Throughout history, there have been countless poets, anecdotes and myths and legends about West Lake. Literature and poets from all generations have visited here and left behind many poems. Among them, the sentence "I want to compare West Lake with Xizi, and it is always appropriate to apply heavy makeup and light makeup" is most widely circulated.

There are too many places to write about West Lake. For the same reason, there seems to be no more wonderful words to describe her. It is a state of "Cui Hao's poems are above". There are too many classics left by his predecessors, and it is inevitable that he will be disgraced if he forcefully feels it.

However, as the only free 5A-level scenic spot in the country so far, it is endless to send out such a large number of visitors every year.

Ten scenery, new ten scenery, three pools, and one mountain. After browsing the whole thing, a day may not be enough.

Su Di spring dawn, autumn moon in Pinghu, sunset of Leifeng, snow in broken bridges... These poetic and picturesque names also prove the authenticity of this literary and artistic holy place from another perspective.

At 7 pm on September 9, the first Chinese Writers Summit and the West Lake Sword Contest were grandly opened here. The already crowded West Lake was surrounded by crowds because of the convening of the Writers Summit, and the grand occasion was almost comparable to the Golden Week.

The first item of the opening ceremony was of course the relevant remarks. After "Golden autumn brings coolness, osmanthus fragrance", the writers' representative spoke, Feng Changxing, Chairman of the Writers Association, Xu Lian, representative of the Chinese Youth School of Writers' School, and Liu Jingting, representative of the young writers.

The leaders' speeches were rich, so the writers had to be concise. In addition to Chairman Feng's prospects and suggestions, Xu Lian and Liu Jingting both wished everyone a happy time. The summit was successfully held and a cliché was a kind of cliché.

The slightly awkward thing is that from the leader to Xu Lian on stage, the scene was full of a messy atmosphere. The tourists who turned into audiences and book fans who came here chatted about themselves. However, when Liu Jingting appeared, the atmosphere on the scene changed sharply, and everyone's cheering sounded like a Hung Hom.

The writers present sighed and shook their heads and sighed a little enviously, while the leaders present looked at each other and smiled, sighing, "When is the writer more starring than a star?"

The audience sitting in front of the screen to watch the live broadcast was unceremoniously left a message online, "Don't have too much popularity gap", "Is this kind of instant kill comparison really good?" "You shouldn't let Liu Jingting appear, it makes all the leaders and other writers embarrassed"...

After the speech session, there was a nationwide music fountain performance. Liu Jingting watched it once a long time ago. Later, when he was traveling around the world with Xu Qing and Yang Lilu, he watched it again, which proved that the music fountain is indeed worth watching.

After the half-hour performance, everyone was still unsatisfied. However, everyone knew that the theme or focus of tonight was not the musical fountain. It was the "Fighting Contest" that had been discussed in a trend.

The organizing committee obviously intended to arouse everyone's appetite and turned a deaf ear to the onlookers' calls for the competition to start, but instead arranged for the writer to have a half-hour free discussion.

The summit was originally a meeting and chat.

The scene began to be restless again, but under the deterrence of the armed police force with live ammunition and awesome force, no one dared to do anything extreme, so he had to wait patiently.

At about eight o'clock, the electronic screen hanging directly above the stage and on both sides suddenly lit up, and there was a burst of cheers at the scene. The situation was a bit similar to the lights that were turned off before the party started.

The host on the spot also did not appear on stage and simply notified everyone. The next step is the time for the writers to improvise.

Although more than 90 writers came to the scene, only twenty-two writers prepared improvisational works. Among these twenty-two, twelve were writing poems, five prepared prose, and the remaining five prepared novels.

Originally, Liu Jingting, Xu Qing, Han Shuo, and Yi Shuian had not agreed to create the meaning, but when a few people were traveling to West Lake during the day, they accidentally met an old man sitting on a stone slab by the lake washing his feet. Yi Shuian suddenly became inspiration and got a short poem, which could be used in improvisational creations later.

"I was wandering around the West Lake, and I saw an old man washing his feet. Looking back, my friends were giving advice, and the green mountains were filled with rain and mist."

It may not be such a wonderful sentence. What is rare is that it is naturally thought of and is more appropriate.

Yi Shuian was discussing with Liu Jingting and others whether to write this song "Visiting West Lake". The twenty computers over there were already full of writers and were creating or "entering".

The first one comes out is a modern poem - "West Lake".

The beauty of West Lake is the beauty of clear, pure and pollution-free

I have always wanted to come to West Lake, but I have been plagued by mundane things and have only achieved my wish.

Actually, when I was a kid, I dreamed of West Lake

At that time, my grandmother told me the story of Snake Bai and Xu Xian.

So I hate Fahai

He scolded him for not understanding the true love of the world

Later I started writing

Writing words about joys and sorrows

Gradually gaining fame

Win many awards

I'm ashamed of being

But I still remember West Lake in my heart

It seems like a dream that has not been finished

Fortunately, I finally came here today

The wind blowing here, my youthful wish comes true

West Lake and I are old, too

After the poem was entered into the big screen, many people began to recite it on the spot, while some writers who were not ready to create it began to comment.

"This poem is actually a memory of childhood. Although there is no word in the whole poem expressing sorrow, you can clearly feel the faint sorrow that always permeates."

"The four words 'Shame and dare not take it' are the best used, and they criticize the pride and complacency that is now full of literary world."

"The last sentence is the eyes of poetry, which plays the finishing touch. Of course, West Lake cannot be old. It is too old to be a poet, and what is old is this era. This sentence actually uses ironic techniques. In connection with the previous sentence of grandma telling a story, it not only criticizes today's popular culture, but also has nostalgia and reluctance to the tradition."

"Don't ignore the appeal of environmental protection in the poem! The first three words "no pollution" can be said to be an open-minded and wise explanation."

Liu Jingting and Han Shuo stared at each other with big eyes, and Han Shuo whispered: "The comments are ten times more exciting than the original poem! I'm also very skilled when I see them so supportive."

Liu Jingting, who was doing a good show, said leisurely: "Control."

"rest assured."

When the site began to comment on several other articles, Han Shuo walked to a computer and did not make drafts. He typed directly on the big screen:

Poetry: Circle and Hall

No matter what circle

To the end

It will become

wreath

No matter what kind of zodiac

To the end

It will become

altar

As soon as Han Shuo's poem came out, it immediately caused laughter from the audience. The writers looked up at the screen, and then their expressions changed.

The old writers frowned and scolded the boy for being arrogant, while the young writers all looked at each other with gloating grief.

At this moment, someone started to shout, "Han Shuo has written it, where is Liu Jingting?"

Then the scene was shouting "Liu Jingting! Liu Jingting! Liu Jingting!"

At this time, there were actually seven or eight writers typing. When they heard such uniform shouts, they stopped and turned their attention to Liu Jingting standing among the writers' group.

"Brother, you can't hide."

Han Shuo, who had just messed up the muddy waters, didn't care about everyone's criticism and encouraged Liu Jingting with a wicked smile. He might have the idea of ​​comparing in his heart.

Although Liu Jingting was not ready to take action, he was definitely not unprepared. Haizi, Hugo, Byron, Goethe, Whitman, Shelley Wordsworth was really impatient and wrote Mr. Lu Xun's "On the Demolition of Leifeng Tower" to everyone.

"Mr. Liu Jingting?" The host called out tentatively, and Xu Yuanhuai, who was standing next to him, also said: "Xiao Liu, if you want to be prepared..."

Liu Jingting nodded, then walked towards the computer, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

The planned fierce competition did not appear. Once Liu Jingting decided to take action, other authors would even stop involuntarily, as if some inexplicable shock.

This kind of aura is the aura of the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Liu Jingting thought about choosing the article while walking. Until he stood in front of the computer and faced the dark audience, there was still no conclusion. At this time, the lights around the stage suddenly flashed, and the dark light intertwine suddenly moved. Liu Jingting's heart suddenly moved, remembered a poem, and then put his hands on the keyboard.

Comments on the live video were flooded with the screen at this time "What do Liu Jingting wants to write?"

"Dong, ding, ding"

There were so many people at the scene, and the sound of Liu Jingting typing on the keyboard could still be heard clearly.

A generation

The night gave me black eyes

But I use it to find light

After writing these two sentences, Liu Jingting took a step back and nodded to everyone.

The scene suddenly became an uproar.

"Are you finished writing?"

"Just these two sentences?"

The "A Generation" represented by Gu Cheng, a poet of the Misty School, is just like these two sentences, and the two sentences have almost been circulated and rampant.

There are countless film and television dramas, novels, advertisements, lyrics, imitations and direct quotes.

This poem was published in the poetry magazine "Stars" in 1980. Once published, the poetry world was shocked. At that time, the poetry schools were full of people, and there were constant confrontations and debates between them. The Misty School had supporters, but more were ridicule and ridicule. Everyone thought that the Misty School was simply confused, nonsense, and meaningless.

It is because I cannot write a good sentence and write a good article that I call myself a hazy school.

Overall, the literary debate at that time was more intense and cruel than it is now.

However, whether it is supporters or opponents, everyone unanimously praised Gu Cheng's song "A Generation".

Although the creation of this poem has a specific historical background and its meaning is specific, but aside from the limitations of the times, this poem still has profound connotations.
To be continued...