Chapter 22: Poetry fame spreads far, suppressing the contemporary

Liu Zhenyun didn't dare to move immediately, for fear of startling Wei Ming's inspiration.

At this time, Wei Ming asked him: "Did you bring paper?"

Liu Zhenyun was stunned: Paper? Could it be that you have poop?

Wei Ming said again: "And a pen, hurry up and write it down, it's going to slip away! Hurry!"

"Oh, oh!" Liu Zhenyun was very fortunate. In order to record those fleeting flashes of inspiration, he always carried a fountain pen and a small notebook.

Then Wei Ming began a poetry recitation. Liu Zhenyun thought it was just a small section, but he didn't expect that after writing for more than ten minutes, it was still going!

His hand speed couldn't keep up with Wei Ming's mouth speed. This was actually a long poem!

It took several pages of paper to finish writing!

And Wei Ming completed the creation of this poem in one go, almost without pause!

After reading it, Wei Ming brushed his non-existent sleeves, left a sentence "Done, remember to treat me," and then drifted away, without changing a word.

What a demeanor of a famous scholar!

Liu Zhenyun was dazzled and fascinated. He knew this was a realm he would never reach.

On the way back to the dormitory, he lowered his head and looked at the small notebook. His eyes never left it for a moment. He was shocked by every sentence he read, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

Entering the No. 32 dormitory building, he accidentally bumped into Qiang Ge from the '77 Law Department, but fortunately, he was easygoing.

The boys of the Chinese Department lived on the third and fourth floors. Liu Zhenyun's dormitory was 406. The biggest feature of their dormitory was "earthy." Basically, they were all students from the countryside, steady and hardworking, dedicated to learning.

Before entering the dormitory, he met Luo Yihe, a freshman in the '79 Chinese Department, who also liked to write poetry.

Although Little Luo was a Yanjing native, he had been working in the countryside of Henan with his parents since he was a child.

So he was more compatible with Liu Zhenyun: "Hey, senior, what are you looking at with your head down."

"Looking at treasure!" Liu Zhenyun laughed, "Little Luo, don't you like poetry? Come in and appreciate it together."

"Who wrote it? Old Xiong?"

Entering the room, Liu Zhenyun announced: "I got a poem by Wei Ming."

Yesterday, the name "Wei Ming" was almost known to everyone in the Chinese Department.

"Ah, not a novel, I like novels," Old Tian said.

Little Yang in the dormitory said: "Don't read it yet, I'll go call Old Xiong, he has run several times."

So Liu Zhenyun never opened the notebook, no matter how others begged.

Soon, Xiong Guangjiong came over. Not only did he come, but he also brought several seniors from the '77 Chinese Department, such as Gao Xianjun, Huang Ziping, Su Mu, and Liang Zuo.

Old Xiong patted Liu Zhenyun on the shoulder and said: "Little Liu, you are good, it's poetry, right!"

"Right."

"You read it."

"Okay."

Liu Zhenyun cleared his throat and said solemnly: "'Ideal,' author Wei Ming.

Ideal is stone, knocking out sparks of fire;

Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp;

Ideal is lamp, illuminating the night-walking road;

Ideal is road, leading you to dawn."

Xiong Guangjiong nodded, a bit interesting. This kind of neat parallel sentence structure is not very popular now. Everyone likes that kind of ruleless poetry.

However, wanting to make this kind of head-to-tail connection sentence structure not vulgar actually tests the skill. Wei Ming obviously did it, and it was very imposing.

This wasn't over yet, Liu Zhenyun continued:

"In the age of hunger and cold, ideal is food and clothing;

In the age of food and clothing, ideal is civilization.

In the age of chaos, ideal is stability.

In the age of stability, ideal is prosperity."

Ho, another neatly structured paragraph, using the rhetorical device of top-truth, although they are all plain words, they point directly to the most fundamental thoughts of the human heart.

"Little Liu, let me have a section." Xiong Guangjiong was a bit itchy, and took the small notebook from Liu Zhenyun's hand.

"Ideal is like a pearl, one connected to another.

Through ancient and modern times, stringing the future, endless light.

Beautiful pearl chain, the backbone of history.

Ancient shines on today, today shines on the future, ancestors shine on descendants.

Ideal is a compass, guiding the direction for ships;

Ideal is a ship, carrying you out to sea.

But ideal is sometimes the arc where the sea and sky kiss.

Visible but unreachable, torturing your enterprising heart."

After reading, Xiong Guangjiong thought thoughtfully and asked: "Who else wants to come."

Luo Yihe, the youngest, took the notebook.

"Ideal makes you observe life with a smile;

Ideal makes you stubbornly resist fate. Ideal makes you forget your graying temples;

Ideal makes you still innocent even with white hair."

He only read four lines before it was snatched away impatiently.

Liang Zuo, who was not tall and a bit chubby, read with a serious Yanjing accent: "Ideal is an alarm clock, shattering your golden dream;

Ideal is soap, washing your selfish heart.

Ideal is both an acquisition,

And ideal is also a sacrifice."

Immediately someone else took the notebook:

"If ideal brings you honor,

That is just its by-product,

And it brings more of the loneliness of being misunderstood,

The joy in loneliness, the bitterness in joy."

The next person recited while waving his arms: "

Ideal makes the honest often suffer misfortune;

Ideal makes the unfortunate survive in desperate situations.

!

Ordinary people are great because they have ideals;

Those who have ideals are 'great people'!"

Paragraph by paragraph, section by section, the emotions kept rising, and the whole scene fell into a somewhat fanatical atmosphere. Even the classmate who said he liked novels recited a section very passionately.

Dorm 406 also attracted the attention of surrounding dorms because of this impromptu poetry relay, and everyone crowded around.

Because the poem was very long, everyone took a turn, and finally it fell into Liu Zhenyun's hands again.

There was only the last page left, and he came to finish it.

"Ideal blooms, peaches and plums will bear sweet fruits;

Ideal sprouts, elms and poplars will have thick shade.

Please ride the horse of ideal, whip from here to set off,

The spring scenery on the road is just right, the sun in the sky is just sunny."

The people around murmured the final line: "The spring scenery on the road is just right, the sun in the sky is just clear."

Immediately, enthusiastic, lasting applause erupted, as if to lift the roof of the dormitory building.

A student from the Class of '78 asked: "Who wrote this poem? It's too good! I feel filled with strength all over after hearing it!"

"Grand and magnificent, truly a masterpiece!"

"I also feel encouraged; my whole body feels warm, I wish I could throw myself into the construction of the Four Modernizations right now!"

A classmate from Liu Zhenyun's dorm said: "This was written by Wei Ming, the security guard at the South Gate, and his novel is about to be published by *Harvest*!"

"This person is so talented, this poem is so good, please pass it over, let us copy it!"

"That's right, I want to copy it too, I want to paste it on the wall!"

And the quick-witted Luo Yihe had already pulled out paper and pen and started writing furiously.

At this moment, Liu Zhenyun pressed his hands down; he still had something to say: "Classmates, classmates, please allow me to talk about the creative process of this poem. This Wei Ming is even more talented than you imagine!"

"Originally, I represented *Weiminghu* to solicit a manuscript from him. At first, he refused because his novel was to be submitted to a magazine to earn money to subsidize his family. I said, then write a poem, a short one will do."

"He said, writing poetry requires inspiration and passion; he doesn't have the theme I want right now."

"I took my leave, and guess what happened?"

While everyone was looking forward to the follow-up, he took a tactical sip of water before saying slowly:

"I had just taken seven steps, just seven steps! Not one step more, not one step less, I heard Wei Ming call me to stop. He said: Holy crap, I've got it, I've got it, I've got it!"

"Subsequently, he asked me to take out paper and pen—fortunately, I brought them. He recited while I recorded, all in one go, without any pause. In the end, not a single word was changed, and he drifted away."

"Whoa!" The whole place was in an uproar, including Luo Yihe, who was copying the poem; his jaw almost hit the floor.

This poem, coupled with this story, is invincible, holy crap!

"Is it for real?" Someone raised a question. Although there was Cao Zhi who could compose poetry in seven steps in ancient times, Cao Zhi was a strong contender for the title of the greatest genius of all time!

And that was a five-character poem of a few dozen words, while this one by Wei Ming must be at least 600 words by a rough calculation!

Such a long poem poured out without even a draft?

This is too divine!

Facing the skepticism of some, Liu Zhenyun swore: "I dare to stake my head on it, every word is true!"

Seeing Liu Zhenyun say this, everyone believed more than half of it.

Xiong Guangjiong stood up and said: "Although we cannot do it, I believe that geniuses exist in the world. Wei Ming is clearly a genius we cannot reach. I have decided, this poem will be placed in the first issue of *Weiminghu*!"

"Ah, hasn't the layout already been set?" someone said.

As the editor-in-chief of *Weiminghu*, Xiong Guangjiong said seriously: "This song of *Ideals* is like the earnest teachings of a wise old man to us young college students. It can be called pearls of wisdom in every word and truth in every sentence. If it can be placed in the inaugural issue of *Weiminghu*, it will surely encourage more of the younger generation—not just Peking University students, but the youth of all China. I think this is extremely meaningful."

Liu Zhenyun raised his hand and said: "I agree!"

Xiong Guangjiong: "Good, then take out that novel of yours and leave the space for *Ideals*."

Liu Zhenyun: "Ah?"

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(Let's update this chapter early, it's the end of the month, time to clear the votes~ Old Buddha or2~)

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