After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 159: When it comes to poetry, we are professional

Kyoto, high-speed rail station.

A young man with a hat with a head and a black mask on his face walked out of the station entrance.

Because this young man blocked himself quite tightly, he attracted the attention of many people around him.

Everyone is very curious whether this young man is a star! It is obvious that usually only celebrities dress up like this when they travel.

When they did not see anyone holding a sign that welcomed a certain star at the exit, everyone took their eyes back and subconsciously distanced themselves from the young man, and said something in their hearts.

"This is not a patient, you are dressed like this because you are afraid of being infected."

And this young man is nothing else, but Chen Tianhong.

Of course he didn't know what the people around him were thinking at this moment. If he knew, he would definitely respond and you would be sick.

As for the stars?

Sorry, he is really not a star, but stars are no longer comparable to him soon, because Chen Tianhong will soon have an identity and a member of the China Writers Association Headquarters Association. This is something that even the most popular star has never had.

Originally, Chen Tianhong did not wear a mask before getting in the car, and he thought that he would not be recognized by anyone if he left Jinling.

As a result, I met fans in the car. Fortunately, I was a male fan and I also liked "The Swordsman in the Snow", so I didn't ask him for an autograph.

However, the male fan still talked to Chen Tianhong for a long time until he arrived at the station.

Before getting off the car, he repeatedly told Wen Hua to write a good ending, which made Chen Tianhong laugh and cry.

Next, Chen Tianhong obediently put on the mask and lowered the brim of the hat.

After leaving the station entrance, Chen Tianhong stopped a taxi and told the driver to go to the headquarters of the Poetry Association. Then he took out his cell phone and called the teacher Cao Xingkui.

This time he did not come with Cao Xingkui because it would take too much time to go to Pingjiang to meet with his teacher first and then to Kyoto.

He also didn't tell Li Man that if he had said that, he would definitely not be able to go back today.

"Hey, teacher, I've arrived in Kyoto and am taking a bus to the headquarters of the Poetry Association. Where have you been?"

"I have just arrived in Kyoto, you kid, didn't you tell me? I'll pick you up when I'm waiting for me at the station."

Cao Xingkui's slightly complaining voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Aren't I afraid that you will be too tired to pick me up? I have to take a car for dozens of minutes."

"You are just sensible."

It was still a complaining tone, but the voice was filled with relief.

After the two made an appointment to meet at the headquarters of the Poetry Association, they hung up the phone.

It takes more than half an hour to get from the high-speed rail station to the Poetry Association. If you want to get traffic jams, you will have to add another 20 minutes.

Chen Tianhong was not idle on the way, and was filtering various poems from his previous life in his mind for possible assessments later.

He also asked his teacher Cao Xingkui, but even though Cao Xingkui knew the president of the Poetry Association, he was not very clear about his joining process.

However, Cao Xingkui told Chen Tianhong that you don’t have to worry too much. Since you can be invited to join, you will definitely not make things difficult for him, otherwise it would be a waste of time to move the ladder to the sky! Besides, he is still there!

To be honest, Cao Xingkui didn't expect Chen Tianhong to enter the headquarters of the Writers Association so quickly. Although Chen Tianhong's "Rural Teacher" has been recognized by many writers in the circle, it is just this work.

Although other novels he wrote are very popular, their literary value and educational significance are not as good as those of "Rural Teachers". It is okay to join the Municipal Writers Association or the Provincial Writers Association, but it is still not enough to join the headquarters.

Unexpectedly, Chen Tianhong was able to write not only essays, but also his poems were recognized by the president of the Poetry Association, so he was invited to join the Poetry Association, which was equivalent to taking a shortcut.

Because the Poetry Association is quite special, they only require writing poetry. If the writing can be recognized by most poets at the headquarters, they will send you an invitation.

Of course, the premise is that you must be able to write good poems, which is not easy, but it cannot resist Chen Tianhong's plug-in.

When Chen Tianhong arrived at the headquarters of the Poetry Association, Cao Xingkui had arrived. He was chatting with his old friends at this moment, and his voice was still loud, and laughter came from time to time, which was a proud laugh.

"I said Lao Cao, don't be proud. I know you have accepted a good apprentice, but your apprentice will be a member of our Poetry Association soon. If you want to talk about me, let this child write poetry in full-time, and just take into account both novels."

An old man about the same age as Cao Xingkui said.

His name is Ren Changsong. He is currently the president of the Poetry Association. He is a great poet and a writer. He is very famous in the cultural circle of China.

"Lao Ren, don't even think about it. Tianhong's main direction in the future is a writer. I want to train him to be the most famous science fiction novelist in the world."

Cao Xingkui had long planned his apprentice's path. If he hadn't written poetry, it wouldn't have affected the creation of the novel too much, and he could also go to the headquarters of the Writers Association in advance, he might not have let Chen Tianhong spend his energy on poetry.

"Science fiction? Last time I heard Feng Zijie say that he is willing to let this child write martial arts! He also said he wanted to steal your apprentice."

Another old man around asked.

"It's such a thing, but if you want to steal my apprentice, don't even think about it, even if the president comes, I won't let you."

Cao Xingkui replied, the president he said was naturally the president of the Writers Association, and he was also a master of the world.

"Hey, Lao Ren, I heard that your Poetry Association has any other membership procedures? There is still an assessment? I will agree to you first. My apprentice is here later, so you can't make things difficult for you on purpose."

After chatting for a few more words, Cao Xingkui turned the topic to the main topic.

"Assessment? What is the assessment? You are talking about ordinary members! In addition to the recommendations of association members, ordinary members also need to write good poems on the spot. Headquarters members do not need them. Generally, those who can be invited to our headquarters are very famous poets in the poetry world. So what else is needed for the assessment."

Ren Changsong was stunned by Cao Xingkui's questioning, and then he reacted and explained a few words.

At this time, he understood why Cao Xingkui suddenly rushed over from Pingjiang today, and he was worried about his apprentice!

"There is no assessment? Then you asked Tianhong to come to Beijing? Lao Qin, what did you mean when you called yesterday?"

Cao Xingkui was confused. If there was no assessment, he would have just followed the process of joining the club and would not have been so anxious!

He turned to look at an old man next to him, and this person told him yesterday.

"Haha, the process of joining the association still needs to be completed. Lao Cao, you also know that entering the headquarters of our Poetry Association is equivalent to a member of the headquarters of the Writers Association. You have to report and keep a record, and some rules still need to be discussed."

"Of course, this is only one aspect, and the more important reason is that we want to meet your precious apprentice. Everyone is curious how a child can write such a variety of poems and modern poetry."

The old man, known as Lao Qin, said with a smile.

"No matter what you guys say, they are all poetics. Why are you still the same as children? Are you curious about the baby?"

When Cao Xingkui heard this, he pointed at his old friends and joked.

If he had known this was the reason, he would not have traveled this time. The old man was riding along the way and his waist hurt.

"Old Cao, you can't say that. You think I was just joking with you. You can really consider letting this child be a full-time poet. How many poems are written by your apprentice are really good, and they are quite ancient, especially the poem "Qingyu Case·Yuanxi". It has wonderful conception and exquisite language. The first half of the essay is gorgeous and grand, and the second half is subtle and graceful, with full meaning. It can be said that it writes the character of our literati."

"President, I think the song "Feng Xiner" is also well written. The whole poem is soft and hard, perfectly portraying the image of a character. It not only describes the external beauty, but also focuses on its inner beauty. The two verses of emotion and reason are blended with ethereal and clear, which is a good poem! Unfortunately, it would be great if the name was changed."

"Lao Gu, do you want to just replace the name of this word with you? You can just throw it away, is the old face still going to be?"

"I think the modern poetry written by this child is better, especially the four short poems [The bright moon decorates your window and you decorate other people's dreams]. It is really profound to read! It has both the philosophy of life and the artistic techniques of Western symbolism in the poetic image. This style of poetry is quite innovative."

"Otherwise, that song "To Oak" is also very good."

“The “Gived to Han Yue” is great.”

Since Cao Xingkui teased and Ren Changsong took over the conversation, the old people turned to talk about the poems written by Chen Tianhong with great interest, and no one even paid attention to Cao Xingkui in the end.

Cao Xingkui made him look sarcastically, but he was helpless. Although he was also a great writer, poetry and poetry were not what he was good at. If he talked about science fiction novels and physics and astronomy knowledge, the group of people in front of him would not be enough to read, but he could not compare to poetry.

However, although he couldn't get into the conversation, Cao Xingkui was still happy, because the poems that these old friends talked about were all his apprentices.

A few minutes later, the ringtone of the cell phone rang, and it was Chen Tianhong who called it.

"Hey, it's Tianhong! Where are you? You're downstairs, wait."

Cao Xingkui's words calmed down the old people.

After hearing the conversation, Ren Changsong called someone directly and asked him to go down and pick up Chen Tianhong.

Then these old people returned to normal, found their own seats and sat down, and looked respectful.

Before they could wait long, they saw a young man who had wrapped himself tightly here.

Several old men stared at the young man in front of him. This was Lao Cao's apprentice? But what does this dress mean? Is it shameful?

Cao Xingkui also took a few closer glances before recognizing that the young man in front of him was his precious apprentice.

"Tianhong, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Seeing his apprentice wearing a big mask and a little tired in his eyes, Cao Xingkui asked with concern.

Hearing this, Chen Tianhong realized that he hurriedly took off his mask and hat and asked the teacher he said hello.

Then, with Cao Xingkui's introduction, hello to the old people in front of him one by one.

As for the fatigue in his eyes, it was not really sick, but because he was asked by the fan who talked a lot, and just overused his brain, so he was a little tired.

"Yes, the young man has grown up with a handsome talent. How old is this year?"

Ren Changsong asked with a kind face, as if an elder was caring for his junior.

"Hello, President Ren, I am 19 years old today."

Chen Tianhong just celebrated his birthday not long ago and finally grew up one year old in this world.

"At 19 years old! So young! It turns out that you are a young man who is not frivolous, haha, the last two lines of your song "Qingyu Case·Yuanxi" are based on the meaning of scenery and are unwilling to be with the world? And your book "The Legend of Wukong" also has a bit of a breaking the rules."

"It's okay, it's a good thing for young people to have personality. From now on, you will be a member of our Poetry Association. Don't worry and boldly write. As long as the poems are well written, you will point at your nose and curse, and we will take care of you."

When Ren Changsong heard Chen Tianhong's age, his words suddenly changed and began to speak loudly.

"President Ren is right, but next time you use poetry to mock people, don't use the real name for the poem. For example, the song "Gived to Han Yue" is too cheap, that businessman, [Great ambition to play fame, and the sea of ​​fighting for misfortunes and blessings] is such a good word."

"Tianhong, does the four short poem you wrote have the full text? Or are there only these four sentences?"

"Tianhong."

After meeting Chen Tianhong himself and satisfying the curiosity of these old people, they returned to their previous state.

Any of these poems written by Chen Tianhong is a first-class and good poem. For these old people who have been writing poems all their lives, they will naturally feel itchy when they see good poems. There are many questions to ask, such as how they conceived and what their meanings are.

This is also one of the reasons why they wanted to call Chen Tianhong to Kyoto. Literature is inferior to each other, but if there are good works, everyone is still happy to discuss them.

As for Chen Tianhong's age, this is a good thing. After all, who would not be willing to support a talented junior? Of course, the exception is the case like Sima Beijie.

Chen Tianhong was asked with a question mark. Didn’t he say there was a ceremony for the membership? Didn’t he have another assessment? What does this mean?

And according to the meaning of President Ren, I am already a member of the Poetry Association!

Forget it, it would be better if there was no assessment. If he had known this, he would have let his brain rest.

Next, Chen Tianhong began to answer questions one by one. Of course, he put his attitude very low and humble, and regarded himself as a junior, but in fact he was really a junior.

At first, the old people asked him questions, but later Chen Tianhong asked for advice.

After all, these people in front of them are all knowledgeable elders. Anyway, they have come to Kyoto, so they can learn more knowledge and go back. Plug-in is ultimately plug-in, and what they really learn is real.

Ren Changsong and the others are naturally happy to teach because Chen Tianhong speaks very well and has a very positive attitude. As for the elderly, they like such juniors.

Just as they were having a happy chat, a middle-aged man knocked on the door and walked in, went to Ren Changsong and whispered a few words.

When he heard the middle-aged man's words, Ren Changsong stopped talking, nodded, and signaled that he knew.

"Old Cao, I'm sorry! I have to receive a group of guests arranged by the Writers Association. Let's have a good chat when I finish my work."

Ren Changsong apologized to Cao Xingkui, and then turned around and pointed out the names of several people.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Gu, you two are with me, Xiao Jin, go and call the people who are currently at the headquarters and who are good at writing modern poems to the first reception room. Lao Qin, just take Tianhong to handle his joining the society."

"President, what's wrong? Why is it good to write modern poetry?"

Lao Qin asked in confusion.

"It was Derrick and his group who came last time. This time, they came here again. They said they were exchanging literature and art, exploring Chinese and Western poetry culture, and communicating with them. They don't understand our ancient poems, so they can only talk about contemporary ones."

"Why is the old guy Derick from America coming again? He talks about communication, but it's not nonsense. I guess he came here with a poem again this time, so we will definitely comment at that time."

"The president asked me to say, let's stop writing modern poetry this time. After writing them, they said they were not as good as them. It would be great to just write ancient poems from our ancestors. I'll go, I have to write a poem to suppress this old guy."

Lao Qin said in a little resentful manner.

"Old Qin, you wrote a poem, and when the translation changed again, they couldn't understand the artistic conception of our poems and the cultural differences between China and the West. Forget it, it's a guest from afar."

Chen Tianhong, who was standing aside, understood a little. It should be the poet from America who came to communicate, or brought the poem with him. It was said that it was a communication, so it should have a meaning of comparison.

However, due to the differences in Chinese and Western cultures, we do not have that deep understanding of the artistic conception we pursue when writing ancient poems. Let’s write modern poetry. People have started researching them hundreds of years ago and are ahead of contemporary poets in China. It cannot be said that they are leading, but they have a deeper understanding.

But judging from the conversation between President Ren and Mr. Qin, these people who came were a little arrogant!

Do you still bring prepared poems to communicate and ruin the situation?

America. When he heard this name, Chen Tianhong thought of the ghost guy in his previous life and the arrogance he had in his bones.

However, in his previous lives, Western poets never dared to show off their poetry in front of poets in Greater China.

There is nothing else, because in my previous life, my Greater China poetry has always attracted the attention of the world and has been in the world's leading position for a long time. For a long time, Western poetry has been more or less influenced by Chinese poetry.

Even though there are many works of Western poetry, there is still a gap compared with Chinese poetry culture. After all, since our ancestors, our poetry has led them with refined language and beautiful artistic conception.

In a word, when it comes to poetry, we are professional.

But in this world, the poetry cultures of China and the West have different backgrounds and their own systems. The ancient poems here do not have as deep influence on the West as they did in their previous lives. On the contrary, some modern poems have mostly learned from them.

It is precisely because the influence is not that deep that some Western poets are a bit arrogant and look down on ancient poems. In fact, to put it bluntly, it is not that our ancient poems are not good, but that they do not understand. Even if many poems can be translated, there are still differences in the text, and it is impossible to translate the artistic conception in a complete way.

Chen Tianhong really wanted to meet the white people in this world, but he didn't speak.

This is the headquarters of the Poetry Association. There are many poets who can write good poems. He is just a junior now, so he should develop honestly first.

"Old Ren, go and do your business. I'll take a break with you! The bus ride has made my old waist very difficult. By the way, Tianhong's entry into the society is not in a hurry for a while, let him see you too! Look at the Western culture."

At this time, Cao Xingkui spoke. His words really meant nothing else, just to let his apprentice see more of the world.

Ren Changsong pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Anyway, it's just an exchange meeting, not an international diplomacy.

The Derrick was a little arrogant, but Ren Changsong did not take him too seriously. A poet who could not understand the artistic conception of our poetry could not even enter the poetry association in China.

In other words, he came from afar and, based on the principle of Chinese people's hospitality, Ren Changsong did not really compete with him.

Otherwise Ren Changsong would have rolled up his sleeves.

He is not only good at writing ancient poems, but modern poetry is also a great master. However, Derrick is not the president of the American Poetry Association, so he is a bit bullying when he takes action.

In the first reception room, seven or eight foreigners with white skin, beards and hair were chatting with each other. Except for one older, the others were middle-aged. The older one was Derrick.

There were also five or six middle-aged men sitting opposite them. They were all from the Poetry Association and were some poets who wrote good modern poetry in Ren Changsong's mouth.

However, they didn't say anything. Looking at the foreign old man, their faces were a little heavy, and they were preparing in their hearts.

They naturally knew why the president called them.

Not long after, Ren Changsong came in with Lao Gu, Lao Zhang, Chen Tianhong, and a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was the translator.

Ren Changsong can speak English, but there is a must-have for translation. He talks with Derrick and speaks Chinese.

Seeing them coming in, everyone in the room stood up and greeted each other politely and enthusiastically.

It's always been like this in the scene.

Derrick first introduced the group of people who came to Ren Changsong, and then Ren Changsong also introduced the people here. When he introduced Chen Tianhong, he only said Chen Tianhong's name.

Derrick didn't ask in detail, but just looked at Chen Tianhong curiously. He knew that some old people in China like to take care of their younger generations, so he attributed Chen Tianhong to this category. He never thought that Chen Tianhong was also a member of the Poetry Association. After all, he was too young!

After the two sides finished their courtesy, they sat down and started the so-called cultural exchange.

In fact, it’s nothing more than talking about your culture and I’ll talk about my culture. As for how much each can understand, only I know.

While observing the white people in this world, Chen Tianhong also listened to the content of the communication. He could understand English.

After dozens of minutes of friendly conversation between the two sides, Derrick took out a notebook from the bag he carried with him and said with a smile.

"President Ren, these are some modern poems we have written after we came to China. Please comment. At the same time, we also want to see your poems and communicate with each other!"

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