Chapter 208 What is the use of poetry?

"What is the use of poetry?"

When I was traveling to Xiangjiang River tonight, Guo Qing and other old guys wanted to test Wang Zihao again and asked him this question.

He took over the top three, and the old ladies couldn't bear to worry about their face and wanted to get some face.

What is the use of poetry? They have heard too many answers.

For example, some say that poetry has the power to soothe the soul, shape the spirit, and nourish the soul.

For example, some answers said that all the predecessors and patriots and kind-hearted people all reshape the great "self" in the spiritual world from a poem or a sentence.

It is precisely because of the personality pursuit of the spiritual world that the personality charm of the real world is finally achieved.

Wait.

Guo Qing, Zhao Xiayuan and others all think that the answers are already very good.

If they were asked, they would not be able to give a more informative answer.

Until they asked Wang Zihao.

I remember that at that time, he replied: "It's useless!"

When everyone's faces changed, he said again: "It's useless to me, and it's useless to ninety percent of people."

Old guys, including Tong Yali, who are quite young, have changed their faces after hearing this.

They read, recite poems, and some of them have been doing this all their lives, wanting to inherit culture and shoulder their mission.

But in the end, someone told them that this was useless behavior.

How can they not change color?

"You write poetry yourself, and I have to admit that you have written very well. I believe that those who come here today can feel great power from it." Xiang Wendong asked in a deep voice, "Why do you think poetry is useless?

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If Xiang Qiang's grandson answered like this, Xiang Wendong slapped him directly.

Ignorance!

Embarrassing!

Zhao Xiayuan also stared at Wang Zihao with an unhappy expression. She had a good husband and was of high status and power, so she could love her profession without distraction from her youth and take pride in it.

But today, suddenly, a junior almost completely denied everything she had done in the past. The hard work and struggle seemed like a joke.

Guo Qing also has a good wife. Although she is a second marriage, everything she gives him is more than what outsiders see.

Outsiders only saw that he was the No. 1 figure in the Provincial Writers Association, and the National Writers Association was also ranked.

In fact, these are just surfaces, and he can almost do it on his own.

After working hard for a lifetime, pursuing something for a lifetime, he was demoted to nothing, and Guo Qingtian's spiritual gauze was almost lifted up by his anger.

Gigi Yang was also surprised that her granddaughter's boyfriend is indeed quite alternative.

"Useless use is a great use." When many old men and women almost broke out, Wang Zihao said, "Some people think they are doing useful things, but they have little effect. Some people seem to be doing useless work, but

This is the great use to remember future generations.”

Everyone was puzzled because this was Zhuangzi's words, and they had never heard of them.

Then, Wang Zihao told the old guys a story.

Qian Mu once passed by a Taoist temple and saw an old Taoist priest cutting off a locust tree and reloading a camellia. He asked the reason.

The old Taoist priest replied: "Plant camellia and I will see it bloom next year; and this locust tree is afraid that I will not be able to enjoy its shade until I die."

Qian Mu shook his head and asked with a smile: "Did your seniors plant the locust trees to enjoy the coolness at that time?"

After a few years, people died and flowers withered, and Taoist temples declined.

After listening to the story, everyone felt enlightened.

After comprehension, they were all very surprised.

Wang Zihao also said: "The so-called 'useful' is just a word of joy that short-sighted people burst out when they see small profits from flies; and planting a locust tree seems 'useless', but it has a cool place for future generations.

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Everyone woke up completely.

It turns out that what Wang Zihao said is "useless", it is not really useless.

If you think seriously, it is actually just as he said literally.

Some so-called literati write poems and articles for entertainment only, and are only for a while, circulated in a small group of circles and cannot be made public, let alone be remembered forever.

This is not useless, what is it?

Furthermore, 99% of people, poetry and articles seem to be useless to them.

Most people have tried their best to live, what bicycle do they want?

In the courtyard.

Gigi Yang looked at the photos on the table in front of her and the phone.

The last photo of Liu Qianqian's granddaughter is the full version of "The Butterfly Love Flower. See the Pain of Farewell to the World".

Sitting quietly for a while, she got up and went back to the house.

In the room, Gigi Yang took out the photo album she had treasured in the closet for many years, and her hands were trembling slightly.

Sitting at the head of the bed, under the orange light, looking at the black and white or color photos in the album, she was dazed.

That is a photo of her when she was young, as well as her husband and children...

"The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face leaves the mirror and the flowers leaves the trees."

"Seeing the pain of parting in the end of the world."

Difficult!

Too bitter!

It was so bitter that tears had already evaporated, and I couldn't squeeze out a drop.

It seemed that she had been walking in the trough for a long time, and she began to work hard to climb up.

As we walked and walked through the long darkness, Gigi Yang's eyes suddenly became clear.

She thought of a sentence that taught people to love life: Why does it exist? In order to enjoy the sun and the moon, to spend such a long and happy time together, to cast shadows to the elderly and children, to make autumn colorful,

Seeing the four seasons... aren't these enough?

Gigi Yang closed the album, her eyes were moist.

She suddenly wanted to see her favorite granddaughter start a family and start a business, to see her children born, hold them in her arms, and feel the miracle of life that she hadn't felt for a long time.

Then, Gigi Yang called her son Liu Hedong.

She knows what her parents are like, she is young and has been worried about the marriage of her children.

She doesn't want her children to follow her old path and interfere in her children's marriage.

At that time, the family background was insufficient, and not only her, but her children also made some sacrifices.

Now, isn’t the family doing this just to make future generations think what I think and wish what I wish?

She wants Liu Qianqian to make the decision by herself and not lack the blessings of her parents.

But she is old now, and her children no longer regard her as a god or a pillar, so naturally she cannot listen to her.

Thousands of miles away.

After seeing the old lady's phone call, Liu Hedong was nervous and gave up his seat to Bai Feifei as soon as possible: "Come on, I'll go and answer my mother's phone call."

Then, he walked out of the chess and card room and answered the phone number of Gigi Yang.

"Mom, why haven't you slept yet?" Liu Hedong said with a smile.

"I saw Qianqian's boyfriend today." Gigi Yang's voice was still loud and full of energy.

The smile on Liu Hedong's face was mostly restrained: "Mom, it's so late, are you calling to say this?"

"I can't sleep if I don't say I can't sleep." Gigi Yang sighed.
Chapter completed!