I'm Really Not a Literary Type

Why are there so few people reading this? After reading a few chapters, 99.9% Of the so-called modern poems lack both rhythmic beauty and linguistic beauty; they don't even flow smoothly when read aloud. Poetry is about playing with words and rhythm; without these, it's not poetry. At least from the perspective of literary development, so-called modern poetry is a failure, destined to be a failed attempt in the history of Chinese literature.

I read more than half of it late at night, and for some reason, I have something to say to the author: Time travel and rebirth have always been a staple theme in urban fiction, but due to the large number of authors (and a portion of those who "abandon" their works, haha), it is extremely difficult to write something truly meaningful in this genre.

To say that modern poetry is not poetry is actually a misunderstanding of poetry. Poetry is simply a form of linguistic expression and has no fixed format. It's just that language with metrical rules is more likely to be passed down through generations, so there's no need to over-mythologize it. There's a saying that "language is the fossil of poetry."

Wasn't the literature of the 1980s just "scar literature"? What use was it besides cultivating traitors? People made a lot of money with just a few lines of writing, and even thought themselves superior. What benefit did it bring to the country and the people?

In the early 1980s, it cost as much as 8,000 yuan to repair a house in the countryside! You don't even need that much to build a house. Furthermore, apart from Chen Zhaodi, Chen's father, mother, and sister are not entirely kind people. Actually, Chen Mei's casual "Sister, marry him" wasn't really his sister's concern; he was hoping to achieve his own goals through her marriage.

It's incredibly boring. The premise of a time travel story set in the 70s or 80s while still in school is clichéd and overused. And then there's the attempt at modern poetry—can modern poetry even be called poetry? It's just a transitional product of a culturally barren era. The writing style, however, is quite good, staying on a consistent line, much better than most similar pieces that haphazardly jump from one topic to another and end up like prose.

This isn't some artsy type, and this person isn't 30 years old. All I see is a self-important middle school student, acting like they've never experienced the harsh realities of life. After reading over 20 chapters, the forced pretentious poetry on the blackboard, the street dance, the rock music…

I forced myself to read up to chapter 72. Author, if you don't know how to write a female lead, don't write one at all. What kind of "raising a child" story is this? It's utterly incongruous. The protagonist had no feelings for Chen Zhaodi from the beginning. He only felt sorry for her because he heard that her family had five daughters and was struggling financially.

Investing in movies is a complete trap. The company that invested in "Dream of the Red Chamber" back then was utterly ripped off. They used your money to finish the film, and no one recognized the investment contract. Lawsuits were useless; the outcome was quite disastrous.

What were these literary and artistic youths yearning for in the 1980s? Is it about the right to speak? Is it an era where only so-called intellectuals can have a voice? Who would really want to go back to those days of barely making ends meet?