Chapter 155 Without Li Bai
The teacher leaves the classroom, and the get out of class is really over.
“Have you finished writing your essay?” Gu Lu blocked Lu Ping who was carrying his schoolbag after school.
"Uh...tomorrow, I promise to finish writing it tomorrow." Lu Ping swore to the ceiling.
Gu Lu works with "money". Since he has collected two pots of flowers and bloomed two golden fingers, he will give Lu Ping two composition topics every week.
Since Lu Ping didn't study seriously in terms of skills, he could only write more and practice more.
However, after Lu Ping finished writing the first article, he started to delay the second article. Just like many pigeon writers, today will delay tomorrow, and tomorrow will delay the day after tomorrow.
“This is yesterday’s topic.” Gu Lu said.
"I really promise, Brother Zhulun, you have to believe me. I will give it to you early tomorrow morning. Isn't it just 600 words? I will get it done in minutes." Lu Ping said, looking away, "Zeng Ha'er, wait for me."
Zeng Jie ignored him and left directly.
Actually, Gu Lu always felt that the nickname Zeng Haer was not pleasant. Haer means fool in Sichuan dialect.
Except for Lu Ping, no one in the class would shout like this - mainly because they were afraid that Zeng Jie would do it. Only Lu Ping, who practices track and field, and Ma Xuanyou, who practices shot put, can compete with this guy.
"I have something to tell Zeng Haer. Let's go first. I promise to write an essay for you tomorrow." Lu Ping chased him out.
The two of them had a conflict before tonight's self-study. Lu Ping chased them out, probably trying to reconcile.
Gu Lu also went to the teacher's office. If Lu Ping couldn't come up with the composition tomorrow, he would stop asking, again and again, but not again.
Lu Ping didn't realize it himself, and he couldn't force him to do anything.
Teacher Gao was the only one left in the office, and two-thirds of the lights inside were turned off, leaving only the lights on the top of the old class.
With most of the lights turned off, I always feel like I am the only one working in the world... This scene is relatively common for Teacher Gao.
Seeing the person coming, Teacher Gao immediately put down what he was doing and said straight to the point, "[Li Du's Poetry is Translated by Thousands of Mouths], the nationwide publicity campaign for Tang poetry is considered a call for submissions, well - actually it's not. Forget it!"
Teacher Gao paused and organized his words, "The straightforward explanation is a benefit given to you by the Wudu Education Department. No matter how it is written, you can read it in "Red Rock"" br>
"Hongyan" is a literary publication in Wudu, which mainly publishes articles promoting the spirit of Hongyan and novels with the main theme. After Teacher Gao explained, Gu Lu understood. The reason why it is not considered a solicitation for submissions is that there is no "recruitment", it can be published even if it is written as shit, and the manuscript fee is 200 per thousand words.
This kind of propaganda with a political mission is not given to anyone, nor to anyone who needs it, but to whomever the leader says! After all, do you really think that the promotional articles you wrote can be as famous as Tang poetry?
I don’t know if Gu Lu’s excellent writing can become the political achievement of any leader in Wudu. Anyway, the pie falls on Gu Lu’s head.
"If you are very good and can get into "People's Literature", it will be too difficult. Let's not put so much pressure on ourselves." Teacher Gao said.
The national activities are really powerful, starting with "People's Literature", and it is estimated that they have been carried out across the country.
At the provincial level, it is allocated, but at the national level, it depends on competition.
"I know Teacher Gao." Gu Lu wanted to ask clearly, "Is the question mainly about Tang poetry, or is it mainly about Li Du?"
The task is to promote Tang poetry nationwide, but the question is about Li Du Du's poems have been passed down orally.
“The Poet Saint and the Poet Immortal are representative figures of Tang poetry, so writing about them means writing Tang poetry,” Teacher Gao explained. “You can also write about other outstanding poets, but the teacher suggests that you should follow the mainstream.”
"I understand." Gu Lu nodded. "There should be many famous writers participating this time. The pressure doesn't have to be too great. Of course, you have to put some thought into it. It's not good if you can't compare at all." Teacher Gao reminded.
"I understand, teacher, I'll go home and think about my ideas." Gu Lu said.
He is currently receiving a wave of benefits from student writers. Ordinary students... No, even ordinary writers have no room to sign up for such activities.
"Don't be in a hurry. You have a week to slowly come up with ideas." Teacher Gao said, "It's getting late. If you're a day student, don't linger in school. Go home early."
"Teacher Gao, too." Gu Lu said.
Gu Lu left the classroom. Teacher Gao was still correcting the papers for today's class test.
If it were Teacher Xiao in English, he would directly ask the students to correct each other. But why didn’t Teacher Gao take the papers home to correct?
Ten minutes later, Gu Lu locked the door. Someone claimed the loneliness in the world, and the loneliness was no longer lonely.
Gu Lu silently watered the osmanthus and roses. Osmanthus was relatively easy to grow.
I don’t understand. The state has a propaganda mission, but it is a “distribution form” and most people cannot participate. Even if it is published in provincial magazines... the general public does not read literary publications. Does publicity really work?
When Gu Lu heard the title, he immediately thought of a columnist on Earth - Liushen Leilei.
He is not well-known and has a relatively large reputation. After all, he is one of the first batch of big V names to gain "public knowledge", but his articles can become hits.
The most famous ones are "The Fierce Man Du Fu, A Trumpet's Counterattack" and "If It Was Not Li Bai". Yes, the "If It Wasn't Li Bai" read aloud on National Treasures was written by him.
It's very divided. On the one hand, Liu Shen Leile worships foreigners and favors foreigners. On the other hand, he has a relatively in-depth study of Jin Yong's martial arts and Tang poetry.
Is it Du Fu or Li Bai?
In the end, Gu Lu chose Poetry, mainly because the poem about Poetry was too long and exceeded the word count.
[What would our lives be like without Li Bai?
It may not be greatly affected.
He is just a poet from more than a thousand years ago. One more or one less does not matter, right?
Without Li Bai, "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty" would probably be a little thinner, about one forty to fifty-fifty...]
Gu Lu finished writing less than a thousand words in less than half an hour. His current coding speed is much faster than in his previous life.
"If I were so fast in my previous life, I wouldn't have been scolded for being short and fast." Gu Lu muttered softly.
After finishing the work, I will read a book first and then go to bed. I will give the manuscript to Teacher Gao tomorrow.
Two flowers bloomed, one branch on each side, and the other branch looked at the editorial office of Science Fiction World.
The sunset outside the window was red.
It is said that the most beautiful thing is the red sunset, which is warm and calm, but for people who work overtime, it can be irritating and lonely.
“People always yearn for the unknown life. When I was an author, I envied editors. They only needed to read every day, instead of racking their brains to write. Now that I am an editor, I have begun to envy the second generation of rich people who do everything every day. You don’t have to do it, and you won’t starve to death.” The editor sighed to Zhu Xiang, looked away from the window, and continued to look at the screen that was brighter than the sunset.
Xiang Zhuxiang came to be an editor because his career as a writer was not going well. As a science fiction editor, Xiang Zhuxiang found that the most difficult thing is... most of the submissions are not science fiction!
It is true that most science fiction is soft science, and hard science requires excellent theoretical knowledge, but your soft science skin should be a little better.
“Huh? This author submitted four articles in a row!”
(End of this chapter)