After the meeting, Xiao Yunhai went home for dinner. After taking a walk outside, he returned to his study and turned on his computer to write an article.
As soon as he entered the web page, a message appeared in front of Xiao Yunhai. It was mainly about his bet with Zhang Xuanlin. From today onwards, he would write a poem, prose, or novel. If he was recognized, Zhang Xuanlin would personally recognize the status of wuxia novels in the literary world.
Xiao Yunhai cursed in his heart, "Damn, who spread this? They really want to see the world in chaos. Forget it, I have learned many famous articles anyway. I'll just copy them down. "
After searching his mind, Xiao Yunhai immediately chose a prose poem written by Mr. Gorky, "The Song of the Stormy Petrel".
On the vast sea, the strong wind gathered the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrel was like a black lightning bolt, flying proudly. One moment, its wings touched the waves, and the next moment, it shot straight into the dark clouds like an arrow.
Xiao Yunhai posted the entire poem on his homepage and wrote at the beginning, "A prose poem," The Song of the Stormy Petrel ", is for all the brave, strong, and fearless people. I hope that we can be like the petrel, breaking through the endless darkness and ushering in the light that belongs to us."
As soon as the prose poem appeared, it was reposted millions of times in just an hour. It quickly appeared on famous forums and received the recognition of countless people.
"Damn, this" The Song of the Stormy Petrel "by Yun Huang is so good. I'm so inspired."
"After reading this" The Song of the Stormy Petrel ", I really feel like a petrel fighting with the heavens and earth has appeared in front of me. It's so inspiring."
"I think with the quality of this prose poem, it can be placed in elementary school textbooks for the children to study."
"I agree with the comment above. If even us sophisticated adults can receive this kind of spiritual baptism, wouldn't it be even more effective for the children? "
"Yun Huang is so talented. He can even write such an article. Amazing. "
All the netizens who read "The Song of the Stormy Petrel" were captivated by the spirit and belief of the petrel in the poem.
In a residential area in Beijing, Zhang Xuanlin was wearing a pair of reading glasses and writing something under the desk lamp in his study.
Young people liked to write on computers because they felt that it was time-saving and effortless. However, Zhang Xuanlin disliked it to the point of hating it.
It wasn't that he didn't know how to use a computer, but he felt very uncomfortable and uninspired when writing on it.
Just as he was thinking, a knock on the door interrupted his train of thought.
Zhang Xuanlin frowned and looked very displeased...
Writing is a work of nature, and a miraculous stroke of luck.
The fact that Zhang Xuanlin was able to restrain himself from losing his temper at such a crucial moment of inspiration was already an act of self-restraint.
When Zhang Xuanlin opened the door and saw that it was his precious six-year-old grandson, he couldn't help but smile. "Little Ling, why are you looking for your grandfather?"
........... Grandpa, Mom wants you to look at a prose poem written by Mr. Xiao online. Everyone is saying it's good. "
Zhang Xuanlin was stunned. He didn't expect Xiao Yunhai to write an article so quickly.
"Thank you, Xiao Ling. Grandpa will take a look now." Zhang Xuanlin patted his grandson's head lovingly.
Xiao Ling pouted and said unhappily, "How many times have I told you? I'm an adult. Please stop patting my head. Hmph, Grandpa, you're so naughty. I don't want to play with you anymore. "
Zhang Xuanlin laughed out loud at his grandson's words.
Back in the study, Zhang Xuanlin turned on his computer and started reading "The Song of the Stormy Petrel" that Xiao Yunhai stole from his previous life.
"… It's laughing, it's crying … It's laughing at the dark clouds, it's crying out of joy!"
"… It believes that the dark clouds can't cover the sun. Yes, they can't cover it!" “
…
"This is the brave petrel, flying proudly on the roaring sea, in the midst of the lightning. This is the victorious prophet shouting, 'Let the storm come fiercer!' “
After reading the entire "The Song of the Stormy Petrel", Zhang Xuanlin's picky heart was immediately infected by the spirit of the article. He read it over ten times in one breath. Each time he read it, he felt a sense of courage, courage, and fearlessness.
Zhang Xuanlin sighed deeply and said, "Genius, what a genius." “
Even though Xiao Yunhai gave him a hard time in the afternoon meeting, Zhang Xuanlin couldn't lie through his teeth as a well-respected literary figure.
Since ancient times, there was no first place in literature, and no second place in martial arts.
Zhang Xuanlin also wanted to find flaws in the article, but he found that every word was very suitable and didn't need to be changed.
After a while, he picked up his phone and called Wang Huatao.
"Old Wang, have you read 'The Song of the Stormy Petrel'? How does it feel? "
Wang Huatao said, "One word, good. Every word made my skin tingle and my blood boil. I have to admit that Xiao Yunhai is really a genius. This' The Song of the Stormy Petrel 'is better than all the prose poems I've written. If I didn't know that no one else could write such an article, I would have suspected that he got someone to write it for him. Teacher Zhang, what do you think? "
Zhang Xuanlin smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that I've underestimated the world's richest man. Just based on the article alone, there's almost nothing to nitpick about. Even if I don't like him, I can't go against my conscience and say that such an article is bad. I even want to recommend it to the Ministry of Education. The beliefs and spirit described in it are of great benefit to children. "
Wang Huatao said, "If that's the case, you've lost."
Zhang Xuanlin said generously, "If I lose, I lose. With such an article, even if I lose, I lose happily. However, there's no rush. Let's see what other works he has tomorrow. "
Although Zhang Xuanlin was a conservative person with the old-fashioned thinking of traditional scholars and a bad temper, he was very broad-minded. He wasn't petty and jealous of others.
A large part of the reason why he was able to become the president of the Literature Association was because of this.
The next day, Xiao Yunhai applied for leave and didn't go to the meeting. Instead, he stayed at home to play with his children.
At night, Xiao Yunhai copied Liang Qichao's' Ode to a Young China 'and posted it on the Internet. However, he changed the two words' China 'to' Hua Xia '.
"If you want to talk about the old and young of the country, you must first talk about the old and young of the people. The old often think about the past, the young often think about the future. Only thinking about the past, that's why the heart is reluctant to leave. Only thinking about the future, that's why the heart is hopeful. Only reluctant to leave, that's why the heart is conservative. Only hopeful, that's why the heart is progressive. Only conservative, that's why the old is everlasting. Only progressive, that's why the old is renewed.
… …..
"Therefore, today's responsibility doesn't lie with others, but with me, the youth. The youth is wise, the youth is wise. The youth is rich, the youth is rich. The youth is strong, the youth is independent. The youth is free, the youth is free. The youth improves, the youth surpasses Europe, the youth surpasses Europe. The youth surpasses Earth, the youth surpasses Earth, the country surpasses Earth. "
"... Beautiful, I, the young China, am immortal with the heavens! Magnificent, I, the young China, am immortal with the country! ““
After this article was posted, it once again caused a huge commotion.
"Heavens, is Yun Huang crazy?"
"He has guts, to actually say that the old people are useless."
"Is the person upstairs stupid? The old people here are not referring to the real old people, but the old-fashioned people who don't know how to adapt, and always hold on to the old rules in their hearts. "
"That's right. If the Cloud Emperor is really talking about a real old man, wouldn't he be scolding his grandfather, grandfather, and parents? "
"I have to say, 'Ode to a Young Hua Xia' is really too awesome. Not to mention the youth, even I, a man in my forties, have goosebumps all over my body after reading it. I can't wait to look up to the sky and howl. "
"Magnificent, I, the young Hua Xia, am immortal with the heavens. Magnificent, I, the young Hua Xia, am immortal with the country! Too awesome. My son cried after reading it, saying that he wants to stay away from games, study hard, and be a useful person to the country. Aiyo, I was so happy that I almost cried. Thank you, Yun Huang. "
"Teacher Zhang Xuanlin has lost the bet with Yun Huang. If this kind of article is not recognized by the Literature Association, then I will immediately protest. "
"Teacher Zhang's temper may not be good, but he has always been open and aboveboard. He will definitely not go against his conscience and say something bad." “
"Quickly go and take a look. Teacher Zhang Xuanlin has posted a comment on his page. "
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