After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 161 Actually I can do it

"Life is as brilliant as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves."

If the previous verses are just good, this one is the finishing touch.

Regarding the song "Life is Like a Summer Flower", Ren Changsong was not as emotional as Derrick.

If he were to give an evaluation, it would surpass contemporary first-class poetry, but to say it is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation would be a bit exaggerated.

But once these two sentences come out, it’s hard to say.

Anyway, Ren Changsong was amazed. He was not sure whether the song "Life is like a summer flower" would be liked by most people in the country, but the phrase "Life is as brilliant as a summer flower, death is as quiet and beautiful as an autumn leaf" will definitely spread.

wide.

Because it is so beautiful to read.

"President, show us."

"That's right, President, don't watch it alone!"

The expression on Ren Changsong's face was obviously one of approval, coupled with Derrick's expression just now.

This made everyone in the reception room very uncomfortable. You must know that they are all poets. There is obviously a good poem in front of them, but they just can't see it. This doesn't make anyone feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, oh, let me show it to you too."

After hearing this, Ren Changsong reacted and handed the paper in his hand to everyone.

He was not like Derrick, who still held the English translation paper tightly in his hand, as if he was afraid that others would snatch it from him.

Good poetry must be shared. It is better to enjoy it alone than to enjoy it among others.

"Mr. Derrick, why don't you comment on this song "Life is Like a Summer Flower", especially the sentence in the fifth paragraph, this is a state of life! Don't think that we Tianhong are young people and you are treating one over the other.

!”

Ren Changsong turned to Derrick and said.

He felt comfortable and comfortable at the moment.

Didn't you just point out the country and say this and that? Why didn't you stop commenting when it came to Chen Tianhong?

Shocked? That's right. Those two sentences were amazing to me when I read them, let alone you.

Because he was in a good mood, Ren Changsong became a little careless in his words and even pointed out that Chen Tianhong was a young man.

This is the opposite of metaphor. Don’t you always say that your modern Western poetry is good, and that we learn from your symbolism?

I don’t deny this, but the person we learned from wrote better than your own people, and he was also a big boy who was much younger than you.

Isn’t it worth your reflection?

Isn’t it worth being ashamed of?

Even at the end, Ren Changsong didn't care whether Derrick could understand the idiom, and even said it favorably.

Derrick didn't feel embarrassed when he heard it, because he couldn't hear the underlying meaning and didn't even understand the last idiom.

It’s not his fault. Although Derrick can understand Chinese, he can only communicate in daily life. If you ask him to understand a pun and understand the meaning of all idioms, it will be too difficult. If he can understand this

, you can also understand classical poetry.

"President Ren, this song "Life is like a summer flower" is very good, very good. I also like the last sentence "Do you still care about having it?" It is very philosophical. In your words, it has flavor! This song

Poetry, President Ren, it would be more appropriate for you to comment on it.”

When Derrick said the sentence "Do you still care about having it?", he gave Chen Tianhong a thumbs up.

"It tastes good? It has an endless aftertaste, right?"

Ren Changsong almost didn't react when he heard the short English word for "taste".

At the same time, he was very confused. Wasn't what he said the second to last sentence? Why did Derrick think it was the last sentence?

Later, Ren Changsong understood that due to the cultural differences between China and the West, they could not understand the beauty of this sentence. Compared with Chinese characters, the meaning of English words was greatly eclipsed.

Thinking of this, Ren Changsong glanced at Derrick with pity. He couldn't appreciate the charm of Chinese characters. It was very sad!

"Then let me review it!"

Next, Ren Changsong cleared his throat and began to comment on "Life is Like a Summer Flower".

The main target audience of his comment was the people who came with Derrick. As for the members of the Poetry Association, when they circulated it for viewing, they already knew the emotions that this poem wanted to express. Of course, the two sentences that attracted them the most were

.

Afterwards, the communication became very friendly.

It is estimated that this group of American poets will never submit poetry again in the future. It is better to prepare in advance than to improvise. They are still 19-year-old young people.

Pull him down, and he won't be embarrassed next time!

What's interesting is that Derrick's mood is different from his companions. He really liked the song "Life is Like a Summer Flower". During this period, he kept talking to Chen Tianhong, and finally he kindly invited Chen Tianhong to communicate with their country's poetry association.

Chen Tianhong did not refuse this, and will wait for the opportunity in the future!

I think it would be quite interesting to use a plug-in to attack the American Poetry Association!

This is not my intention to bully others, you yourself invited me over. Besides, I am also returning to you the crystallization of the wisdom of your ancestors in my previous life.

But Chen Tianhong was just thinking about it in his mind. As for whether he would do it then, that would be a matter later.

In this way, the poetry exchange meeting between China and the West came to an end.

When Chen Tianhong attended the exchange meeting, he was in another city.

Jun Lin, the former Xian Xia Rookie King and the shortest holder of the title of Great Writer, is holding a physical book in his hand and reading it carefully.

Junlin's condition doesn't look bad now. I can't say that his complexion is rosy, but it is much better than it was a year ago. At least the chicken coop shape is gone and his skin color has returned to normal.

Only his hair, which had obviously changed color, still proved that he had suffered a huge blow.

Some people will be unable to recover after suffering a blow, while others will work hard to enrich themselves, hoping to get back on their feet one day.

However, Junlin belongs to neither of these two categories, but it can be said that he has a little bit of both. Now he is neither depressed nor too hardworking. He plans to change careers.

Ever since he lost to Chen Tianhong in the duel, Junlin couldn't accept the fact that he failed for a while, and he was really depressed for a while.

After finally recovering a little, he saw Chen Tianhong's young and outrageous face again at the annual ceremony, which once again broke his guard and directly announced on the Internet that he was withdrawing from the circle and would never write Xianxia online articles again.

For this, his father Sima Beijie rarely blamed his son and has been comforting him.

There is a prerequisite for hating iron but failing to become steel, and the prerequisite is that the son does not work hard.

Sima Beijie knew that his son had worked very hard, and he had also seen the state of his son during that period. He stayed up for days and nights without rest, and even suffered from premature aging due to excessive use of his brain, and his hair became much whiter.

Even though his temper is not popular among people in his circle, he is usually very strict with his son.

But what father doesn't love his son? In terms of how much he cares for his son, Sima Beijie is as good as any other father, and even more so.

You must know that it was for the sake of his son that he attended the press conference of Jincheng Literature Network and said those shocking words.

"My son Junlin has the qualities of a great god!"

It's just that this sentence has become a shame for him, and it has also provided a long-standing meme for the majority of netizens.

It was precisely because of Sima Beijie's change in attitude that Junlin was able to return to its current state.

It has to be said that Sima Beijie put too much pressure on his son. Compared with losing to Chen Tianhong, Jun Lin was more concerned about his father's attitude.

It can be said that all his efforts are not only for himself, but also largely because of his father.

This is a poor child who has lived in the shadow of his father since childhood.

"Looking back at Kunlun, there are so many heroes in this book. Zhao Lao's martial arts world is really fascinating!"

Jun Lin closed the book in his hand and sighed sincerely.

At this time, you can see the book he has. There are two elegant fonts on the cover of the book, which read "Kunlun".

The Mr. Zhao he mentioned was naturally Zhao Shoumin.

Jun Lin has been reading various martial arts novels recently. Except for his father's martial arts novels, he has read almost all other martial arts novels, including his father Sima Beijie's old enemy, Liu Sheng of the Setting Sun.

As for his father's books, he hasn't read them. It's not that he doesn't like them but that he is too familiar with them and has read them since he was a child.

This is also the profession that Junlin wants to change. He will stop writing online articles and write physical books instead. He will write a martial arts novel. It cannot be said that he can regain his position. At the very least, he must stand up.

In fact, becoming a martial arts novelist has been Jun Lin's dream since he was a child, and writing online articles first was also a way to practice his writing.

It’s just that it’s not easy to write martial arts novels well, and it’s much more difficult to write than online novels.

But everything must be tried. Junlin has been in seclusion for several months, and he also has some foundation, so he plans to give it a try and write a hundred thousand words for him first.

"Xiaochao, we're going out to eat."

But it was Sima Beijie who opened the bedroom door and spoke to Junlin in a gentle tone.

At this time, Sima Beijie looked like a loving father. He was wearing a lace apron around his waist and smelled of chopped green onion. It was obvious that he had just come out of the kitchen.

If outsiders saw Sima Beijie's current appearance, it would be difficult to believe that it was him.

In the past, Sima Beijie had a hot temper. When speaking to others, he liked to raise his face and point his nostrils at others.

Even when talking to his son, he never spoke in a gentle tone, almost always in a commanding tone.

Not to mention cooking by myself. In his words, literati should stay away from the kitchen. My hands are used for creation, not for contact with firewood, rice, oil and salt.

But all of this completely changed a few months ago, for the sake of his son Junlin.

As long as my son can return to normal, let alone cooking, he can just stop writing and withdraw from the industry.

At the dinner table, the father and son were silent and eating their meals separately.

During this period, Sima Beijie wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say to his son.

"Dad, I plan to write a martial arts novel. When it's finished, you can help me read it."

Finally, Jun Lin spoke first.

"Xiao Chao, please move again. Okay, okay, great, I will help you take a look."

Sima Beijie was so excited that he almost dropped the bowls and chopsticks in his hands. He was afraid that his son would not be able to bear the blow and would never write again.

"It may take a while, I've just started to think about it. By the way, Dad, how are you preparing for your new book?"

Hearing this, Sima Beijie was startled.

Yes, he was planning to write a new martial arts novel a few years ago, but recently he put it down because of his son's affairs, and even ignored the culprits that caused his son to become what he is now.

"It's still being prepared. It will be almost done in a while."

Sima Beijie said this.

Now that my son plans to start writing again, it seems that he has returned to normal. His new book can be prepared at the same time, and that boy who doesn't know the heights of the sky has to be dealt with.

When Sima Beijie thought of that sentence, "My son Wang Teng has the qualities of a great emperor, his liver ached with anger."

Now it's because of his son that he suppresses his temper, but that doesn't mean the matter is over.

It’s just that you have to think carefully about how to deal with it.

Anyway, it is impossible to ask for a fight, and even with his shame, he can't do it now. There is several rounds of age difference between him and Hongwen. If he continues to rely on the old and bully the young, he will really be infamy for thousands of years.

He could only think of other ways. As for letting his son regain his strength and continue fighting Hongwen, even if Jun Lin thought about it, Sima Beijie wouldn't let it go. He was afraid that his son would lose again.

I hate Hongwen, but even he has to admit that he is very good at writing books. It is said that Feng Zijie admires him very much and even wanted to accept him as his disciple some time ago.

By the way, this guy will probably also write martial arts in the future!

At this time, Sima Beijie suddenly had such an idea in his mind.

After thinking about it, Sima Beijie felt that it was impossible.

This guy Hongwen writes youth novels, science fiction novels, online fairy novels, and recently I heard he even writes poetry.

You are a genius, everyone admits it, but if you want to be an all-around pacesetter, I, Sima Beijie, am the first one not to believe it.

"Dad, please drink more porridge, and don't cook by yourself anymore. Our former nanny, Aunt Liu, cooked delicious food."

"good!"

His son's caring words made Sima Beijie stop thinking about Hongwen. He was so happy that he almost burst into tears. His son knew that he cared about him, and he finally came out and returned to normal.

Kyoto Poetry Association.

In a special box in the canteen, Ren Changsong and others were also enjoying lunch.

Among the crowd were Cao Xingkui, Lao Qin, Lao Gu, Lao Zhang, and several middle-aged people attending the exchange meeting.

Derrick and his group did not have dinner at the Poetry Association. As an exchange group, the Writers Association had made arrangements.

Originally, Ren Changsong planned to find a better hotel outside, but Cao Xingkui said he could just eat in the cafeteria. His waist was hurting and he didn't want to go out and bother anymore.

However, the only one who was actually eating was Chen Tianhong, and what everyone else was chatting about was naturally the poem Chen Tianhong wrote at the exchange meeting that overwhelmed the audience.

"Old Ren, please describe it to me again. Derrick, right? What was his expression like when he saw Tianhong's poem?"

At this time, Cao Xingkui no longer cared about his old waist, and his face was about to burst into laughter.

After he learned the news, the smile on his face never stopped. He asked Ren Changsong and the others over and over again how wonderful the foreigner's expression was, and he never tired of it.

Cao Xingkui, on the other hand, was not that interested in the song "Life is Like a Summer Flower" written by Chen Tianhong because he was not a poet.

"Okay, Lao Cao, don't be too proud. I know Tianhong is your apprentice, but you didn't teach him the ability to write poetry. What does it have to do with you? You just got lucky and picked one up for nothing.

apprentice."

Ren Changsong said to his old friend,

"Old Ren, you are so jealous, haha!"

Cao Xingkui didn't take it seriously at all. He didn't teach him the skill of poetry. He taught him a lot of writing experience, especially about writing science fiction novels.

"Old Cao, I want to discuss something with you."

Ren Changsong changed his subject and suddenly said seriously.

"you say."

Cao Xingkui also stopped smiling.

"Let Tianhong concentrate on writing poetry! It would be a waste of his talent not to write poetry. I can guarantee that he will be trained into a great poet."

Ren Changsong was not joking when he said this, he was very serious.

Based on Chen Tianhong's performance at this exchange meeting, he really wants Chen Tianhong to become a full-time poet.

"Impossible, Lao Ren, didn't I tell you? I have already planned Tianhong's future writing career. If you mention this again, we will never see each other again. You are even more outrageous than Feng Zijie."

Cao Xingkui immediately refused, but then another person came and wanted to steal his apprentice.

"Old Cao, the path you planned is not necessarily the best! You have to see what Tianhong thinks. I think Tianhong likes to write poetry."

"Yes, Lao Cao, the president is right. You see, Tianhong has written several poems, science fiction novels, and just one "Country Teacher"! From this point of view, Tianhong is still more

I like to write poetry.”

Lao Qin on the side spoke out in support.

"Mr. Cao, you don't know that Chen Tianhong is really a genius in writing poetry. Don't you think the sentence [Life is as brilliant as summer flowers, death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves] is beautifully written?"

A middle-aged man who attended the exchange meeting also joined in.

"Yeah yeah"

"Lao Cao"

For a while, there were endless voices supporting Ren Changsong at the dinner table, but there was no way. This was in the Poetry Association, not in Pingjiang, and Cao Xingkui was isolated and helpless.

"No way, don't even think about it! You guys are going too far!"

Cao Xingkui blew his beard and glared angrily, but he could only rage furiously. After all, no matter how loud one person's voice was, it could not be compared to that of a group of people.

Chen Tianhong did not participate in the quarrel among the elders. At this moment, it is not good to support anyone.

Logically speaking, he should support his teacher Cao Xingkui, but he is also a member of the Poetry Association now. So just work hard!

I have to say that the meals prepared by the chefs at the Poetry Association are really good, especially the braised pork, which is golden in color and has a tangy aroma of sugar.

It tastes much sweeter than what my mother makes, but it's not overly sweet, and it's smoother and more tender. It's delicious in the mouth.

He didn't touch much of the other dishes, and basically ate nothing more than this plate of braised pork.

Picking up a piece of braised pork, Chen Tianhong carefully put it into his mouth. He first licked the skin of the meat, which was very rotten and melted away.

Then gently bite down, and you will see that it is fatty meat, but not greasy. Instead, it has the unique flavor of pork. Bite it again, and you will find that it is lean meat and it is still very fragrant.

As soon as it enters the stomach, one word comes out: Beautiful!

When he picked up the chopsticks and wanted to pick up the braised pork again.

Suddenly something felt wrong. The sound of the quarrel just now disappeared and became extremely quiet. There was also a chill on my neck, as if many people were staring at me.

Putting down his chopsticks, Chen Tianhong looked away from the braised pork.

Then he saw everyone in the box looking at him, especially the teacher Cao Xingkui, whose eyes were wide open.

"What's going on? Why aren't you noisy anymore? Why are you looking at me!"

"President Teacher, you guys?"

Chen Tianhong asked cautiously.

"Cianhong, do you like poetry or science fiction?"

Ren Changsong spoke first, winking at Chen Tianhong as he spoke, especially emphasizing his tone in the poem.

Chen Tianhong was about to answer.

Cao Xingkui coughed heavily.

"Tianhong, think about it carefully before speaking."

Chen Tianhong's head was filled with questions. Why did the teacher's voice sound threatening?

Do you like poetry or science fiction novels? Is it even necessary to think about it?

"President, I like them all! Not only that, I also like martial arts novels, youth novels, and detective novels."

Chen Tianhong has almost explained the types of novels.

He was telling the truth. In his previous life, Chen Tianhong was not only an Internet writer, but also an old bookworm. As long as the novels were well written, he liked them no matter what genre they were. He even read them all, including Mr. Bai, who was very popular in his previous life.

I have done so and highly admire the author's writing style.

Hearing Chen Tianhong's answer, everyone in the room was full of black lines. Why do you like them all? Do you want to develop in an all-round way?

"I'm not asking you this. What Lao Ren means is which path do you want to take in the future? Do you want to write science fiction novels or science fiction novels?"

"Old Cao, what you said is too much. Ask carefully and don't lead maliciously. Tianhong, just leave him alone. Just tell the truth. Which poem you like the most is the cultural essence of a nation."

Ren Changsong said that he would not guide, but the last sentence was full of metaphors, and it was an old double standard.

Chen Tianhong understood, he understood! They didn't have a dispute about their feelings just now, so they turned their attention to him.

If you talk about poetry, the president will win; if you talk about science fiction, the teacher will win.

But I don’t want to choose which one alone, he can do it!

But wouldn’t it be a little too crazy to say it? After all, according to normal people’s understanding, a writer can only write one type of novel well, even poetry.

But I am not a normal person!

I'm so worried!

"I'm hungry"

Chen Tianhong decided not to answer. He looked at the plate of braised pork, his meaning was obvious.

I think since the teacher and president care about me so much, they will definitely let me eat first.

"Eat after answering!"

Cao Xingkui and Ren Changsong said in unison.

Chen Tianhong: "."

"Okay, actually I can do it"

Mr. Sima Beijie is going to have an ending. He won’t fight like the previous one. I’m afraid of being scolded! I’m just writing about martial arts. There will be several more chapters. Let’s warm up first. Thank you ni22, Sabretooth Tiger. I haven’t gotten in the car yet. Come in.

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