Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 170 The poetry meeting book is being fired

"When cobwebs ruthlessly seized my hearth,

"When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty,

"I still stubbornly spread the ashes of hope,

"Write it with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future..."

In the large dining room, on a temporary high platform, a young scholar specially invited from outside the school was reciting a poem with great emotion.

The underground was full of heads. Because there were too many people, no one brought in stools. Everyone was standing. At this moment, everyone’s spine was straight. They were all affected by the frustrated mood in the poem, but still had good expectations for tomorrow. infected.

A spiritual feast.

This is exactly what the young people of this era are longing for.

Later someone recalled: We had dreams at that time, about literature, about love, about traveling across the world.

Li Jiankun remembered that there was another sentence to this sentence: Nowadays, when we drink late at night, when the cups touch each other, it is the sound of broken dreams.

This is an era of idealists. Perhaps from the perspective of future generations, it is accompanied by a certain degree of ignorance, but we have to admit that it is very pure.

As soon as he finished saying this in his mind, Shen Hongyi took a deep breath on the stage and slowly raised her head.

Li Jiankun smiled slightly, that's right, did you think that Mengwu Shi was called for nothing?

If you are in poverty, if you are in suffering, if you lie flat you will starve, if you do not struggle you will be beaten, people need the enlightenment and power of words, even if it is reckless, even if it is slightly ignorant.

The poet made a good call. What he wants to do is to compete for the sky!

"Tick!"

To be honest, when I heard this poem, I felt a little excited and wanted to go there immediately and advance my plan.

<divclass="contentadv">"The night closes behind you,

"You walk towards the night sky,

Li Jiankun's eyesight was very good in his life, and he was consciously protecting it. Even though he was hundreds of meters away, he could still clearly see her breasts rising and falling clearly.

"you say!"

Just gave it to him.

And more people see that if others want it, then she wants it too.Don't think that these are the only buyers. There are still many people surrounding the door of the dormitory, making it difficult to squeeze in.

She is a very emotional girl, and the scene just now has been lingering in her mind for a long time——

"That's right, who cares about the complete one? Is it just a book? I have heard some news that there is a history behind it."

At the end of the poem, Miss Shen stopped speaking.

'Silly girl, don't be afraid. '

He has already decided on his itinerary. In late December, he will bid farewell to the 70s and welcome the 80s in Pengcheng.

"Next, I would like to invite Shen Hongyi, a freshman in the Department of Literature of the 79th class and a member of the Morning Club, to recite the poem "Late Autumn Night in Peryjing" for everyone."

"Clap clap clap clap!"

He used to disdain spiritual food, but at this moment he understood that human beings cannot do without literature.

"Or make a little leaf,

Li Jiankun stood at the door of the dining room. He was a person who did not belong to this era. He could neither fully empathize with the emotions of children nor appreciate poetry and literature. What really touched him was just this purity and simplicity.

He is so nice.

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One day later, Building 34, Dormitory 206.

Li Jiankun waved his mind and looked towards the stage.

"Night, overflowing the warning lines of street lights,

"To extinguish the stars,

However, the children who come later, it is precisely because of the stupidity of this generation that you can live a life without worrying about food and clothing.

The delicate oval face, big watery eyes, small upturned nose, and a touch of curved red lips exude the unique youth and cuteness of a girl.

"Smart girl." Li Jiankun praised.

"Hey! I haven't finished memorizing it yet. Can someone lend me a copy?"

“Go fight for the sky!

Wronged.

"Hiding in the remaining dreams of mine."

If I remember correctly, this is a chapter-style poem with six chapters in total.

Unscripted reading.

With tears falling down the stage, Shen Hongyi bowed deeply and finally walked off the stage calmly without any regrets.

"Late Autumn Night in Peryjing"?Is it from Shu Ting?Will it come out now?

It may not be the final version of later generations, but it is no exaggeration to say that the collective strength of the thirteen university literary societies behind "This Generation" has become overwhelming.

Miss Shen paused and followed the sound. She saw a tall young man standing at the door of the farthest dining room. He raised his hands above his head and clapped his hands vigorously and firmly, one after another...

When everyone turns a blind eye to her efforts, there is one person who has been watching her silently from a distance and giving her the firmest support and affirmation.

To be honest, Li Jiankun was worried about her. In some aspects, Miss Shen, who was not really a big woman, still had her pride.

"The wind followed and shook every poplar tree,

"With a roar like the tide,

"Let's go too!

"Hey! Hong Yi, don't tell me. If it's complete, I don't want it."

Miss Shen has a very nice voice. She usually speaks as crisply as an oriole. When she recited, she was full of emotion, just like a bird singing gracefully in the forest.

"Answering the song of the forest..."

On the stage, Miss Shen didn't get any feedback and didn't know whether she was performing well or not. She finally dared to look at the audience, but no one paid attention to her...

Shen Hongyi was blocked by the window and was under great pressure. She was a little sister who had just entered the school and didn't want to offend anyone. There were a few people who didn't speak much and were even more imposing, all of whom were senior students.

Feeling this atmosphere firsthand, Li Jiankun deeply realized the surging power of literature for the first time.

Can't understand.

She used a very silly but very effective method: looking forward, but her eyes were not focused, and her vision was mostly hazy, thereby eliminating the pressure of more than 2000 people in the audience.

"Hong Yi, if you can ask me for help, sisters, Luo Xiaoxia in your dormitory has already said that you have two copies of "This Generation" in your hand, give me one."

At the end of every poetry or prose recitation, there will always be overwhelming applause.

"Hongyi, don't listen to her. Give it evenly to me. We are in the same class."

Many girls don’t know why they want it, they just want it.

"Becoming an unsolvable mystery,

"A cold tear,

The reaction in the field was completely different from before. Most of the proud people in Yanyuan were stunned after hearing this.

Swish swish!

The students at the scene each had a small notebook and were busy copying the poem they did not understand. They forgot to applaud for a moment.

"This is hazy poetry, hazy poetry!"

At this time, everyone at the scene was affected by the meager applause and generously offered their own applause. Although they did not understand, the girl recited it flawlessly. It is not easy to complete such a long chapter poem.

Someone shouted: "Everyone must understand it carefully and read it again and again."

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Just as she was moving in despair, preparing to walk off the stage, there was a sound in her ears, inaudible applause.

A beautiful figure appeared on the stage, still wearing the same simple clothes as in the morning, taking small steps that were not confident. She seemed not to dare to look down the stage, with her head slightly lowered, she walked to the center of the stage and stood still.

"Zhang Xiangmei, you have to say this, the Red Army and I were in the same team during training."

The tip of Shen Hongyi's nose felt sore, crystal clear eyes were spinning in her eyes, she raised a bright smile and sent it in a targeted manner.

Chicken Soup for the Soul, it was just born in the wrong era, and it became a despicable term.

"Hung on the face of 'eternity',

Li Jiankun noticed a detail: she didn't bring a manuscript.

"Why do you want this book so much? It's not complete..."

Li Jiankun was so mesmerized by what he heard that he actually went... his mind wandered to the sky and fell to the south.

The students were excited, excited, happy, and shed tears... The emotions of this era are so abundant, both for readers and authors.

She now doubts that Senior Li can tell fortunes!

"Can I ask a question?" Shen Hongyi said weakly.

"I didn't expect it to be so complicated. There won't be one later. I feel like it would be a shame not to collect a copy now."

"But I only have two copies. How about I give them both to you? You can discuss it yourself."

"Okay!" A senior sister said and started touching her trouser pockets.

Let money speak, the one with the highest price gets it, the fairest and most effective!

(Historical science: In 1979, the fragmented copy of "This Generation" triggered a rush in Yanyuan, and all [-] copies were sold out in less than a day. The black market price was raised to five yuan per copy, which was ten times higher.)