President Yu said without even looking up, "How come you can write poetry when your legs are covered in mud?"
Any other young man would definitely not be able to bear this insult, but who is Qin Huai? He came here today waiting for this moment and spent a lot of money fishing. He didn't expect to catch President Yu. It was indeed a pleasant surprise.
What's more, the two poems he plagiarized have a powerful magic in themselves, which makes people unable to take their eyes off them, so he doesn't care about people's attitudes at all.
Qin Huai smiled innocently and said, "What a coincidence! I just wrote two poems and I'd like to ask you two teachers for help."
Teacher Xiong snorted in his throat and looked into the distance.
President Yu said impatiently, "Don't look at it, take it away quickly. How come everyone wants to write poetry these days? Is poetry really that easy to write? You look like you haven't eaten in a few days, right? Did you hear that Teacher Xiong was coming today, so you came to wait for us?"
Qin Huai smiled and said: "What a coincidence, what a coincidence, President Yu and Teacher Xiong are literary masters in our county, it is my fate to meet you, please let me take a look."
President Yu waved his hand dismissively and said, "Go, go, go! Farmers should stay in the countryside and work hard, not idle away all day."
That teacher Xiong is probably also a farmer. Precisely because he is a farmer, he looks down on farmers even more. This is the current situation in China. As soon as you leave the countryside, you immediately act superior and suppress the younger generation who also come from rural areas.
Qin Huai had no choice but to say, "Sorry to bother you two teachers."
He turned to leave when someone called out from behind, "Wait, let me see what poem you wrote."
"Excuse me, who are you?"
"Why don't you believe me? I'm the director of our county cultural center. I'm qualified to see it, right?"
It turns out that this teahouse is just as he thought, a gathering place for local literary and artistic figures.
Qin Huai smiled as he heard this and said, "No, no, I was just scared by the two comrades and thought someone was causing trouble. It's my honor if you want to watch it. Please feel free to watch."
As he spoke, he handed over the manuscript. The director took it and looked at it. There were not many words. After taking a look, his eyes immediately widened and asked, "Did you really write this?"
"It's absolutely true. It was just written. So many people are watching."
"Great, great, that's great! I never thought that our Wanbei County could produce a top figure like you."
As he spoke, he took the manuscript and read it over and over again without putting it down.
President Yu asked in surprise, "Old Zhou, what did he write that deserves your expression?"
Director Zhou waved the manuscript in his hand and said, "Worthy? Let me tell you, just these two poems, I dare say no one in our Wanbei County, or even in the entire province, is qualified to evaluate them."
Teacher Xiong curled her lips and said, "Director Zhou, you're going too far. Do you think he's the immortal poet Li Bai?"
"No, no, I'm sorry, Mr. Xiong. These poems are truly stunning. After seeing these two poems and thinking of you, I really feel that our Wanbei County is truly a treasure land of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. First, we produced a great poet like you, and now we have this genius poet."
Although they were all compliments, Director Zhou obviously praised Qin Huai more. Teacher Xiong frowned when he heard it, feeling unhappy.
Qin Huai said, "Director Zhou, you are too kind. I am just a small farmer. Today I would like to ask you teachers to take a look at my work and see if it can be published."
Director Zhou smiled and said to him, "If this poem can't be published, who else can? It's really well written. If this poem gets out, our northern Anhui literary world will be famous throughout the country in the future. By the way, I don't know your name, Master?"
Qin Huai said hurriedly, "No, no, Director Zhou, I am a farmer from Qinjiazhuang on the outskirts of the city. My name is Qin Huai, and these two poems are my debut works. I didn't expect to receive your affirmation. I am so happy."
When these two poems are published, they are bound to shock the world. They are the representative works of two modern masters. Although both authors committed suicide later, the two poems themselves have a lot of tragic atmosphere. It is said that such poems should not be copied, but with Qin Huai's pitiful brain capacity, whether in terms of influence or first impression, these two poems are the most suitable.
"Let me see." Teacher Xiong couldn't contain his curiosity and said something that contradicted himself.
Qin Huai immediately handed it over and said, "Teacher Xiong, thank you for giving me some advice."
Haizi's "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom" certainly fills people's hearts with gentle power when they read it.
“From tomorrow on, be a happy man, feed the horses, chop wood, and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables,
I have a house facing the sea, with flowers blooming in spring.
…”
The content is also more in line with current mainstream values.
After reading this poem, Teacher Xiong looked at Qin Huai with a wandering gaze and asked, "Did you write this in one go?"
"Yes." Qin Huai, the plagiarist, nodded shamelessly.
Teacher Xiong picked up another one, looked at it, and said in surprise, "This...isn't it finished yet?"
Qin Huai nodded and shook his head and said, "I've finished writing it, Teacher Xiong. Actually, I can't think of any words that can match these two lines of poetry."
President Yu also looked over. After seeing it, he had the same reaction as Teacher Xiong, looking at Qin Huai with disbelief.
These two poems are indeed something I have never seen before, which means that they were written on the spot by this ragged young man in front of me.
"What's your name? Can these two songs be published in our newspaper?"
Qin Huai said in surprise: "Teacher, my name is Qin Huai, is just two sentences okay?"
Director Zhou said, "Imperfection itself is a kind of beauty. Besides, these two lines of your poem have already surpassed the efforts of most people in their entire lives."
Teacher Xiong raised his eyelids and thought to himself, "The majority of people you're talking about aren't you talking about me?"
However, the two intellectuals were not paying attention to him at the moment. President Yu said excitedly, "Young man, with these two poems of yours, I have a clear idea in my mind. Even if Crazy Shi from the next county wrote five poems, I think even if all the poets in the county wrote five poems each, they would not be able to match your two poems."
Director Zhou said, "Old Yu, judging a person by his appearance has led to the loss of Zi Yu. Today, you almost missed out on our talented poet from northern Anhui."
President Yu apologized to Qin Huai repeatedly, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I apologize to you for my arrogance just now." Capable people are respected wherever they go.
"I don't deserve it. I'm just a farmer, so poor, my legs are covered in mud. Let alone President Yu, this reaction would be normal for anyone seeing me."
What President Yu had said earlier was returned to him at the speed of light.
Fortunately, President Yu had already developed a thick skin within the system, and he was also embarrassed by Qin Huai's words. He smiled and said nice things for a long time, and got Qin Huai's forgiveness. Then he left excitedly with the two poems.
Director Zhou said, "Old Yu, I'll go with you. We can still get it in tomorrow's newspaper if we go back now."
The two were so happy that they forgot that Teacher Xiong was still here. His face was now ashen.
People of this era are simple-minded and are all dedicated to their work. The speculation and utilitarianism of Qinhuai's era are rarely seen here.
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