Chapter 563 (1/2)

For a generation, Zheng Jianguo certainly has a deep memory. In his last life, after he got a graduation certificate from the health school, he still wanted to go to the University. Those who failed to pass the examination for three years gave up completely. How many years was that?

1985?

Zheng Jianguo can't remember the time now. He only remembers that when he heard poetry on the radio, the whole world has become a sea of poetry. The most famous poet in the city was the poet. He sent a few tofu pieces in the county newspaper and flocked in and out.

Zheng Jianguo once heard that there was a poetry seminar in Shanxian theater. Early in the morning, he rushed to see it from a distance. He remembered that the poets were wearing authentic shirts and Pleated Shorts, and the big leather shoes on their feet were black and bright.

After seeing it from a distance (it was not the poet or the recommended relationship households who couldn't get in), Zheng Jianguo began to try writing at home. Of course, he needed to read it before writing, so he knew the author of the poem.

According to the report, the author of this poem is very oriented. He started writing at the age of 12. After calculating the time, Zheng Jianguo found that it was in 1968 when the poet dropped out of school and raised pigs at home. At that time, he thought that at that time, he still seemed to see with his own eyes - people who haven't even finished junior high school can write poetry. How can he graduate from a secondary health school not be too bad?

The reason why Zheng Jianguo had such an idea was that after looking for the resumes of several other poets, he found that among these builders, porters and Sawers, the three swordsmen of Peking University with the highest culture were the three swordsmen of Peking University who had just become famous at this time.

And later, it was found that when these people who only have learning ability in junior high school and senior high school were mixed into university teachers and professors, they found that they almost went astray. They had an interest in writing since childhood. They were so old and studied medicine for four years. Did they abandon medicine and follow literature?

Zheng Jianguo has completely forgotten how he gave up the poet's ambition at that time. He only remembers that the last memory of the poet's author is that he committed suicide by lying on the rail facing the sea and publishing all his 2 million word poems. His parents still lived in the yard where he grew up.

In addition, there is news that this is a dressed animal. When he was a teacher, he colluded with his students. After breaking up with his parents, he had sex with a married woman. Later, he simply loved and hated his fans. Maybe this is the reason why he can become a poet?

In this life, Zheng Jianguo has already sent out poems with several lyrics. The last time he came back for the Mid Autumn Festival, he took the opportunity to compose songs and spread them. However, from the point that the girl didn't know or deliberately ignored this point, he woke up to the possibility that someone was going to rub his own traffic, and couldn't help but frown: ”do you know that Camille's eyes are blue?”

”Ah?”

Liao Guomei subconsciously looked at the suspicious white cheek, and then realized that the other party was satirizing the poem. The slender willow eyebrows wrinkled together in an instant: ”people's that is a metaphor, which specifically refers to his desire for light in that era -”

”Do you know how old I was then?”

Seeing that the fried dough sticks in Camille's hand began to bite into small bites, Zheng Jianguo woke up to the fact that she had eaten eggs and zongzi before. He said that he took the fried dough sticks in her hand, tore half of them, put them into his mouth, looked at Liao Guomei, who was stunned, and continued to say: ”poetry and songs were originally the carrier of lyricism, and I also came from that era, But also grow up in the most difficult and disorderly time, have more say than you who grow up eating fine grain.

But look at my poetry, let's say it's poetry. Are there these things with dark psychology and decadent spirit? There is also a problem with the expression of this sentence. The eyes are not used to look for light, they are blind. ”

”That's --”

Liao Guomei suddenly remembered that the goods had criticized the poetry of this situation before. She blinked eagerly before she wanted to speak again. She listened to Liao Guoliang next to her and said, ”Xiaomei, the fried dough sticks are fried.”

”Ah.”

When Liao Guomei quickly picked up her chopsticks and turned over the fried dough sticks in the oil pan, Zheng Jianguo tore half of the fried dough sticks in Joanna's hand and said, ”be grateful and be gentle; At your age, you can't even solve your own survival. It's too early to think about it. ”

”Don't you mean I'm young?”

Silently glancing at Zheng Jianguo, Liao Guomei moved her mouth and didn't say anything. She originally wanted Zheng Jianguo to comment on the poem and show off when she returned to school.

I don't want to get a sermon now. I'm very unhappy. If I didn't see an international friend next to him, I must have said it.

Liao Guomei was quiet, but Zheng Jianguo knew that the sister was afraid that she was not satisfied. Just now Camille and Joanna had eaten and didn't say it. He also ate two full-weight fried dough sticks and drank spicy bean curd. He felt a little supportive and stood up: ”since you treat today, I won't give you money. There is a fireworks show in the evening, Remember to come after new year's Eve dinner. ”

”If you say please, you will be invited. Are you ready?”

Liao Guoliang cleaned up the table next to him and looked at it. There were many onlookers nearby. He didn't hide it and continued to say, ”to tell the truth, it's your light to continue setting up a stall here. The neighborhood committee won't drive out after you came to eat last time.”

”You misunderstood this. This is because the state is further liberalizing the self-employed economy. All hotels in Cuihua alley can be opened. There is no reason why you can't open this stall.”

Zheng Jianguo didn't take credit for himself. Although he didn't stay at home last year and didn't have much time to pay attention to the domestic situation, reports on the domestic situation are not uncommon. Coupled with the long-standing pictures in his memory, he can guess the problems he is facing at present.

However, Zheng Jianguo didn't expect that the problem was much more serious than he thought. Then he took Camille to the streets of 49 cities for most of the day. In the evening, he took them and their parents to the Qi provincial office in Beijing for new year's Eve dinner. Kou Qingkai, who brought tea, said: ”the deficit was 17 billion last year, 12 billion last year, not counting the 3 billion of Yangshen expressway, This year, the state demands that there should be no more deficits. ”

”That's not how the account is calculated. The investment in the expressway will create taxes through the construction link, driving the tax increase of upstream and downstream revenue and expenditure. Relevant enterprises have made money, workers also have money, and taxes are also generated in the process of buying clothes, food and use. How can the 6 billion investment pull out 10 billion GDP? This is still calculated according to the domestic situation.”

Zheng Jianguo interrupted Kou Qingkai's statement with a smile and looked at deputy secretary Cheng nearby: ”in fact, my suggestion for this expressway is to learn from Yang province. They are bigger. Let's follow.