"Indeed, Misty Poetry has limitations and problems, just like the "Daydream" of Teacher Kitajima, which has long-winded and unknown intentions in some places, but you have to admit that it is a good poem!" Xia Hongjun was passionate.

"Look at this sentence: the world is as small as a street set / We met, you nodded / omitted all the past / omitted greetings / Maybe joy is just a process / everything is over.../

And this sentence:

"You did not return as scheduled, this is exactly the meaning of parting."

Don't you think it's beautiful?!"

Hu Dong did not answer.

He had to admit that although the long poem written by Kitajima is not as good as "Answer" and "Everything", it is also a masterpiece, which can surpass most of the poems published in the poetry world today!

In fact, he is not opposed to a specific poem, but only to the expression of Misty Poetry, this genre.

He was about to defend himself but was snatched by Xia Hongjun: I also admit that modern poetry itself needs to be developed and improved, but the so-called rash dynasty that you advocate is definitely not the future of poetry!”

He said this and stared at Hu Dong: "Do you dare to recite the song "Women" you wrote last time we ate hot pot?!"

Hu Dong was silent.

He knew very well that the poem that insulted women was circulating in their small circles and received praise, but he did not dare to recite it in public. There were so many people present, how dare they offend young women?

"Don't you dare? Because you feel guilty!" Xia Hongjun saw Hu Dong like that, and sneered and continued, "Because you understand in your heart that it is not called poetry at all! It's a kind of venting! In order to oppose Misty Poetry, you actually use vulgar language. Don't you think you are too childish and ridiculous?"

Hu Dong was immediately angry: "I am guilty? A joke? I dare to read it if I dare to write!" After that, I read it aloud.

"You are soft, curly, soft belly

You are a swollen Adam's apple with hard stubble

You have a breast stain on your chest, a messy dress, a colorful diapers

...

...

Before Hu Dong finished reading, there was an uproar in the venue. Many young women were so angry that their faces were flushed and they glared at Hu Dong.

"Rogue!" a girl couldn't help but curse loudly.

Hu Dong hurriedly explained that I am not insulting women, the women here are just appearances, and the pursuit of the original ecology of life is characterized by...

But who is willing to listen to girls?

broken……

Shang Zhongmin and Wan Xia looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

A good scene was actually smashed by Hu Dong's reckless performance!

Now who can listen to what you say?

At this time, the host came forward in time to stop the chaos. Xia Hongjun continued: "Modern poetry has been born less than a hundred years ago. Compared with the development of ancient poetry for thousands of years, he is like a toddler and is still very fragile.

"We poets should take care of us and treat poetry with a pious attitude, rather than act recklessly, oppose for opposition, and destroy it for the sake of opposition. If one day the poetry world is filled with poems like "Women", then that is the real sadness of poetry!"

“Wow…”

There was applause in the venue.

Regardless of whether Xia Hongjun's proposal for the "Three Beauties" of poetry in magazines was completely correct, his serious attitude towards poetry is worthy of recognition.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Hongjun explained his views on poetry and advocated rhythmic writing. Gu Cheng said that he understood the purity of poetry language in the quiet forest, just like the sound of nature...

The top ten poets each talked about their own opinions. Bei Dao calmed down at this time and talked about his impression of young Sichuan poets. He mentioned the works of Bai Hua and Zhai Yongming, and expressed his willingness to communicate with young Sichuan poets such as Liao Yiwu.

After the poetry exchange meeting in the morning, in the evening, the poets went to Chengdu Xinsheng Theater to participate in the event. The two thousand seats were packed and the audience was filled with crowds. The top ten poets all appeared and received the honorary certificate of "Top Ten Middle-aged and Young Poets in China" issued by the chairman of the Sichuan Federation of Literary and Art Circles, followed by a literary and artistic performance. The host also ingeniously asked the ten poets to perform a program on stage.

For poets, not all of them are versatile. Most of them recite their own poems. Gu Cheng recited "The Alley" and "The Far and Near", Shu Ting recited "To the Oak", and Bei Dao was his "Answer"

Despicable is the pass for despicable people,

Noble is the epitaph of the noble.

...

As soon as he opened his mouth, almost all the poetic fans in the audience stood up and recited loudly with him:

Tell you, the world,

I--no--believe it!

Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,

Then count me as the 1,000th.

.....

.....

For a moment, a passionate voice echoed in the hall in the theater.

Xia Hongjun stood up and recited loudly with the poem in excitement.

This poem was first published in "Today" around the Qingming Festival in 1976. Later, as the first publicly published hazy poem, a thunder thunder began the ten years of poetry rushing. Many people read this poem and walked towards the path of poetry without hesitation.

In addition to the poet's own recitation, the radio announcer recited the poet Ye Wenfu's poem "General, You Can't Do This" on the stage. Amid the cheers of the audience, Ye Wenfu walked onto the stage. He waved his arm to the dark audience, shouted "My people," and fainted on the ground.

Xia Hongjun in the audience was stunned.

Only in this era, I dare to recite such poems and perform such dramas...

Finally, it was Xia Hongjun's turn.

Unlike others, he came onto the stage with an acoustic guitar.

This was not his intention, but when everyone was talking about the show tonight in the hotel this afternoon, they basically recited poetry in the city. Later, Beidao asked Xia Hongjun, you are the only college student here, can you order songs and dances?

People who were exempted said that our group of people were all poetry, so Xia Hongjun volunteered to play a guitar.

Sitting on a folding chair, the host squatted and aimed the microphone in his hand at the guitar, Xia Hongjun bounced up lightly.

It's still the song "Love Romans"

You are an ugly duck by my pond

You are a bamboo fence under the moonlight

...

...

The sound of the piano immediately attracted the attention of the poetic fans in the audience.

"Hey, buddy, what kind of song does Xia Hongjun play? It's pretty good." A short-haired boy whispered to his companion.

"When the host reported the show, he seemed to be calling, "Love...Love... whatever he calls him, it sounds good anyway." His companion answered angrily.

"This song is called "Romance of Love" is a traditional Spanish folk song." A girl sitting next to her suddenly spoke.

The two young men suddenly turned their heads and looked at her.

In fact, they had long noticed the beautiful girl sitting next to them. If she had put it in the past, she would definitely go to chat with her.

But today I dare not because she is a soldier.
Chapter completed!