After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 95 Give you a poem

Han Yue's song "Visiting Dading Lake" can be said to have astonished everyone with his skills. Not only literary writers such as Hexuan Jushi and Xiyang Wuxie, but even Zhang Zhen and others who came with Han Yue felt like thunder was rolling in the sky, and they were scorched by the thunder.

Linen.

How can this be called poetry? Even any poem written by a student who has attended junior high school would be better than this one.

"Dear writers, how is my poem? You said that the poem I wrote last year didn't make sense and didn't read smoothly! I tried so hard on this one that my hair even fell out thinking about it.

I just came up with it.

Especially the sentence about the toad on the lotus. When I saw this scene, I was always happy. Which great writer will comment on it? Lao Xie, you were the first to comment last year, why don’t you be the first this year?

Come?"

Han Yue didn't feel that his poem was ridiculous at all, but felt good about himself. He couldn't wait to look at the sunset, looking forward to giving him a good review or something.

"I'm not called Lao Xie! You can call me by my pen name or my real name."

Hearing what Han Yue called him, Xiyang Wuxie corrected him.

Yes, since he reviewed Han Yue last year, this guy has been eyeing him.

"Oh, your pen name is too long, and it's not friendly to call you. It's nice to call you Lao Xie. Come on, let me give you a drink first, Lao Xie."

Han Yue filled his glass with wine and drank it all in one gulp. Drinking white wine was as casual as drinking cold water.

Then he walked to Xiyang Wuxie and wanted to persuade him to drink.

"Hold on!"

Xiyang Wuxie stopped Han Yue's actions in time.

"This crooked poem of yours. How do you put it? If compared with your poem "Lightning in the Sky" from last year, it is indeed much better. At least the sentences are much smoother. The artistic conception is ahem, I really haven't read it yet.

Come out. Boss Han, I think you are really not suitable for poetry, so don’t waste your talent. I still think you are more suitable for business."

Xiyang Wuxie racked his brains and really didn't know how to comment on the song "Visiting Dading Lake". In the end, he couldn't help but tell the truth.

At first, Han Yue listened happily, but the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong. What did he mean by being suitable for business? It was obvious that he still looked down upon him!

"Okay, Lao Xie, since you think this poem of mine is not good, then come and make one for me as a gift. I will definitely study hard when I go back. But since it was given to me, the name of the poem is

"Gift to Han Yue"."

It's still the same as last year. As long as the reviews don't say anything good, this guy will write poems.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you really want to write a poem for him. Even if he decides the name of the poem for you every year, if you really want to write him a poem called "Gift to Han Yue", then don't meet anyone in the circle.

Already.

Xiyang Wuxie didn't answer any more. He picked up his wine glass and drank the wine in the glass. The meaning was very clear, come here, you want me to write a poem for you, it doesn't exist.

"Haha. Then I'll toast the great writer again."

Han Yuepi picked up the wine bottle with a smile and poured it for Xiyang Wuxie, and then filled it for himself. He finished first.

"That's all, that's all. This has been expected for a long time! I just don't know if I can hold on to a few more drinks today."

Xiyang Wuxie had no choice but to pick up the wine glass again. If nothing else happened, after drinking this glass, he would have a second glass. Only when he was drunk would this person give up, and then the next person.

It’s hard for Master Hexuan to talk about this kind of thing. Although they all looked down on Han Yue, they didn’t reach out to hit the smiling man. Han Yue’s behavior was very rogue, but everyone respected him as a great writer, and

It's still a toast, as much as you drink, others drink.

As for Zhang Zhen and others, they should not harm Han Yue's face too much. As long as the situation does not get out of control, they will not stop Han Yue's behavior.

Xiyang Wuxie had just finished drinking the wine in his hand, when Han Yue picked up the bottle and started to fill it up for him.

Before he could pour the wine, the young man's clear and clean voice sounded in the room.

"Boss Han, wait a minute!"

Needless to say, the person with such a voice must be Chen Tianhong.

Everyone looked at Chen Tianhong, and Han Yue also put down the wine bottle in his hand.

"Haha, what's the matter with you little writer? Don't worry, after brother Laoxie and I finish drinking, we will greet you alone later."

"That's not necessary. I think the song "Visiting Dading Lake" written by Boss Han just now is pretty good. Why don't you let me comment on it?"

"Okay! Come here, little writer."

Han Yue was very pleasantly surprised. He knew a little about Chen Tianhong, especially through the award ceremony just now, he knew that the young man in front of him was a genius.

"The first two sentences of Boss Han's poem are quite satisfactory, not unusually brilliant. But they give people a visual sense, slowly drawing the entire Dading Lake closer to a lotus, and then to a single lotus in the lotus.

Later, Boss Han was surprised to find that there was a toad on the lotus! He came into the scene, reached out and poked it playfully, which reflected the childishness. The words of poking and jumping seemed vulgar, but in fact they were elegant."

"Haha, good! That's good. That's what I was thinking when I poked the toad. I'm just saying, there will definitely be someone who understands me. Although you are not old, little writer, you are the most understanding poet I have ever seen.

people."

Chen Tianhong's comments made Han Yue laugh loudly, feeling like he had met a confidant.

Everyone in the room looked at Chen Tianhong with strange expressions. Anyone who has studied for a few years knows that this poem is not very good. Why would this person still praise it?

"but."

Chen Tianhong suddenly changed his topic and lengthened his voice.

"My uncle's nephew also wrote a poem like this."

"Tianhong, how old is your nephew?"

Xiyang Wuxie was the first to react, and now he understood what Chen Tianhong meant.

"He is in fifth grade this year."

"puff"

In the fifth grade of elementary school, everyone in the room couldn't hold it in anymore after hearing these words. Even Mo Sang, who had always been expressionless, had a smile on his face.

Han Yue's face suddenly darkened.

"Why don't I give Boss Han a poem?"

Chen Tianhong continued.

Han Yue was startled when he heard this, what kind of operation is this! He just mocked him, now he wants to send poems?

Everyone also looked at Chen Tianhong in confusion.

""To Han Yue". I am originally from the back mountain, and I was an occasional guest in the front hall. I danced drunkenly with half a volume of scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, sat in a well and talked about the vastness of the sky. I have great ambitions and play for fame, and I measure the blessings and misfortunes in the sea. When I talk about the lack of money, I get angry.

It means the world is broken."

Chen Tianhong slowly said a poem.

This poem was not written by the ancients in the previous life, but came from a novel called "The Distant Redeemer". The protagonist in the novel composed this poem after being made things difficult for him at the wine table. This poem

As soon as the first words were recited on the wine table, those who made things difficult for him were ashamed.

After reciting the words, Chen Tianhong did not continue to speak, but sat down minding his own business.

"The young writer is really amazing! I like this poem very much."

Han Yue's fat face was full of smiles. With his cultural background, he couldn't understand the meaning of this poem, but it sounded very noble to him.

However, the scene was very quiet, and no one spoke except Han Yue.

a long time

"Tianhong, isn't it a little bit nice to give him such a nice word?"

Xiyang Wuxie spoke first, and then he wanted to say the word waste.

"Good words, good words!"

The layman Hexuan also sighed.

"If this poem had another name, it would be in another realm. It would be a pity. Mr. Zhang, I think you should take Mr. Han out."

Mo Sang suddenly spoke to Zhang Zhen. This was the first time he said such a long sentence, and this sentence was meant with good intentions.

"Sorry! Writers! We won't disturb you anymore. Old Han, let's go! Don't leave it here any longer and embarrass yourself."

Zhang Zhen is one of the organizers who has had more contact with layman Hexuan and Mo Sang, and unlike Han Yue, he is highly educated.

Han Yue didn't understand the meaning of that poem, but he did.

The artistic conception of this poem is very high. What Mo Sang said just now is right. If you change the name, it will be in another realm. As for the literal meaning of this poem, it is purely to mock Han Yue.

The meaning of the poem is that a person who has lived in the back mountains for a long time, has never seen the world, and has no knowledge. Occasionally, he has the opportunity to go to the elegant hall. He obviously has no ink, but he talks eloquently from a well. He says that he has great ambitions.

He disdains fame and fortune, but when he really has no money in his pocket, he is incompetent and angrily points at God and curses that the world is unfair.

At a small level, this poem is a satire on Han Yue. At a large level, it mocks them all. You came over to toast, but you didn’t follow any rules. You obviously don’t have the ability to show off around a group of people in the industry.

knowledge.

Zhang Zhen really has no shame in staying any longer. He is not as thick-skinned as Han Yue.

"Why am I going out? I like this poem that the little writer gave me very much! I want to toast him with a glass of wine."

Han Yue didn't know why, he really thought Chen Tianhong had given him a good poem.

Zhang Zhen winked at the others, who stepped forward to hold Han Yue up, said sorry, and exited the box.

When Zhang Zhen and the others went out, everyone looked at Chen Tianhong with complicated expressions.

They now feel ashamed that an eighteen-year-old child has such a high level.

"Tianhong, do you really want to call this poem "Gift to Han Yue"?"

Xiyang Wuxie couldn't help but asked. This poem will definitely be spread, and it will definitely leave a heavy mark in modern poetry. It is really inappropriate to call this name "Gift to Han Yue".

"Of course not. I plan to call this poem "Self-Mockery"

Of course Chen Tianhong would not take advantage of Han Yue.

""Self-Mockery". Well, if it is called this, then this poem will have another realm."

Layman Hexuan stroked his beard and nodded.

Another realm of this poem is self-effacement. On the surface, it is a satire on those villains who sit in a well and look at the sky, do not know knowledge, and do not follow rules. In fact, it is also praising people on their side who are indifferent to fame and wealth, have lofty ambitions, and go out with a big heart.

treat you.

After that, no one came to disturb them anymore, but the small disturbance about the banquet had already spread.

I almost forgot to mention that the TV series adapted from "The Distant Savior" is called "The Way of Heaven". Teacher Wang Zhiwen plays a very penetrating role. I highly recommend it!

(End of chapter)