rest."

"Where are the children?" Seeing Miss Qian's mouth slightly raised, Sun Jianping immediately became alert and asked.

"We went to the back hill to play. What are you doing? Can I eat you? Come here, hug me and take a nap... Hehe, hurry up..."

"I'm warning you to be quiet. It's just a moment of closeness. Where are you touching..."

The little cat tilted its head, glanced at the couple lying on the kang, jumped out of the window and ran away!
On the Nahe side, Lao Bai personally invited these famous writers who came from all over the country to go to Juxianlou to taste a meal with local specialties!

During the dinner, everyone was inspired to write poetry, and each of them wrote a new postmodern poem, which made Old Cai so excited that he applauded continuously!
No wonder he can become a nationally famous poet, look at his artistic conception!

The way they choose words!
Other people’s thinking style!

For example, the painting "Fishbone" by Qin So-and-so just now is very artistic!
Fish bones are bones in fish.

After being cooked over a fierce fire,
They turned into thorns.
The sharp tip still flashes cold light,

It seems to give...

The invader hit hard!
But now, I'm picking my teeth with a fish bone!

It wasn't the hard thorns that hurt me,

But soft meat.

Look, look!
So much connotation!

It fully demonstrates the transformation of fish bones from hard to soft and then from soft to hard in the author's writing, which fully proves the truth of Lao Tzu's famous saying "hard things are easy to break, but soft things last forever"!

Applause!

For example, the song "Trash Can":
There is a trash can next to the wall.

Flies buzz in and out,
Rubbing his hands together and searching for food,

Even the cleaning staff covered their mouths and noses.

Pass by quickly,

Disgusted look,
It was like stepping in a pile of dog shit.

But the trash can still stands proudly.

Opening his mouth wide, he devoured the leftovers,

The sea embraces all rivers,

Contains all the dirt.

With just a few simple words, the great spirit of burying oneself in the trash can and cleaning the world is highlighted!
Isn’t it much better than those quibbles about words, such as Taihang Mountains and Yangguan Road?

What a mess!

"Leader, let me recite a poem too!"

Under the influence of many famous poets, scholars and novelists, even Secretary Zang has "read 300 Tang poems by heart, and can recite them even if he can't write poems." He ran to Lao Cai with excitement on his face, pointing at the wooden door of the private room, mysteriously.

"Yin come!"

Old Cai was curious. Although Xiao Zang had been doing writing work all along, he had no literary talent and the articles he wrote were dry and uninteresting. Unexpectedly, after hanging out with us for a while, he actually became inspired to write poetry. Was he going to write poetry?
I have to say that I taught well!
"Ahem, I'm sorry, boss... Ah, this is a door. The wood was pulled from the mountains and cut into one, two, three, or four pieces..."

"Ahem, you are counting there!"

Old Cai frowned and could not help but remind him. "Sorry, sorry, boss. I will continue. The marks left on each piece of wood are the marks left by time. The creaking sound is like the wind in the mountains blowing to it again. The dark knots are like abrupt eyes, staring at the forest of my hometown..."

"Well, not bad, not bad. Although there is still room for improvement, it's already very good for a beginner like you. Keep up the good work!"

Old Cai knocked on the door with satisfaction. Damn, just a piece of door can make you say so many words!
"Put it in your poetry collection. I'll help you revise it when I have time tomorrow!"

“Thank you so much, leader!”

Xiao Zang jumped three feet high with joy!

Although Sun Jianping wanted to stay away from trouble, the noisy wind of the world had already blown into Ermajia Village without any courtesy!
It was still that afternoon. Sun Jianping, who had stolen a half-day of leisure, and his wife were leisurely cuddling on the kang. They were about to go to the river to bask in the sun, ride their horses, and talk about love. From a distance, they saw a Toyota van rumbling like a chariot from hell rushing into Ermajia Village. He was so scared that he grabbed his wife's hand and turned around and ran!

"Why are these dads here again!"

Sun Jianping was really scared by these guys, but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't be faster than the Toyota minivan. Seeing the minivan catching up with him, he suddenly braked and stopped in front of the couple. The car door was slammed open, and Lao Cai's fat face poked out from inside with a smile, "Jianping, where are you running to!"

"Leader, hehe, I'm taking my wife to let the horses go..." Sun Jianping laughed dryly and shook the reins. When the Wulong horse saw the strange-looking "literary men" getting off the car, it hissed and screamed in fear, broke free from the reins and ran away!

The old cat that was lying on the tree watching the couple being affectionate was also frightened and ran to the reservoir to "take shelter!"

so horrible!

Why are these guys here again!

Could you please not come here!

Meow is really scared!

Meow... Damn it!
"Last time, writers and artists from our city came to collect folk songs. This time, they are of a higher level. Let me introduce you to this famous writer, Lu Xiaobo!"

Sun Jianping blinked his eyes, looked at Lu Xiaobo, who was wearing bell-bottom pants, had a big side-parted hair, and was dressed like a gangster who was about to be severely punished at any time. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh, and remembered this man's famous work!

Isn’t he the “Awakening Age Writer” who specifically greets people in the lower three directions?
It must be him!

Looking at his nonchalant and cynical attitude, it's hard to tell how much real talent and knowledge he has.

"This person's pen name is Li Tuao!"

this……

How should I put it? He was wearing an old Western suit that was quite popular among farmers at the moment, with a white sweatshirt underneath. His hair was a mess like a bird's nest. He was wearing a pair of Burmese trousers and yellow rubber shoes. When he spoke, he spoke with an authentic northern Shaanxi accent!
"You guys are much better than us..."

Qian Huijun glanced at this person and suddenly remembered that she had seen this person's masterpieces in magazines. They were all of a low standard, a half-yellow so-called "art maker". She snorted coldly and didn't treat him well.

However, this person was completely unaware and continued to stare at the small two-horse carriage. "Your place is quite good. Why do you need to build so many modern buildings? It would be better to keep the classical style..."

"Ordinary people always need to eat!" Sun Jianping responded neither softly nor harshly, and Li Tu'ao was immediately choked and speechless.

"Leader, let's stop standing here and go home!"

"Okay, okay, they just want to see our most standard Northeastern folk houses. Don't you know that artistic creation requires inspiration, and this inspiration comes from reality, especially this kind of folk houses with classical charm, which can inspire inspiration the most..."

"As soon as I entered this small village, my inspiration was like pissing, I couldn't hold it back!"

Lu Xiaobo started to curse, and Miss Qian frowned. "Brother, answer them yourself. I'll go see where the kids are."

After saying this, she turned around and ran away, decisively and resolutely, without the slightest trace of nostalgia!
Sun Jianping scratched his head and these two sentences suddenly popped up in his mind. He stomped his feet in annoyance and said, Damn it!

I'm almost a poet!

"This is our house. It has two and a half rooms. The west room is for the children, and the east room is for the two of us... This is called a kang cabinet, and it's used to store bedding..."

Sun Jianping had no choice but to lead this group of "literary men" into his small house and introduce these Northeastern-style items to everyone one by one. Everyone looked around like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, and everything they saw was strange. They even picked up the water scoop to play with it, and sighed, "Oh, water scoop, a gourd is sawed in half, the white pulp is removed and placed on the side of the jar, and then scoop up some cool water and drink it to relieve their annoyance..."

vomit!
The kitten, who was sleeping soundly on the kang with its legs spread out, was frightened when it saw these "things" swarming in. It screamed in surprise, jumped into Sun Jianping's arms, and looked at these uninvited guests in fear!
"Oh, what a big cat, covered with fur..."

Sun Jianping was almost crying!
He had been working in the countryside for sixteen years and was in his thirties, but he had never been as devastated as he was now!
I beg all the great poets to put away your magical powers and stop reciting a poem for everything you see. Even the cats and dogs in our village can’t stand you!
"The ceiling is really strange, with layers of newspapers pasted on it, covering up the traces of time..."

Well, the masters have started reciting poems and composing couplets again!

"You guys chat first, I'll go get some fish and we'll have fish for dinner!" As the sun was setting, the gang was still circling the yard, scaring away even the king of beasts, the tiger!
Tiger: Tiger is a tiger, but these guys are real tigers!
Black horse...

He had already run to Zhang Ziyi's house to "hide from the disaster"!
These people are more ferocious than any beast!
Why are you waiting for something? You might as well run away. If you get caught, you’ll be groped and asked to write a few poems. Then we’ll see if you feel disgusted or not and whether you want to vomit or not!
(End of this chapter)