After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 293 I love this land

If you are young and promising in your twenties, you will definitely have a good person to accompany you, and the applause will be heard everywhere!

If you are in your twenties, there will be rumors around you and your parents will also turn white!

Reality is always reality. If you have the opportunity to do it again, can you live a different life like Chen Tianhong?

I dare not make a promise, I only dare to say that things are done by humans!

At this time, Chen Tianhong had just celebrated his 20th birthday, but he had already appeared on the stage of the world. Under the gaze of everyone, he remembered his appearance and his name with a high spirit.

Traveling in a foreign country, New York is full of roses, and who is young on the road shows his spirit and elegance!

Chen Tianhong strode to the podium and took the microphone from the host's hand. At that time, the applause melted, and everyone's eyes and the cameras in the hands of the media workers were all aimed at him.

Everyone wants to know what this young man who created a small miracle, made Eastern science fiction, and made the name of the young generation of China's country next.

Chen Tianhong on the stage did not speak immediately. He first slowly glanced at the conference hall, then paused in front of the camera's lens for a few seconds, revealing a radiant smile.

The smile made Liu Yifei, who was standing in front of the TV, thumping her heart. Somehow, although it was far away from the ocean and thousands of miles away, Yifei still knew tacitly that her boyfriend's smile was given to her.

The most beautiful look of the other person during his youthful love may be the smile on his face!

"May the boy I like can always smile so clearly!"

Liu Yifei silently made her blessings.

"Old Chen, look at how happy our son is smiling. This smile must be given to us!"

Although he had seen his son on TV more than once, Liu Yanhong still said excitedly.

"Of course, if you don't give us a smile, you can give us someone else."

Old Chen was also full of joy, but he was a little regretful while being happy.

"Oh, this cultural and educational organization is really stingy. I only send the invitation letter to our son, and I don't say I'll give us two, otherwise we can still watch our son come on stage to receive the award!"

"Who said it wasn't that?"

Hearing her husband's words, Liu Yanhong also felt a little lonely at the corner of her eyes.

"Haha, it's okay, Yan Hong, our son is so outstanding, and there will be a chance in the future. Let's go together at that time."

Feeling that his words affected the cheerful atmosphere, Chen Zhide gently patted his wife on the shoulder and comforted her.

Chen Zhide's words were very reasonable, so the sad atmosphere came and went quickly, and the two of them quickly regained their energy.

"What a pity."

In the living room, Ren Changsong, president of the Poetry Association, said twice in a row after seeing Chen Tianhong's bright smile.

"Lao Ren, what a pity you are? I heard you praise this child just now, but why did you regret it again in a few minutes?"

The wife beside her asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, I'm just a pity that this child's award-winning work is science fiction novel, not our Chinese poetry."

Ren Changsong explained with a smile.

In fact, the international situation of the Chinese poetry is similar to that of oriental science fiction novels, and is not particularly recognized by Western countries.

That's why Ren Changsong felt this way.

"What a pity? Isn't it better if you let this kid write a poem next time?"

My wife replied without caring about it.

Her words made Ren Changsong feel moved. My wife was right! Chen Tianhong is only 20 years old now and will definitely continue to participate in the youth literature competition in the future.

But Ren Changsong was still a little confused and wanted to rely on poetry, especially Chinese poetry, to be recognized by Westerners. The difficulty was much more difficult than writing oriental science fiction novels.

Let’s not talk about translation as a big problem! Even poets and writers from Western countries have rarely entered the top ten by writing poetry, let alone the first one.

When Ren Changsong was considering it, Yan Shanqing and Xiaonian Secretary were a little nervous in the conference hall because they found that Chen Tianhong did not bring the manuscript to the stage, and the manuscript was still placed in the seat.

"Why is this kid so arrogant? He is not as good as Hou Bangxiu, and he still knows how to get the manuscript."

Yan Shanqingdong muttered.

At this time, Chen Tianhong on the stage finally spoke out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon! It is a great honor for me to win the first place. I would like to thank the organizing committee for its recognition of my entry "Three-Body Problem", and I would like to thank the people who helped me in the creation of "Three-Body Problem", my family, my teachers, and my friends."

Chen Tianhong's opening article is still a thank you as usual, which is basically what every writer who comes to the stage to receive the award will say.

"I am a science fiction fan. I have read many science fiction novels, both domestically and abroad. I think science fiction novels are literature based on imagination. The reason why humans can transcend other species to establish civilization is mainly because they can create things that do not exist in their brains.

So how to activate your imagination?

I believe that the boundless space is still the best destination and destination for human imagination, and the vast starry sky can always carry infinite imagination.

Even if it is mysterious and grand, it will make people feel awe and even scare.

But as I said in the book, "We are all bugs in the gutter, but there are still people who have to look up at the stars!"

I like to look up at the starry sky at night. At that time, the Milky Way poured into the night sky, and the stars shone everywhere where I stood was the land and the land of China.

The only unstoppable thing is time, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the speed at which time passes!

But we have history!

It is this land that nurtured me, nurtured our Chinese civilization, gave us five thousand years of history, and also had romance that belonged to our East.

I love this land

When he said this, Chen Tianhong's voice suddenly choked up. The representatives of the Great Hall and the people in front of the TV suddenly discovered that the young man was filled with tears.

For a moment, everyone was a little surprised. It would be normal to say that Chen Tianhong was too excited to cry because he won the first place.

But this is not true after hearing the comments! It’s just the beginning!

It seemed that I had talked about the land of China, and then I cried for no reason.

Could it be that you miss home?

Soon, Chen Tianhong's next words made everyone understand what he wanted to do.

He actually wanted to write poetry!

"Please allow me to present a poem to the land that gave birth to me and raised me! The name of this poem is "I Love This Land""

"Paila."

The sound of water cups falling on the floor rang in the hall.

However, after Ren Changsong heard what Chen Tianhong said, he was too happy and did not hold the water cup.

"Old Ren, please pay attention! How can you even throw the cup when you drink water? It's true."

My wife stood up and took a broom to clean it up while complaining.

Ren Changsong was still in the mood to talk to his wife at this moment, and he didn't care about the water cup that had been with him for a long time. His eyes were staring at the TV, his ears were raised, for fear of missing every word Chen Tianhong said next.

With his understanding of Chen Tianhong, the poems that Chen Tianhong said at the award ceremony must be very good and have a special meaning.

If I were a bird, I should also sing with my hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of grief and anger will always surging with us,

This endless irritating wind blowing,

And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest...

"Hmm? If I were a bird"

When he heard the first sentence, what Ren Changsong felt was abrupt, using things to describe people?

Give up the human thinking language and borrow the birds to pour out his feelings for his homeland?

Then he heard the next few words and was sure.

This description is correct, but the poem is too simple and simple, and the sound of birds should be beautiful and crisp. Why use the word "honey"?

There are also the storm that comes later, the river of grief and anger, and the wind that is angering. This makes people feel a feeling of melancholy, or what is Chen Tianhong grief and anger?

Just the sentence "The extremely gentle dawn in the forest" made Ren Changsong feel much more comfortable.

But the next sentence made him completely confused.

"Then I died and even my feathers rotted in the land!"

"What the hell? I wasn't I still flying on the earth just now, but why did I suddenly die? My feathers still rotten. What is this!"

Chen Tianhong's sudden words "I'm dead", and this turning point made Ren Changsong, who was very knowledgeable about poetry, not know why.

Even he is like this, not to mention the others in front of the TV. They don’t even know why the good award speech suddenly got to the ground.

The representatives in the Great Hall were also confused because Chen Tianhong said it in Chinese. Even if there was a simultaneous translation of the headset, he would definitely be inferior to Ren Changsong, Yan Shanqing and others in terms of understanding.

Until Chen Tianhong spoke the last two lines of poetry.

"Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply..."

After saying these two sentences, Chen Tianhong did not stop and instead said it from the beginning in English.

“If I were a bird”

Ren Changsong didn't listen to the English version. He was thinking about the whole poem in his mind, and murmured in his mouth.

"Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply..."

Somehow, after reading these two sentences, Ren Changsong's eyes felt a little sore.

With his skills, before Chen Tianhong finished reading the English version, he already understood the emotions contained in this poem.

As Chen Tianhong said, he loved the land of China and had even reached the point where he didn't know how to talk about it, so he borrowed "birds" to express his emotions.

As for why the birds' voices are hoarse, this can better express your love for the land of our hometown. It is enhanced and contrasted with the mountains and rivers described below, making people feel admirable.

Then there was a sudden big turn, the bird died, but its body was still fertile.

Life and death are once again in a strong contrast, highlighting Chen Tianhong's persistent love for the land in the contrast, which is described in the words of Eastern romanticism.

Born here, sing here, buried here, remember here, and will never stop until death

Until the last two sentences are completely sublimated, this is no longer about expressing emotions through birds, but about expressing one's feelings directly!

Love the land, love the homeland, love too deeply and too strongly, and I don’t know what to describe it, and it can only turn into tears in the end.

When he thought of the tears of Chen Tianhong before reciting the poem, Ren Changsong felt a lot and even resonated with him.

There is no doubt that this is a patriotic poem that expresses Chen Tianhong's sincere patriotic feelings.

"I love this land"

Yan Shanqing in the Great Hall also heard it. Unlike Ren Changsong, his eyes were not only sore, but also red. If you look close, you could see a few drops of turbid tears hidden inside.

As a representative of the Chinese Writers Association, Yan Shanqing was in charge of the cultural and educational organization. He has not returned to China for nearly a year. People who are far away in foreign countries all have an obsession in their hearts, that is, the complex of hometown.

Chen Tianhong's poem simply hit his heart, how could he not feel?

So at the same time, the people in front of the TV also reported that their understanding may not be as deep as Yan Shanqing, but as a Chinese, who is not patriotic and who does not love the land of the motherland?

Not to mention anything else, the last two lines of poetry alone are enough to touch countless Chinese people.

After Chen Tianhong finished speaking in English, the representatives of the Congress Party also heard that this was the first patriotic poem. What country's citizens are not patriotic?

So the audience burst into applause!

A young man who loves his motherland deserves their applause.

Amid the applause, Yan Shanqing's tears finally flowed down.

After seeing this, Zou Yingde, who was sitting next to him, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it over.

After Yan Shanqing's emotions calmed down slightly, Zou Yingde spoke in a low voice.

"Old Yan. Don't you think this poem written by Tianhong is a bit weird?"

"What a weird thing? What a good patriotic poem. Why, Lao Zou thinks this poem is not good?"

Yan Shanqing looked down upon him, and he was very unhappy to listen to Zou Yingde's words.

"No. Mr. Yan, what does it mean? What I mean is that Tianhong seems to express his patriotic feelings through this poem, but it seems to contain another meaning, which is the first half of the poem. I always feel that he is metaphoring something. Since it is expressing feelings, why do you use words like "sad and anger, irritation""

Zou Yingde quickly explained that Yan Shanqing's temper is not very good, and he has a name in the Writers Association, a stubborn little old man.

Upon hearing this, Yan Shanqing's face slowed down. He just focused on feeling in his heart and did not carefully pick words like Zou Yingde. Now that he was reminded, he really felt that this song "I Love This Land" was not that simple.

The background of writing poetry is not right. To be precise, it should have special meanings in the current era.

But Yan Shanqing thought about it and then, but still couldn't figure out what another layer of metaphor was, and Zou Yingde also didn't figure it out.

Now I can't go on stage to ask, so I can only wait until Chen Tianhong comes down before asking carefully.

However, there is someone who feels the same way as them in the Great Hall. This person is the first young African writer to come on stage to receive the award, Abbas!

When Chen Tianhong finished reciting the poem, he shed a few tears like Yan Shanqing, because he also loved his African land very much.

The difference is that when he listened to the first half of the poem, what he saw was the scene of the West suppressing their African writers.

It was a storm-like blow. No one knew how difficult it was for him to get the tenth place, nor did they know how difficult it was for African writers to walk internationally.

Abbas and his friends were sad and angry about Western writers like Buck, just as they were written in the poem.

He also knew that Western writers would also use some tricks to the East, but they were not as cruel to them.

Perhaps, this young writer from the East on the stage used poetry to satirize this phenomenon and express his anger.

At this time, Chen Tianhong on the stage continued to speak.

ps: I went to queue up for testing today. I didn’t have time, so I will make up for it in the future! The notebook is on! There is an Easter egg seal!

(End of this chapter)