In fact, if Wang Kewang and others want to hold a poetry conference, even if they don’t want to spend money, they don’t necessarily need to find sponsors.
Although "Shilin" is just an ordinary private magazine, Wang Kewang's status is extraordinary after all. His grandfather Wang Meng is a figure who always trembles when he stomps his feet in both the political and cultural circles.
As long as Wang Kewang is willing to talk to Yang Fengxia and others from the Writers' Association, I'm afraid the Writers' Association will take over the matter on their own initiative. Then the official funding will be provided, and the poetry conference will naturally be held decently.
Probably Wang Kewang didn't want to back up his grandfather's influence, so he didn't want to say this.
Zhuang Yu and others heard that Wang Kewang wanted to hold a poetry conference of his own, but they were not very optimistic about it.
On the one hand, there is a real lack of soil for poetry to grow in China. It has only been two years since Zhang Zhong made poetry popular among ordinary people.
Since it is an event destined to be unpopular, of course no capital is willing to invest in it.
On the other hand, this event probably won't attract many poetry authors, because the conference is destined to be unable to win major awards. Without official cooperation, it will be difficult for private organizations to win literary awards on their own.
Poets also want to eat, drink, and poop, and poets also seek profit. Therefore, if there is no profit, no one is willing to participate.
Unable to attract both the audience and the author, the results of this activity are destined to be in vain.
Liu Yuan glanced at Zhang Zhong. In fact, this matter is not hopeless. As long as Wang Kewang can invite Zhang Zhong, this guy will bring 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 doesn't rely on this to make a living at all. Why should he go there to support him? Even if Wang Kewang and Zhang Zhong have a good relationship, this is not how favors are used.
This is probably why Wang Kewang did not find Zhang Zhong when he wanted to hold a poetry conference.
However, Liu Yuan still came up with an idea, "Now that TV variety shows are so popular, I think you might as well find another way and find a TV station to cooperate with to create a program similar to "The Scholar"."
Liu Yuan is indeed a water god on the Internet, and his ideas are so closely following the trend of the times.
But this idea is nothing new. After all, there are TV programs about poetry, but they are all average.
Moreover, the purpose of hosting a program on TV is different from that of hosting a poetry competition in "Poetry".
The poetry conference envisioned by Wang Kewang and others is a high-end event that brings together outstanding domestic poets, not the messy ones on TV programs.
So Wang Kewang shook his head and said, "We have thought about this before, but we still feel it is not appropriate."
At this point, he waved his hand and said, "I won't mention this in advance. Mr. Lin, how long do you plan to stay in Yanjing this time?"
This statement was meant to be a test. Wang Kewang wanted to confirm the authenticity of the news Yu Dongyu said.
Lin Ai did not give a direct answer, but said, "I'm not sure about the specifics. Anyway, it's just a few days. But it's probably a week. I haven't been to Yanjing for a long time, so I want to take advantage of this."
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 arrived at Mr. Wang's place and met a few people, I want you to correct it."
Wang Meng became interested, "Since there is a masterpiece, why don't we go inside and let Lin Ai write it for us to enjoy."
Lin Ai didn't refuse, "Then it would be embarrassing."
At 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 in the study room, Wang Kewang prepared paper and pen.
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 close relationship with Lin Ai and didn't know how he behaved in normal times, so it was difficult for them to judge whether today's behavior was normal or abnormal.
In fact, Wang Kewang also had some doubts. Lin Ai was usually a rigid and disciplined person and would not do anything like offering poems in public.
When the paper and pen were ready, Lin Ai wrote:
I'm already busy in my leisure time, so I'm trying on my travel clothes.
Where the willows are closed, the sweet-scented osmanthus shines with dawn.
The fragrance of dew spreads deep down the path, and the magpie's chatter quietly surrounds the corridor.
It's only autumn and August, but it's still worse than Yike Mania.
Five miles after crossing the bridge, there are three trees in the pavilion.
The wind turns, the sound of the market boils, and the dust rushes away.
The orioles are trembling with pity, and their clothes are slender.
Just outside the suburban altar, the autumn clouds always look like dragons.
After Lin Ai finished writing the sixteen lines of the poem, it filled up a piece of paper.
In order to facilitate others' evaluation and to pursue speed, he used running script.
After finishing writing, he put down his pen and said with a smile, "Please give me some advice from Mr. Wang and other gentlemen."
When he started writing, everyone was reading it, and by the time he finished, everyone else had also finished reading.
Zhang Zhong looked at this poem, and to be honest, it was quite good. Lin Ai really advocated rhythm, and the rhythm of this poem was very strict and appropriate.
The so-called rhythm, that is, long verse, as the name suggests, is a lengthened version of the general verse. It is extended by auxiliary arrangement according to the format of the general verse, so it is also called the verse.
This rhythmic poem by Lin Ai is a long landscape poem, but it is a bit strange to read because it is about a lively overpass.
But today’s overpass does not have the scenery described in the poem.
But no matter what, this poem is a good poem.
Wang Meng spoke first. He nodded and said, "Well, this poem is good, but the words need a little heat."
In fact, the calligraphy is not bad, but in Wang Meng's opinion, it is still a little short of skill. After all, Lin Ai is not a calligrapher, and he doesn't usually write a lot of calligraphy.
"It's embarrassing."
"It's not ugly, it's not ugly. Although this word is a bit lacking in proficiency, it's not something that ordinary people can write. Let's just say these..." When Wang Meng originally wanted to say that even these guys couldn't write it, he suddenly thought of it.
After reading Zhang Zhong's words, he didn't say any more.
Lin Ai looked at Zhang Zhong and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Zhang?"
The others didn't ask, but asked Zhang Zhong alone. Everyone knew what Lin Ai wanted to do.
In fact, Lin Ai had no other intention. He just wanted to give Zhang Zhong a try. He had read Zhang Zhong's "Collection of Lotus Leaves" before and felt that this guy's poems were too self-centered and unrestrained.
Later, he happened to see the poem "To a Wine Journey" that Zhang Zhong originally wrote for He Ru, and felt that the two people were completely different. Therefore, he seriously doubted that Zhang Chong had not written the poem at all.
In his opinion, someone who could write a poem like "A Wine Journey" would not write "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming".
In fact, he was right, because Li He couldn't write Haizi, and Haizi naturally couldn't write Li He.
But Zhang Zhong was a bug, and it was not within his common sense at all.