But publishing novels is not easy, with many processes in it. Editor-in-chief Wei told him that books can enter the sales channel until March next year.

Just wait.

It is already late December, and the coldest time in Yanjing winter is in the coldest.

It was also a weekend. Xia Hongjun spent the whole morning in the library. He just finished lunch and returned to the dormitory. Liu Chuanfeng found Xia Hongjun and said that this afternoon, the May Fourth Literature Club of Yanjing University opened a poetry salon. Several famous poetry clubs in Yanjing universities participated and invited Chaohua Poetry Club. Let’s go together.

The May Fourth Literature Society of Yanjing University is very awesome. The middle-aged Luo Yihe, Xichuan, and Haizi, who are known as the "Three Great Poets of Yan University", all came out from here (and literary figures such as Qian Liqun and Liu Zhenyun. Now there are the most core poetry lovers of Peking University.

only……

Xia Hongjun looked at the cold sky outside and the thick snow on the ground. Why didn’t the flowers bloom next spring?

Everyone sat on the banks of Weiming Lake, watching the peach blossoms like clouds, their hearts were filled with spring, talking about poetry and fu, well...... wouldn't it be beautiful if there were still a few beautiful girls to be listeners?

There is no way, as the vice president of Chaohua Poetry Society, he had to go.

In addition to Xia Hongjun, Liu Chuanfeng, Cao Meili, and Yan Yubing were also there.

After being impressed by Xia Hongjun's saying "Life is not just about the fertility in front of us, but also about poetry and the fields far away", Yan Yubing jumped from the Begonia Poetry Society to the Chaohua Poetry Society, actively participating in poetry and activities, and soon became a backbone.

In fact, Yan Yubing has a solid literary foundation. She was born in a scholarly family in Jiangnan. It is said that she started writing poetry at the age of ten and is particularly good at classical poetry.

Compared to Xia Hongjun's uninterested mood, Yan Yubing looked excited. This was the first time she had a conversation with a foreign school as a representative of the poetry club, not to mention the very awesome Yan University May Fourth Literature Club?

Xia Hongjun wore a thick military coat and followed the three of them out of the snowy campus, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and took the bus to go straight to Yan University after leaving the school gate.

The Poetry Salon of the May Fourth Literature Society was held on a teaching building not far from Weiming Lake. Xia Hongjun sat by the window of the classroom and could see the dense eaves pagoda and Weiming Lake. However, in winter, there is a thick layer of ice on Weiming Lake.

In addition to Yan Normal University, there are also the Heyun Poetry Club of Qinghua University, the Qiushi Poetry Club of Renmin University, etc. The entire classroom is full of people, and everyone is in high spirits.

Huh... Where is Xichuan?

Among the "Three Great Poets of Yan University", Luo Yihe and Haizi have graduated, and now only Xichuan is still in his senior year.

Xichuan may not sound as famous as Haizi in the outside world, but in fact he is a very awesome figure in the poetry world. His poetry is tolerant, open, proselyte, and has won the Lu Xun Literature Award, etc., and was finally included in the "Outstanding Achievements Who's Who" in Cambridge, England.

Moreover, he had a very good relationship with Haizi and was Haizi's close friend. After Haizi passed away, he compiled his friends' works and compiled "Haizi's Poems" and "Complete Collection of Haizi's Poems".

Of course, he is still a young man in his early twenties.

However, after listening to the introduction of the May Fourth Literature Club, why didn’t I see him?

Among the few people participating in the May 4th Literary Society of Yanda, there was a beautiful young woman who was very eye-catching: she wore an Arabic long skirt (someone called it "Bohemian style" more than ten years later), wrapped in a slim figure, sat lazily by the table, with waterfall-like curly hair, lipstick, and even a cigarette in her slender hand and looking elegant.

who is she?

Xia Hongjun looked at this older young woman and didn't look like a college student.

Liu Chuanfeng, who is knowledgeable, immediately whispered: "Her name is Yang Li, and everyone in the circle calls her Sister Li, a doctoral student in the Department of Social Sciences at Yan University. He is a very avant-garde and open woman. He also writes very well and is very famous in the poetry circle of colleges and universities."

ah?

Unexpectedly, there is such a person?

A beautiful face and lazy figure, exuding this kind of petty bourgeois mood throughout the body, was quickly called the focus of the salon.

Yes, most of the people attending the salon are boys, and they are full of hormones. How can you not admire this woman who combines beauty and talent?

"Sister Li, what are some excellent works that everyone can appreciate recently?" someone said with a smile.

Yang Li was not polite either. She took a puff of cigarette elegantly, took out a manuscript of the poem from her windbreaker pocket, and started reading it.

The sound is very nice, with a bit of Wudi soft voice.

I'm walking like crazy

Along with my body

Along with my hunger

Swallow me in.

I'm suffering from desire

In my soft bed

I was so angry that I was sweating profusely

Feeling loving myself.

Because of the joy of self-love

My soul stimulates lust

Know that man

Desire for my bed.

But I like to slowly

Feel love

...

....

This poem

Strong.

Xia Hongjun was stunned when he heard this.

It turns out that she is an open and avant-garde woman, and it is not an exaggeration to be in thirty-four years.

In the 1980s, a group of female poets were active, publicly claiming: "Under our name, we have a world of our own, a dark night world unique to women. Therefore, this black whirlwind set off a feminist poetry wave, and was called "a group of women wearing black skirts with feminism."

Could this Yang Li be one of them?

Yang Li's poems immediately received applause, and someone smiled and said, "Sister Li, your poems are as sharp as you are."

"Look at what you said." Yang Li's voice was soft and cute, her eyes were charming, and her words were completely different: "Anyway, no matter what, we can't escape the obstacles that should be overcome in life. So, I said, buddies, sisters, live well, and be happy while you are young!"

There was a cheer immediately.

"Baopaopaopaopao..." Someone clapped hard, and Xia Hongjun discovered that it was Yan Yubing sitting beside him.

I saw him looking at Yang Li with admiration.

Oh?

Isn't this kid fascinated?

With Yang Li's good start, the atmosphere of the salon became lively. Everyone recited their new poems and commented by others, and the scene was very popular.

It was Chaohua Poetry Club's turn, and everyone looked at Xia Hongjun.

"You are Xia Hongjun, aren't you?" Yang Li looked at her smile, "The poems are written well, but people are... they are more handsome."

Oh?

Open teasing?

Everyone laughed loudly, but they knew that Yang Li had such a personality and didn't think about it any other way.

This woman is not easy to mess with.

Xia Hongjun coughed twice, concealing his embarrassment, and took out a manuscript of poetry to read it.

Once upon a time

Remember when I was a teenager

Everyone sincerely

Say one sentence is one sentence

Early in the morning at the train station

The street is dark without pedestrians

The small shop selling soy milk is steaming

The sunlight has become slower

Cars, horses, and emails are slow

Only enough to love one person in your life

The locks looked good in the past.

The key is beautiful and stylish

You locked it up and they understood

………

.....

This poem is a modern poem written by Mu Xin, which was later composed into a song and sung by Ye Xuanqing. It is very healing.

After Xia Hongjun finished reciting, he immediately received warm applause.

This kid is just like his previously published poems, literary, beautiful, and philosophical.

But Yang Li frowned slightly, and after the applause ended, she lit a cigarette and said slowly in her soft Wu words: "This little poem by Xia Hongjun is generally good, but I hate the sentence in the middle most."

Which sentence?

Someone asked immediately.
Chapter completed!