The counterattack begins with Fan Shengmei in Ode to Joy

Chapter 320

When Sun Xiaoning came back from get off work, he was followed by a string of tails.

From the moment the students entered the gate, they looked around, just like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden.

"Miss Ning, is this really your home?"

"correct."

The students were amazed, and Sun Xiaoning went to the kitchen to prepare some fruits for them, which were always kept at home.

The students are a little embarrassed, you poke me, I poke you.

"Don't be shy, eat!"

"Hey, okay, thank you, Miss Ning."

Zhuang Ziqiang came back at the end of get off work today, even though he no longer went to work.

After entering the door, he found that there were actually a lot of people in the house.

Seeing him come back, Sun Xiaoning immediately stepped forward and explained the reason.

Zhuang Ziqiang was a little excited when he heard that he was here to ask for a manuscript, but when he said that it was a student-sponsored publication, he immediately lost interest.

After a long time, I wanted to prostitute me for nothing.

But, don't tell me, this group of green students called "Teacher Zhuang" one after another, their eyes were full of admiration, Zhuang Ziqiang's heart of being a good teacher really moved.

That's it!

They are all souls thirsting for knowledge, and they don't care about money, it's vulgar.

"Mr. Zhuang, not only the students of our school, but almost all the college students in Yanjing have read your poem since it was published, and they all like it very much."

"That's right, Teacher Zhuang. There is a shortage of poets with talent and works like you in the domestic poetry circle. You must help us."

……

Zhuang Ziqiang sighed in his heart, the current students' aesthetic ability is indeed very high, and their speech is strangely pleasant.

He also didn't expect that the little poems he wrote casually for his wife would be sought after by so many college students.

This is probably talent.

Zhuang Ziqiang would not admit that he was overwhelmed by the compliments of these college students. He never expected that he would become a sought-after poet in the mission world.

Think about those entertainment works that do not exist in the mission world, or should I work hard in this direction in the future?
Doing business or something is still a bit vulgar.

and many more!

No, this group of personnel plans to prostitute me for nothing.

It is impossible to give money.

Sure enough, those who engage in literature are all poor ghosts!

After extinguishing the thoughts of a generation of literary heroes, Zhuang Ziqiang still agreed to the students' requests for manuscripts.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he wrote vigorously.

In this way, the two poems were freshly released.

The leading student picked up the poem written by Zhuang Ziqiang, his eyes lit up.

you,
look at me for a while,

watch the clouds for a while;

I think,
When you look at me far away,

You are very close when you look at the clouds.

After the students recited this freshly released little poem emotionally, everyone present was amazed at Mr. Zhuang's talent.

""Far and Near", the name is wonderful. It seems that there is only one picture, but it is divided into two levels: seeing and thinking. There are also three images: you, me, and cloud.

In just [-] or [-] words, it expounds a wonderful philosophy that has existed in our lives for a long time but is often ignored by us. "

"The material is you, me, and the cloud, and the spirit is your attention to the cloud and the deep affection of "I" for you; the distance of matter exists objectively, and the distance of the soul cannot be defined or measured; "I" is real, and the cloud is erratic Yes, the real you are far away from the real "I", but very close to the erratic clouds, isn't this the eternal confusion caused by human distance?"

Zhuang Ziqiang was in a daze back to the time when he was doing Chinese reading comprehension in middle school.

As expected of Yan Normal University's top student, with just a few words of poetry, it can be analyzed with clarity and glibness.

This is exactly the most original idea of ​​Mr. Zhuang when he created it!

bosom friend!Bosom friend!

"Is there another one? Read the next one quickly."

After appreciating the first poem written by Zhuang Ziqiang, some students anxiously urged the second poem.

The leading student sank into his dantian again and read aloud.

"The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find the light."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the students looked at the person who recited it.

"Gone?"

"No more. Just this sentence, it's called "One Generation"."

The students just wanted to express their dissatisfaction with Zhuang Ziqiang's "shortness", but when they heard the title of the poem "One Generation", they fell into silence for a short time.

Is "One Generation" short?
Short, really short.

But also really good.

A poem in one sentence, but with a long aftertaste.

Especially the title of the poem with the words "one generation".

These students are all people who have experienced the turbulent times. After reading this poem, they immediately thought of everything they encountered in the past years.

Some students with a strong sense of empathy had tears in their eyes, and some students were muttering to themselves.

"One generation, one generation, the writing is so good, it's so good!"

"Black eyes, looking for light, what a great intention! What a poetic genius!"

Zhuang Ziqiang was inexplicably scared when he looked at this group of students who were in a frenzy.

Especially after they were separated from the emotion of the poem, the way they looked at themselves felt like a younger brother who had entered the kingdom of daughters.

Even his daughter-in-law Sun Xiaoning looked at him with unspeakable admiration and admiration.

Finished!

Pretending to be big!

He didn't expect that classmate Gu's poems were so powerful.

But think about it, at least he is one of the brightest stars in the wave of poetry craze in the real world, and what he wrote is a masterpiece among them.

For these students, it is basically a dimensionality reduction blow.

Everyone is going crazy!

The leading student bowed sincerely to Zhuang Ziqiang, and said emotionally: "Mr. Zhuang, thank you very much, thank you very much. Thank you for giving such an excellent poem to our "Morning Star", which can be published Your work is our pleasure.

Please rest assured that when we return to Yanjing, we will try our best to promote your works, so that more poetry lovers can see that there are talented poets like you in China. "

At this time, it is necessary to reflect Teacher Zhuang's modesty and lack of fame and fortune.

Zhuang Ziqiang waved his hand, "It's just two little poems, not worth mentioning. If you like it, publish it!"

The students said excitedly: "Mr. Zhuang, don't worry, after these two poems are published, we can guarantee that you will be famous all over China."

Zhuang Ziqiang touched his nose with a guilty conscience. After all, he was standing on the shoulders of giants. His classmates sincerely wanted to make him famous, so he could only dissuade him: "If others ask for my information, you must not disclose it. "

The students suddenly stood up high.

Treating fame and wealth like dung, this is the person who really loves poetry!
The students bowed to Zhuang Ziqiang again in unison, "Thank you, Teacher Zhuang."

"Students, please be polite!"

The students were overjoyed when they got the manuscript as they wished, and it was such a high-quality poem.

Zhuang Ziqiang asked Sun Xiaoning to go out to buy vegetables and arrange dinner, and today he wanted to keep these students at home for dinner.

What a good young man who loves literature!
(End of this chapter)