It took eight years to debut

Xueman smiled and said: "Next year, we will also invite Professor Wang to give lectures at Peking University. Can't we also keep the blackboard that Professor Wang used? Try to let Professor Wang write more words, more than Zhejiang University."

Xue Zhenguo smiled noncommittally.

He is not used to and doesn't like taking a young man so seriously.

In terms of seniority, it has penetrated into the bones of everyone in the literary circle!

Especially Xue Zhenguo and the older generation, such as Xueman's generation, are not too serious!

However, Xue Zhenguo and others always believed that no matter how talented young people are, it would be difficult for them to make it into the elegant hall!

Too young, too young!

You are wrong.

It doesn't matter how talented you are.

No matter how amazing you have written.

As long as you are young.

Then you are not qualified enough, and you still need the so-called tempering and the so-called accumulated experience.

And as long as you are old enough and well-connected enough, even if you write shit, there will be a large group of people touting it as all kinds of masterpieces.

Although Xue Zhenguo couldn't understand many things in the circle, he didn't like it.

However, he is still instinctively maintaining this so-called tradition.

Ding!

A reminder sound came from Xueman's cell phone.

This is specially set by her. Whenever Wang Qian posts a new Weibo message, she will be given a special notification sound.

"Professor Wang sent a message, let me see!"

Xueman immediately picked up the phone next to her, turned on the screen and looked at it.

enter the Weibo!

I saw that Wang Qian did post a Weibo message just now.

"Sorry, I came back late last night and was too tired, so I didn't wake up until just now. I saw that everyone brought me a surprise. Now the number of downloads of Dadi has exceeded 500 million. This is what you gave me. Surprised. This data has definitely met my expectations, and the improvement is still obvious.”

"I'm very happy that this song can be liked by everyone. After I sort it out a little bit, I will show you a new poem I wrote."

After reading Xueman, she was a little disappointed.

Not published work.

However, she still liked and reposted the package and delivered it.

Xue Zhenguo hurriedly asked: "How is it? What work did you release? Read it out and let me hear it."

Xueman shook her head: "Haven't sent it yet, he just got up when he said it, he'll sort out his thoughts before sending it out."

Xue Zhenguo: "This kid's works really make people look forward to. In the current literary world, few people can make me look forward to this."

Xueman smiled and said: "There are very few people? I didn't see it. Who else is worthy of my expectation? Senior Sister Dongmei is barely half of them. I am embarrassed to read the poems written by those other people. There is still one A large group of people praise it, and I doubt whether these people have gone to school."

Xueman thought of the works of the vice chairman of a writers association in a certain province in Northwest China, all kinds of vulgar shit and shit, and a group of people touted it there, just because his father was old enough and had many masterpieces, and later generations relied on shit, shit, and shit. Can be hereditary to sit on the position of vice chairman of shoe making!

Let Xueman, the young man, be speechless.

Xue Zhenguo fell silent and thought about it carefully.

It seems that in the field of poetry, he really can't think of any other works that he looks forward to so much.

Perhaps, the works of some talented authors made him more recognized.

However, there is no new work that has not yet been published, which makes him look forward to it so much.

Ding!

Here comes new news.

Xueman immediately opened Wang Qian's Weibo.

I saw that a piece of work had already appeared on the page and was published by Wang Qian.

Xueman's eyes lit up, and she read out in a low voice: "September [-], Chongyang homesickness, this is the title, it looks like an ancient poem."

Xue Zhenguo couldn't wait any longer, and without waiting for Xue Mannian, he directly leaned over to watch.

"Lonely in a foreign land as a stranger,"

"I think about my loved ones a lot during the festive season."

"Yaozhi brother ascended the high place,"

"There is one less person to plant dogwood all over the place."

The short four-line poem, the father and daughter read it quickly.

Xue Zhenguo looked at it carefully again, talking to himself.

"Lonely in a foreign land as a stranger, I miss my relatives during the festive season. Knowing that my brothers climbed to a high place, there is one less person who planted dogwood all over the place?"

"There is one less person planted with dogwood? What do you mean? What is dogwood?"

Some doubts appeared on Xue Zhenguo's face, and he thought about it carefully.

Xueman quickly searched the Internet, and then said: "In some places, there is a custom of climbing high during the Double Ninth Festival, and there is also a custom of planting dogwood on the head, which can keep you safe. There are records in ancient books..."

Xue Zhenguo nodded, already remembered.

Among some ancient poems and prose, when writing about the Double Ninth Festival, some of them mentioned cornel!

It's just that these works are not very famous, so he didn't think of them just now.

After thinking about it carefully, he remembered.

"Wang Qian's literary background is very deep."

Xue Zhenguo praised: "There are no miserable words in this poem, but it expresses a kind of loneliness in a foreign land and longing for relatives back home. The more I think about it, the more memorable it becomes."

"Another masterpiece..."

In the last sentence, Xue Zhenguo sighed, his expression and tone were a bit complicated!

I don't know whether it is joy or worry.

What a joy to see such a masterpiece come out.

What is worrying is that Wang Qian's talent in ancient poetry is indeed the best in the world, and no one can compare.

This kind of work can be regarded as a masterpiece in the era of ancient literary giants. Wang Qian published one after another as if it was worthless!

How did this make other literati of the same period live?

How can the so-called seniors in the Writers Association, who fight for power and profit all day long, have any face?

Xue Zhenguo is looking forward to Wang Qian's works this time. He is expecting that Wang Qian will continue to publish excellent works. He is also looking forward to Wang Qian's failure. mood!

Xue Man also read it carefully a few times, then nodded and said: "Well, it is indeed a good composition."

Xueman picked up the brush and wrote down the poem stroke by stroke on the white paper, then liked and reposted Wang Qian's work on Weibo, and then commented: "Good work, using the allusion of Zhuyu The first sentence is a direct point. I am a stranger in a foreign land alone, and I miss my relatives during the festive season. Although the narrative is plain, it makes people feel homesickness. The allusions on the back and forth aggravate the feeling of nostalgia and missing relatives."

"It's really a masterpiece of ancient poetry about the Double Ninth Festival."

launch!

Xueman took a picture of what she wrote with a brush and sent it out.

At this moment, Xue Zhenguo took out his mobile phone and swiped Weibo, and found that many people in the literary and artistic circles he followed had made some comments on this work.

Among them, Tang Hepeng also commented: "It is another excellent ancient poem, no worse than the famous works about the Double Ninth Festival in history. Professor Wang's works have never disappointed me."

Xue Zhenguo said indifferently: "This old Tang is now bragging about Wang Qian all the time."

Xueman didn't speak, but looked at Wang Qian's Weibo, hoping that Wang Qian would reply and interact with her.

However, after waiting for more than a minute, she still didn't get Wang Qian's reply, and her face was a little disappointed.

Xueman also looked through the people in the literary circle she followed, and frowned slightly when she saw a name.

Guo Zhuangzhuang?

This guy was educated by Wang Qian in the Zhejiang University class last time. After disappearing for a while, now he jumped out again?

Xueman stared at the phone screen.

Guo Zhuangzhuang released the latest news 1 minute ago: "This poem is considered a masterpiece among Chongyang poems. A female friend of mine recently wrote a poem about Chongyang, and I just want to ask Professor Wang for advice. Because my My friend doesn’t like to play Weibo, so I don’t have an account, so I’ll post it on my behalf.”

"Drunken flowers are cloudy, the autumn wind is high and the moon is thick."

"..."

Xueman carefully read the new work released by Guo Zhuangzhuang, and immediately said to his father: "Dad, look at Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo, he posted an ancient Chongyang poem on behalf of me. I checked it, and it seems to be the work of Senior Sister Dongmei."

Xue Zhenguo was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Guo Zhuangzhuang's published work, read it for a while, and said softly: "It is indeed a good graceful poem, the poem written by Zuihuayin is also about the Double Ninth Festival, and the style is a bit like Dongmei's style. However, how could Dongmei be with Guo Zhuangzhuang?"

Xueman shook her head: "I don't know, Senior Sister Dongmei is a professor at Shancheng University, so she doesn't know Guo Zhuangzhuang well."

Xue Zhenguo also shook his head in doubt: "She hasn't called me recently, and she should tell me when she returns to Beijing at the end of the year to look for me."

Xueman: "I think Senior Sister Dongmei might have been tricked into boarding a thief ship by Guo Zhuangzhuang. Senior Sister Dongmei doesn't play Weibo, and she doesn't usually like surfing the Internet. She probably didn't know what was going on, so she was fooled by Guo Zhuangzhuang and posted it. work."

Xue Zhenguo nodded: "It is possible that this girl is older than me, and it is really possible that she was deceived by someone like Guo Zhuangzhuang with an impure mind. However, the level of this poem is still a bit behind that of Wang Qian's poem. However, One is an ancient poem and the other is an ancient word, so it’s hard to say.”

"Guo Zhuangzhuang did this on purpose."

I deliberately used ancient words to ask Wang Qian for advice, so that he could not respond with this poem.

Otherwise, you will lose directly.

In terms of writing, Wang Qian's poems are obviously better, more like the works of ancient writers.

However, the ancient poem released by Guo Zhuangzhuang is not so ancient, and people with profound literary background can tell it is a work of modern people at a glance.

As for Wang Qian's works, if you don't write the author's name, if you just look at the works, you will almost think that it is the masterpiece of a certain ancient writer.

This is the gap.

However, what Guo Zhuangzhuang said was an ancient word.

Then, Wang Qian will respond with ancient words, or pretend not to see it.

Many people in the literary circle have noticed this matter and have paid attention to it.

And Wang Qian's attention is extremely high.

Therefore, many fans of Wang Qian's fans, as well as passers-by and melon-eating netizens who paid attention to this matter, all forwarded and liked it one after another, bringing the rhythm.

"Professor Wang's poem looks very good, but Guo Zhuangzhuang's work also looks very good."

"Finally, I got Professor Wang's masterpiece. It turned out to be an ancient poem. It's amazing, amazing. Although I didn't understand it very well, I just called 666."

"Wait for the big ones to analyze the wave."

"Many big V's in the literary circle have applauded."

"I read Xueman's and Professor Tang's comments, and they all said it was an excellent work."

"Have you read Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo?"

"Guo Zhuangzhuang? That Guo Zhuangzhuang who was convicted of plagiarism and still refuses to admit it?"

"Look, Guo Zhuangzhuang still has the face to ask Professor Wang to teach ancient works, hahaha..."

……

mountain city.

One piece is located in the area of ​​riverside villas.

Guo Zhuangzhuang stands on the roof terrace of a villa.

A few meters away, a woman wearing a simple Hanfu, holding a brush in her hand and concentrating on writing, with her hair in a bun and simply blowing in her ears, as if she came out of a painting, stood on a mahogany desk. In front of the stage, he concentrated on writing running script stroke by stroke.

Guo Zhuangzhuang said with a smile: "Dongmei, I just posted an ancient ci work of yours last year on the Internet, and asked Professor Wang to comment on it. He didn't speak for a while, maybe he was shocked by your work."

Xiao Dongmei didn't speak, and kept writing a word, put down the brush, and then said softly: "Who are you fooling with my work again?"

The sound is like a hot spring, crisp and warm.

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled and said, "I'm not fooling around. That Professor Wang is really talented and powerful!"