During afternoon tea, several people decided to give up because they were too absorbed in reading.

Although the girl Zha Hongying had a troubled expression, her spiritual food finally defeated her appetite.

Ye Yuze gave her a big thumbs up for this!

In fact, as for foreign masterpieces, Ye Yuze prefers those old Russian works. For example, "War and Peace", "Anna Karenina", and "Resurrection."

Ye Yuze has never liked works that are too politically inclined.

He believes that a writer should truly reflect the living conditions and ideological activities of the characters he writes about.

You shouldn't create surreal characters based on your own thinking.

However, Cha Hongying likes works such as "How Steel Was Tempered" and believes that writers should write for their own ideals and spirits.

This kind of debate will never be fruitful. It has nothing to do with stance, but just different opinions on literature.

Whenever this happens, Wang Honghua always listens quietly without expressing an opinion. Maybe she doesn't have her own opinion yet.

She is also a person who has experienced suffering, and this suffering is man-made. So there must be some negative things in her thoughts.

Wang Honghua continued, while Zha Hongying and Ye Yuze read the poetry collection.

Ye Yuze discovered that Zha Hongying particularly liked the poetry of the Misty School.

She also knows two poets, Bei Dao and Mang Ke, who are currently in the capital. Although these two are not famous yet, they are indeed well-known in their small circle.

Cha Hongying recited a piece by Mang Ke to him.

sunflower in sunshine

Munk

Did you see it?

Do you see that sunflower in the sunshine?

Look at it, it doesn't lower its head,

Instead, he turned his head behind him.

It turned its head away,

As if to bite it off in one bite,

The one around its neck,

The rope held in the hand of the sun!

Did you see it?

You see that tree with its head held high,

Are the sunflowers glaring at the sun?

Its head almost covered the sun.

Its head even when there is no sun,

It’s still shining brightly!

Do you see that sunflower?

You should approach it.

If you get close to it, you will find that

The piece of soil beneath its feet.

Every time I grab a handful,

They will definitely bleed!

Ye Yuze admitted that this poem was well written. It can even be said that it is a poem with a profound artistic conception.

However, he still doesn't like this method of expression.

Those late poets of the Obscurity School did not pursue popular things in their poems.

Rather, I believe that poetry is a very niche thing. Poetry is written for people who can understand it. Things that everyone in the world can understand are not called poetry.

For this reason, most of their works are like riddles. In some cases, no one except the author himself knows what he is writing at all.

Ye Yuze has always scorned these things.

Because Ye Yuze believes that only literature can be understood by the public and spread widely.

That kind of highbrow stuff should be shelved as documentation! Leave it to the experts to study it when they have enough.

Zha Hongying had completely forgotten Ye Yuze's age. The key point was that this kid's understanding of words was no worse than her, a student from the Chinese Department of Peking University.

The two of them started to argue quietly, sometimes loudly. They completely forgot that the library is a quiet circle.

However, due to the resumption of the college entrance examination, most of the people who come to the library are young people eager for knowledge.

And those old comrades who were reading professional books were hiding in corners far away from them.

Their argument even attracted onlookers, with people supporting everyone. One of the more radical boys even shouted at Ye Yuze.

"If you criticize hazy poetry, then come up with a work. Don't use those eulogies with exclamation marks throughout!"

Ye Yuze meditated for a while and then recited a song.

I wish it was a torrent,

It is a small river in the mountains,

through rough roads,

Rolling through the rocks...

Just my lover

It's a small fish,

among my waves,

Swimming around happily.

….

This is a poem by the Hungarian poet Petofi, which is world-famous.

Unexpectedly, the young man disagreed.

"This is an old antique from many years ago. If you have the ability, come up with a new piece. It's the kind of simple piece you said, that anyone can understand and can move people!"

How could Ye Yuze endure being so challenged? He desperately searched for poems that could be remembered in his mind. Although his IQ was not high, he had to have a few poems, right?

It seemed that it would be impossible without a big move. Ye Yuze gritted his teeth and took out his special trick.

1

Suddenly thought of what happened behind me

Write a few words to your son

.

In fact, cremation is the cleanest

It's just that we don't have it here

.

Don't hold a memorial service

Here, no one understands my life.

.

Don't invite Taoist priests

Their singing is really not nice

.

Leave it for three days

I'm waiting for someone, very far away

If you don’t come after three days, forget it

Some people will always be missed

.

There is no need to put so many clothes in the coffin

In the soil, you should not feel the heat and coldness of the human world.

2

Forgot to talk about the monument
To be continued...