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男身女相：我靠写诗炸了大靖文坛
May Piao
"Shen Yanzhi, you are a grown man, how come the poems you write are sourer than those of women?" When Shen Yan, a 32-year-old ancient book restorer, wrote in the body of a rough man, "The fireworks in the stove are cold, and the curses penetrate the paper", the entire Dajing literary world exploded. She was disguised as a 17-year-old scholar from a poor family. The original owner was tortured to death by her aunt, leaving her with only chilblains and half a sour poem. But no one knows that this skinny body contains a modern soul that can recite three thousand years of poetry. There were many rules in the literary world of Dajing: writing poems must leave your book bag, expressing feelings must lament the lack of talent, and it is a sin for women to even be literate. Shen Yan wanted to do the opposite: When writing about fetching water, one would say "the bucket hangs like a star shaking"; when writing about a silkworm woman, one would say "the cocoon is like a star adorning the fingertips"; when writing about the hardships in the market, one would write a stunning sentence, and to put the shackles of gender under one's feet-- "Why can men write about their country and country, but women can't write about themselves?" Her poems became popular, but they also stirred up a hornet's nest: The third prince, Xiao Che, held her poem manuscript with a hidden look in his eyes: "Mr. Shen's handwriting is a bit girly." Lu Heng, a down-and-out nobleman, blushed and argued: "Your poem... Is too straightforward! It's like a girl talking in my ear!" Even the illiterate handyman A Zhu scratched his head: "Sir, what you wrote about 'Fried dough sticks are like sunshine' is better than what the storyteller said." Shen Yan clenched his pen and sneered: Acid? Straightforward? Not like a man? Wait until I use this pen to turn your pretentious literary world upside down-- After all, if Li Qingzhao's poems could wow him, why would he be afraid that they would not be able to suppress a group of sour scholars?
"Shen Yanzhi, you are a grown man, how come the poems you write are sourer than those of women?" When Shen Yan, a 32-year-old ancient book restorer, wrote in the body of a rough man, "The fireworks in the stove are cold, and the curses penetrate the paper", the entire Dajing literary world exploded. She was disguised as a 17-year-old scholar from a poor family. The original owner was tortured to death by her aunt, leaving her with only chilblains and half a sour poem. But no one knows that this skinny body contains a modern soul that can recite three thousand years of poetry. There were many rules in the literary world of Dajing: writing poems must leave your book bag, expressing feelings must lament the lack of talent, and it is a sin for women to even be literate. Shen Yan wanted to do the opposite: When writing about fetching water, one would say "the bucket hangs like a star shaking"; when writing about a silkworm woman, one would say "the cocoon is like a star adorning the fingertips"; when writing about the hardships in the market, one would write a stunning sentence, and to put the shackles of gender under one's feet-- "Why can men write about their country and country, but women can't write about themselves?" Her poems became popular, but they also stirred up a hornet's nest: The third prince, Xiao Che, held her poem manuscript with a hidden look in his eyes: "Mr. Shen's handwriting is a bit girly." Lu Heng, a down-and-out nobleman, blushed and argued: "Your poem... Is too straightforward! It's like a girl talking in my ear!" Even the illiterate handyman A Zhu scratched his head: "Sir, what you wrote about 'Fried dough sticks are like sunshine' is better than what the storyteller said." Shen Yan clenched his pen and sneered: Acid? Straightforward? Not like a man? Wait until I use this pen to turn your pretentious literary world upside down-- After all, if Li Qingzhao's poems could wow him, why would he be afraid that they would not be able to suppress a group of sour scholars?