"Who says I can't comment?"
When the five interviewers heard this, they couldn't help but say coldly: "Then how about you talk about this article?"
” Lin Ruofeng's eyes swept over the faces of the five interviewers one by one, and said: "The form is scattered and invisible, the artistic conception is godless, and there is no disease moaning, nothing more than that!"
” Hearing Lin Ruofeng's words, the faces of the five interviewers changed, and a trace of anger immediately swelled up.
"That's your comment?"
The ugly woman said coldly.
"That's right!"
Lin Ruofeng nodded.
"Hmph, according to you, this essay is simply useless?"
"The author is focused on the sentence, which looks beautiful, but has no charm, just a blind moaning without disease; There is also a serious bias in the way of writing, although the prose focuses on a 'scattered' word, but it is limited to the material, time, space, and technique, and can be freely adjusted and changed according to the needs of the content, but it is not blindly scattered, just like this article, after reading it, I don't know what I am talking about at all. ” "Nonsense, if the prose is not scattered, how can it be called prose?
The connotation and charm are the reader's own experience, if you want to be straightforward, it is better to write a fable!
The ugly woman scoffed.
Hearing this, Lin Ruofeng sneered and asked, "Oh?
So what did you understand in this article?
” "This article talks about" was asked by Lin Ruofeng, and the ugly woman suddenly couldn't speak, because she found that she only seemed to remember that the sentences of "Thoughts and Worries" were very beautiful, but she didn't know what was written.
The other four interviewers also looked ugly because they had the same problem.
At this time, Lin Ruofeng smiled faintly: "The so-called prose is not the blind pursuit of beautiful sentences and the pursuit of the formless throughout the text, but the form is scattered and gathered, and the artistic conception is profound." ” "The so-called gathering of gods is mainly from the idea of prose, that is, the theme to be expressed in prose must be clear and concentrated, no matter how extensive the content of the prose is, how flexible the expression is, all serve to better express the theme."
The artistic conception is to pay attention to the expression of the author's life feelings, lyricism, and sincere feelings, from this and that, from shallow to deep, from the real to the virtual in turn, to express the true feelings, to achieve the unity of the object and the self, to show more far-reaching thoughts, so that the reader can understand the deeper truth.
Instead of moaning and posing without illness. ” Lin Ruofeng's words made the five interviewers stunned, and they couldn't react for a while.
What kind of scattered and profound artistic conception they haven't heard at all, isn't the prose scattered?
Do you want to gather gods?
This completely subverted their understanding and definition of prose in their hearts, but they felt that Lin Ruofeng was so reasonable that they couldn't refute it at all.
Could it be that what I understood before was wrong?
I couldn't help but five interviewers, and the man who had been writing next to him couldn't help but raise his head when he heard Lin Ruofeng's remarks, and listened carefully, Lin Ruofeng's words kept ringing in his mind, and the man was thinking about something.
"Nonsense, the reason why prose is called prose is because of its prose!"
The ugly woman said harshly.
"I don't study well at a young age, and I don't know where to put together a bunch of things to fool us, I don't think I need an interview, you can go!
There's no need for a talent like you here!
” The ugly woman bit the word "talent" very hard, obviously mocking Lin Ruofeng, and even the other four interviewers nodded slightly.
"I think it's the same, there is no distinction between good and bad, no vision, I can't even comment on beautiful prose, and I don't know how many good articles will be ruined when I work in the future!"
The middle-aged man said coldly.
At the same time, the other three were also coldly opposed, Lin Ruofeng felt unfair, what he said was the essence of the prose summarized by the earth for thousands of years, but it was rated as nonsense by this group of "literary scum".
Lin Ruofeng turned around without hesitation and played the piano to the cow, wasting his tongue.
"Wait a minute!"
At this moment, Song Yang actually walked in through the small door next to him, obviously, he had been eavesdropping on the side before.
Lin Ruofeng frowned, but still stood still and looked back at Song Yang.
Song Yang smiled and said, "Lin Ruofeng, as long as you admit that this "Worries" is a good article, I will put my words here today, and you will definitely be able to stay in Chaoyang Literature Club!"
” Before Lin Ruofeng commented on "Worry", Song Yang was extremely angry in his heart, because he wrote this article. was ridiculed by Lin Ruofeng for the flashy and untruthful article before, and Song Yang held a grudge, so he took advantage of this opportunity for Lin Ruofeng's father to beg him to give Lin Ruofeng a certain position, and then came up with an article that he thought was the best, and the result was also criticized as "Moaning without disease, nothing more than that!"
” How can Song Yang not be angry, you are a cowardly guy who has been rejected ninety-nine times, a guy who can't even support himself, what qualifications do you have to evaluate your article like this?
He must be made to admit it, to admit it in public!
Song Yang took the matter of work and began to put pressure on Lin Ruofeng.
Hearing Song Yang's words, Lin Ruofeng was stunned, why did Song Yang care so much about that prose?
Wait, the pen name of that worry seems to be Song Yang's, could it be that "Worry" was written by him?
It's right to think like this, no wonder you have such a big reaction and actually threaten yourself with your job!
Do you want to admit for yourself that the broken article is a good article?
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Lin Ruofeng sneered in his heart and said, "Uncle Song, that article is just a little bit of learning prose, it's not a good article!"
” Song Yang's whole body was like a fried hair, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph, a little fur?
So you know prose?
” Seeing Song Yang's expression, Lin Ruofeng was even more sure that "Worry" was written by him.
This guy writes poorly, and he is so narrow-minded, as if as long as the article he writes is a good article, he actually threatens others to praise his article.
Lin Ruofeng's stubborn temper also came up, and said: "I know a little bit about it, but at least it's a little better than the author of "Worry"!
” Song Yang said angrily: "Okay, well, since that's the case, it's better for you to write an article on the spot, I want to see how good your article is!"
If you don't write well, then I'm sorry, we can't afford a person like you who has a low level of skill in our literary club!
Go back and explain it to your dad yourself!
Don't blame me for not losing face to your dad!
” It's okay not to mention my father, but Lin Ruofeng got angry when I mentioned it, remembering that my father got up early in the morning to cook, and braved the cold wind to send a message to himself, this girl deliberately let herself wait in Kangqiao for an hour and a half!
Lin Ruofeng sneered and said angrily: "Then Uncle Song Yang, you can listen well!"
” Song Yang was stunned, what do you mean by this?
Even the five interviewers in the back were stunned, could it be that this guy really wants to write an article?
But what about listening?
Right now.
Lin Ruofeng's voice sounded in the empty interview room: "On the vast sea, the wind is gathering dark clouds.
Between the clouds and the sea, the petrel flies proudly like black lightning" Lin Ruofeng moved Earth Gorky's "Haiyan" here, which is closely related to the beginning, that is, to suppress everyone in the house.
The sound continues.
"Stupid penguin, timidly hiding his fat body under a cliff......
Only the haughty petrel, bravely, freely, flies on the foaming sea!
The clouds grew darker and lower, pressing down on the sea, and the waves sang and rushed high into the air to meet the thunder. ” The more you threaten me, the more I resist, and even if your threatening storm is brewing, I will be like the petrel, unable to resist the storm, crashing between the clouds and the waves, and crying out bravely.
"Behold, it flies like an elf,—— haughty, black stormy elf,—— it laughs, and it cries......
It laughs at the clouds, and it cries out with joy??
This sensitive elf,—— it had long heard the fatigue from the wrath of the thunder, and it was convinced that the clouds could not hide the sun,—— yes, they could not cover it!
” As long as you are not afraid and do not compromise, you will eventually achieve something by virtue of your strength, and Lin Ruofeng does not need to bend her waist to get a job.
Until the end, Lin Ruofeng's voice became higher and higher, and word by word fell on the ears of Song Yang and others, like five thunderbolts.
"—Tempest!
The storm is coming!
This is the brave petrel, flying proudly on the roaring sea, in the midst of lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting: ?
- Let the storm come harder!"
PS: The author bacteria have arrived at home!
Ladies and gentlemen, have you gone home for the New Year?