Chapter 155 If There Was No Li Bai
Chapter 155 If There Was No Li Bai
The get out of class is truly over when the teacher leaves the classroom.
"Have you finished your composition?" Gu Lu stopped Lu Ping, who was carrying his schoolbag, after school.
"Uh... tomorrow, I promise I will finish it tomorrow." Lu Ping swore to the ceiling.
Gu Lu does things for money. Since he has received two pots of flowers and used the golden fingers twice, he will assign two composition topics to Lu Ping every week.
Since Lu Ping is not serious about learning the techniques, he can only write and practice more.
However, after Lu Ping finished writing the first article, he began to procrastinate on the second one, just like many writers who put it off until tomorrow, and until the day after tomorrow.
"This was yesterday's question." said Gu Lu.
"I really promise, Brother Gulu, you have to believe me. I will give it to you tomorrow morning. It's just 600 words, right? I can finish it in a few minutes." Lu Ping said, looking away, "Zeng Haer, wait for me."
Zeng Jie ignored him and left.
Actually, Gu Lu always felt that Zeng Haer’s nickname was not nice. Haer means fool in Sichuan dialect.
Apart from Lu Ping, no one else in the class would shout like that - mainly because they were afraid that Zeng Jie would take action. This guy was big and strong, and only Lu Ping, who practiced track and field, and Ma Xuanyou, who practiced shot put, could compare with him.
"I have something to tell Zeng Haer, so I'll leave first. I promise to write you a composition tomorrow." Lu Ping chased after him.
The two had a conflict before evening self-study today, and Lu Ping chased them out, probably with the intention of taking the initiative to reconcile.
Gu Lu also went to the teacher's office. If Lu Ping couldn't produce the composition tomorrow, he would not ask any more questions. It can't be the third time.
Lu Ping himself is not aware of it, and he cannot force him to do anything.
Teacher Gao was the only one left in the office. Two-thirds of the lights were turned off, leaving only the light above the head teacher's head.
When I turn off most of the lights, I always feel like I'm the only one working in the world... This scene is quite common for Teacher Gao.
Seeing the newcomer, Teacher Gao immediately put down his work and said straight to the point, "[Li Bai and Du Fu's Poems Are Passed on by Thousands of People] is a nationwide promotion of Tang poetry. It can be considered a call for submissions. Well, not really!"
Teacher Gao paused, trying to organize his words. "Straightforward explanation is a benefit given to you by the education department of Fog City. No matter what you write, it can be published in Red Rock."
"Red Rock" is a literary magazine in Fog City, mainly publishing articles that promote the Red Rock spirit and mainstream novels. After Teacher Gao's explanation, Gu Lu understood. The reason why it is not considered a call for submissions is that there is no "call for submissions". Even if the writing is shit, it can still be published, and you can get a fee of 200 per thousand words.
This kind of propaganda with political tasks is not given to whoever is willing or whoever needs it, but to whoever the leader says it should be given to! After all, do you really think that the propaganda articles you write can be as famous as Tang poetry?
I don’t know which leader in the Fog City will be credited with Gu Lu’s outstanding writing skills, but the pie in the sky has fallen on Gu Lu’s head anyway.
"If your work is exceptionally good and can be published in People's Literature, that would be too difficult. We shouldn't put so much pressure on ourselves," said Teacher Gao.
The country’s activities are indeed powerful. They started with People’s Literature, and it is estimated that they have been carried out across the country.
The provincial level is allocated, and the national level depends on competition.
"I understand, Mr. Gao." Gu Lu wanted to clarify, "Is the topic mainly about Tang poetry, or mainly about Li Bai and Du Fu?"
The mission was to promote Tang poetry throughout the country, but the topic was that the poems of Li Bai and Du Fu were spread by word of mouth.
"The Sage and the Immortal Poet are the representatives of Tang poetry, so writing about them is writing about Tang poetry," Gao explained. "You can also write about other outstanding poets, but I suggest that you just follow the mainstream."
"I see." Gu Lu nodded. "There should be many famous writers participating this time, so don't be too stressed. Of course, you have to put in some effort. It won't be good if you can't compare with them." Teacher Gao reminded.
"I understand, teacher. I'll go home and think about the idea." Gu Lu said.
He is currently enjoying the benefits of a wave of student writers. Ordinary students... No, even ordinary writers have no place to sign up for this kind of activities.
"Don't worry, you have a week to slowly think about it." Teacher Gao said, "It's getting late, if you are a day student, don't stay in school, go home early."
"Teacher Gao, you too." said Gu Lu.
When Gu Lu left the classroom, Teacher Gao was still grading today's class test papers.
If it was English teacher Xiao, he would have asked the students to correct each other's papers. But why didn't Teacher Gao take the papers home to correct them?
Ten minutes later, Gu Lu locked the door. Now that someone had claimed the loneliness in the world, it was no longer lonely.
Gu Lu silently watered the osmanthus and roses. Osmanthus is relatively easy to grow.
I don't quite understand. The country has set a propaganda task, but it is "distributed" and most people cannot participate. Even if it is published in provincial magazines... the general public does not read literary magazines. Is propaganda really useful?
If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. When Gu Lu heard the title, he immediately thought of a columnist on Earth - Liu Shenleilei.
He is not very famous, but has a bad reputation. After all, he is one of the first big V-names to be labeled as "public intellectuals", but his articles can become popular.
The most famous ones are "The Tough Man Du Fu, a Trumpet's Counterattack" and "If There Were No Li Bai". Yes, he wrote "If There Were No Li Bai" which was read aloud on National Treasure.
It is very divided. On the one hand, Liu Shenleilei worships foreign things, and on the other hand, he has a relatively in-depth study of Jin Yong's martial arts novels and Tang poetry.
So is it Du Fu or Li Bai?
In the end, Gu Lu chose the Immortal Poet, mainly because the one about the Sage Poet was too long and exceeded the word count.
[What would our life be like without Li Bai?
Maybe it won’t be greatly affected.
He was just a poet who lived more than a thousand years ago. It doesn't matter if there is one more or one less, right?
Without Li Bai, the Complete Tang Poems would probably become a little thinner, about 40 to 50 percent thinner…]
Gu Lu finished writing less than a thousand words in less than half an hour. His current typing speed was much faster than in his previous life.
"If I was this fast in my previous life, I wouldn't be often scolded for being short and fast." Gu Lu muttered softly.
After I finish, I will read a book first and then go to bed. I will give the manuscript to Teacher Gao tomorrow.
Two flowers are blooming, each showing its own beauty. The other one is looking at the Science Fiction World Editorial Department.
There was a red sunset outside the window at that time.
It is said that the most beautiful thing is the sunset, which is warm and calm, but for those who work overtime, it makes them irritable and lonely.
"People always yearn for an unknown life. When I was an author, I envied editors because they only needed to read every day and didn't have to rack their brains to write. Now that I'm an editor, I begin to envy the rich second generation who don't have to do anything every day and won't starve to death." The editor sighed to Zhu Xiang, retracted his gaze to the window, and continued to look at the screen that was brighter than the sunset.
Xiang Zhuxiang became 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 was... most of the submissions were not science fiction!
Indeed, most science fiction is soft science, and hard science requires solid theoretical knowledge, but you could have wrapped this layer of soft science a little better.
"Huh? This author submitted four articles in a row!"
(End of this chapter)