"Hey, Teacher Yu, don't leave, tell us about your poems!"
Yu Dong's footsteps became faster and faster as he listened to Qu Aiguo and the others' noises behind him.
Seeing Yu Dong leaving, Wang Kuo asked Qu Aiguo: "Old Qu, did Teacher Yu really write a poem? Is it very powerful?"
Qu Aiguo raised his head: "Can this be fake? The senior sisters from the Oil Painting Department told me personally. There is no need for them to lie to me. Besides, our teacher Yu is a top student who graduated from the Chinese Department of Yan Normal University.
For those who have published articles in "Harvest" before, writing poems is nothing. Last time I went to look for him in his dormitory and saw that he was working on something, and the manuscripts piled in front of him——"
As he spoke, Qu Aiguo made a gesture with his good hand, "It has to be as thick as my little finger, I guess it is a novel. And wow, our art counselors have traditions."
"What tradition?" Wang Kuo asked.
"Do you know the tradition of great writers, Su Tong? He used to be a counselor at Gongmei University, and coincidentally, he also graduated from Yan'an Normal University. Tsk, are you familiar with this script?"
"It's so familiar. Isn't it exactly the same as our teacher Yu?"
"Really wow."
When the other students heard what Qu Aiguo said, they couldn't help but think more highly of Dong's poem, even though they hadn't even seen a single punctuation mark on the poem.
…
In the next few days, Yu Dong did not expect that this matter would continue to ferment, and his poem began to be recited among various departments.
Then Yu Dong saw the kung fu that contemporary literary and artistic youths touted.
Some people say that Yu Dong's poem is a new trend in the Misty Poetry School. It breaks away from the shackles of the Misty Poetry School and incorporates the expression of stream of consciousness. It belongs to the avant-garde poetry school.
Others disagree with this statement. They think that Yu Dong's poem is a countercurrent within the countercurrent. This is because the Misty Poetry School was previously considered by some people to be a countercurrent in modern poetry, while Yu Dong's poem
Poetry continues to flow against this countercurrent.
Some people think that this is a philosophical poem, but a few lines of poetry explore the relationship between time and space and elaborate on the relativity of time and space.
No matter what, all this points to one thing - Jin Yi has produced a great poet.
For this reason, the principal Wu Changxin specially called Yu Dong to the office to ask about this matter. Although Yu Dong modestly stated that the poem was just his own scribbling, Wu Changxin strongly encouraged him: If Jin Yi publishes
A great poet is a great thing.
Later, Yu Dong calmly accepted the title of poet, and when students greeted him, he responded cordially.
It doesn't matter, no matter how high you praise it now, it's a big deal if it falls down, just lie down on the spot.
In this way, the time came to the end of September, and Jin Yi's sports meeting was held as scheduled.
The opening ceremony was very grand. All majors tried their best and put out all kinds of weird arrays. Even the heart-shaped array of their first-year engineering and art students was not the weirdest. Yu Dong also saw a gossip.
The formation, and it is a Bagua formation with changing formations, is breathtaking.
The characteristics of each major can be seen from the square formation. For example, art majors focus on colors and pictures. For example, the first-year oil painting department made a big float, and the wooden boards were painted with the pictures they wore in various sports games.
wonderful performance.
As for the vocal music department, there are many additional musical instruments. The most impressive one is the piano department. They have a piano directly on their float and the students play it live.
It's just that in the opening ceremony, everyone showed off their talents and made a great noise, but when it came to the competition, they all became arrogant.
When Yu Dong was watching the competition on the stage, he shook his head frequently. Good guy, these students at Jinyi are really not very athletic. Yu Dong even felt that he could get rankings in most events by himself.
Most athletes dress decently, with running shoes, sports shorts, sports tops... their true colors are revealed when they actually move.
This is purely a matter of choosing a general among the dwarves.
Unfortunately, Gongmei 91 is still the dwarf among the dwarfs, and their results are particularly unsatisfactory. Qu Aiguo won a bronze medal in the shot put, which is the only fig leaf.
Originally, Yu Dong was afraid that the students would be depressed because of their poor grades, so he was going to comfort them. But when he arrived at the base camp of Gongmei 91, he found that everyone was relaxed and happy. Those who ate melon seeds ate melon seeds, and those who ate sugar cane ate sugar cane.
, peeling oranges, peeling oranges, without any hint of frustration.
Qu Aiguo also took the lead in coming over to claim credit: "Teacher Yu, I have inquired, there is no medal for Oil Painting 91 this year..."
Yu Dong endured a mouthful of blood in his throat and gave Qu Aiguo and the others a thumbs up.
These little red guys really know how to adjust themselves.
…
When the sports meeting was about to end, He Yu, the counselor of Gongmei 89, found Yu Dong on the playground.
"Teacher Yu, someone is looking for you, a woman."
"Female? Where are you from? What are you doing with me?" Yu Dong asked.
"I asked, but I didn't tell you. He is about forty years old, quite elegant, and his accent sounds like he is from Sichuan Province." He Yu said.
When He Yu mentioned Sichuan Province, the first thing Yu Dong thought of was "Science Fiction World", and a woman in her forties reminded him of the president Yang Xiao.
But how could Yang Xiao come here to send them the manuscript?
Yu Dong shook his head. He was not so arrogant as to think that if he sent a manuscript, the president would come all the way to find him in person.
With doubts, Yu Dong walked towards the door of the Government Affairs Building under the guidance of He Yu. When he walked nearby, he saw a middle-aged woman wearing glasses standing downstairs from a distance, looking back and forth.
Yu Dong had already recognized the other party.
He didn't expect that Yang Xiao actually came over in person.
Yang Xiao looked at the people coming and going, trying to find Yu Dong among them. She also saw a young man looking towards her, but quickly excluded that young man from her mind.
She didn't think that Yu Dong was an older man, it was just that this young man was too young and extremely handsome, and most likely he was a student.
But what surprised her was that the young student walked straight towards her and kept his eyes on her.
She suddenly thought of an incredible possibility...
"You are Yang Xiao, the president of "Science Fiction World"?" Unknowingly, the young man had walked up to him and took the initiative to speak.
Yang Xiao nodded.
The young man laughed.
Many years later, when Yang Xiao recalled the scene of his first meeting with Yu Dong, the first thing that came to mind was the bright smile on his face.
Wearing a clean white shirt, he caught the warm afterglow on his body and smiled. Autumn turned into spring at that moment, and the clouds in the sky were cheerful.
"I am Yu Dong."
Chapter completed!