Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 555 I Have a Poem (Part Three)
In fact, Wang Ke hoped that if they wanted to hold a poetry conference, even if they didn't want to spend money, they didn't necessarily have to seek sponsorship.

Although "Shilin" is just an ordinary private magazine, after all, Wang Kewang's status is not ordinary. His grandfather Wang Meng is a figure who is always trembling when he stomps his feet in the political and cultural circles.

As long as Wang Kewang is willing to talk to Yang Fengxia from the Writers' Association, I'm afraid the Writers Association will take the initiative to take over this matter. When the time comes, the official funding will be paid, and the poetry conference will naturally be able to run decently.

Probably because Wang Kewang didn't want to show his grandfather's power, so he didn't want to say this.

When Zhuang Yu and the others heard that Wang Kewang wanted to hold a poetry conference by himself, they were not very optimistic about it.

On the one hand, the soil for the growth of poetry in China is really scarce. In these years, Zhang Zhong made poetry popular among ordinary people for a period of time.

Since it is an event destined to be unpopular, of course no capital is willing to invest money in it.

On the other hand, this event probably won't attract any poets, because the conference is doomed to not be able to win big awards. Without cooperation with the government, it is still difficult for non-governmental organizations to win literary awards by themselves.

Poets also want to eat and drink, and poets also seek profit, so no one is willing to participate if there is no profit.

Neither the audience nor the author can be attracted, the result of this activity is destined to be for nothing.

Liu Yuan glanced at Zhang Zhong. In fact, this matter is not hopeless. As long as Wang Kewang can invite Zhang Zhong, this guy has his own traffic, whether it is sponsorship or attention, he will naturally go up.

But the problem is that Zhang Zhong only writes poems occasionally, and he doesn't rely on it for food at all, so why should he go to cheer him on? Even if Wang Kewang and Zhang Zhong have a good relationship, favors are not used in this way.

This is probably why Wang Kewang did not seek out Zhang Zhong when he wanted to hold a poetry conference.

However, Liu Yuan came up with an idea, "TV variety shows are so popular now, I think you might as well find another way, find a TV station to cooperate with, and make a program similar to "Scholar"."

Liu Yuan is worthy of being the god of water on the Internet, and his ideas follow the trend of the times so closely.

But the idea is nothing new, after all, there are TV shows about poetry, but they're just so-so.

Moreover, the purpose of holding a program on TV is not the same as that of "Poetry Forest" holding a poetry conference.

The poetry conference that Wang Kewang and the others envisioned is a high-end event that brings together outstanding domestic poets, rather than the messy ones on TV programs.

So Wang Kewang shook his head and said, "We've thought about this before, but we still don't think it's appropriate."

Having said that, he waved his hand again and said, "I won't mention this beforehand, Mr. Lin, how long are you planning to stay in Yanjing this time?"

These words were meant to be probing, Wang Kewang wanted to confirm the truth of the news that Yu Dongyu said.

Lin Ai did not give a positive answer, but said, "I'm not sure about the specifics. Anyway, I'll stay for a few days. But maybe a week is enough. I haven't been to Yanjing for a long time, so I want to take advantage of this opportunity." Opportunity to wander around.”

As he spoke, he changed the topic and said, "When I first came to Yanjing yesterday, I suddenly felt something and got a poem. Now that I have come to Mr. Wang and met a few of you, I want to make everyone correct."

Wang Meng became interested, "Since there are excellent works, why don't we move into the house and let Lin Ai write them for us to appreciate."

Lin Ai didn't refuse, "Then show your shame."

This time, everyone wanted to stand up, Wang Kewang went to help Wang Meng again, but this time Wang Meng did not refuse, and let his grandson help him up.

When everyone arrived at the study, Wang Ke looked to prepare paper and pens.

Zhuang Yu and the others secretly exchanged glances, but they didn't quite understand which song Lin Ai was singing.

After all, they didn't have a deep relationship with Lin Ai, and they didn't know how he usually behaved, so it was hard for them to judge whether such behavior today was normal or abnormal.

In fact, Wang Kewang was also a little puzzled. Lin Ai was usually rigid and self-disciplined, so he wouldn't do something like presenting poems in public.

When the pen and paper were ready, Lin Ai wrote down:

Idle traces are also busy, and I invade Xiao to try out my swim clothes.

Where willows close the door, sweet-scented osmanthus shines.

The dew fragrance is deep in the curtain path, and the magpie language is quiet in the corridor.

It's autumn and August, but it's still lost to Yikekuang.

Crossing the bridge for five miles in autumn, there are three layers of trees in the Fage Pavilion.

The wind turns and the sound of the mall boils, and the dust rushes the horse.

Oriole flowers pity the shock, and the clothes are slender.

Just outside the suburban altar, autumn clouds always look like dragons.

After Lin Ai finished writing the rhythm of the first sixteen sentences, it also filled a piece of paper.

In order to make it easier for others to evaluate later, and at the same time pursue speed, he uses running script.

After finishing writing, he put down his pen and said with a smile, "Please enlighten me, Mr. Wang and all the gentlemen."

When he started writing, everyone was watching, and when he finished writing, everyone else also read it.

Zhang Zhong looked at the poem, and to be honest, it was quite good.Lin Ai really advocates meter, and the meter of this first row is very strict and decent.

The so-called row rhythm, that is, the long rhythm, as the name implies, is an extended version of the general rhythm poem.According to the format of general verses, it is extended by supplementary arrangement, so it is also called arrangement.

This poem by Lin Ai is a long poem about scenery, but it is a bit strange to read, because this poem is about a lively overpass.

But today's Tianqiao doesn't have the scenery written in the poem.

But anyway, this poem is a good poem.

Wang Meng opened his mouth first, he nodded and said, "Well, this poem is not bad, but this word is a bit lacking."

In fact, the handwriting is not bad, but in Wang Meng's opinion, it's really not ready. After all, Lin Ai is not a calligrapher, and he doesn't usually write a lot of calligraphy.

"It's ugly."

"Not ugly, not ugly. Although this word is not good enough, it is not something that ordinary people can write. Let's just talk about these few..." When Wang Meng originally wanted to say that these boys could not write, he suddenly thought After reading Zhang Zhong's words, he didn't say any more.

Lin Ai looked at Zhang Zhong and asked, "What does Mr. Zhang think?"

The others didn't ask, and only asked Zhang Zhong, because everyone knew what Lin Ai wanted to do.

In fact, Lin Ai had no other intentions, he just wanted to try Zhang Zhong. He had read Zhang Zhong's "Lotus Leaf Collection" before, and felt that this guy's poems were too selfish and unrestrained.

Later, I happened to see the song "To the Wine Shop" that Zhang Zhong wrote to He Ruchu, and felt like a different person.He therefore seriously suspects that the poem was not rewritten by Zhang at all.

In his opinion, those who can write poems like "To the Wine Shop" will not write "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".

In fact, he was right, because Li He couldn't write about Haizi, and Haizi couldn't write about Li He either.

But Zhang Zhong is a bug, which is not within his common sense at all.

(End of this chapter)