Cultural Scholar: Famous in the World from the Universal History

"This is Mr. Qin Wen's best gift to our poetry club, and it is his expectation for young people!"

In a large classroom, Zhu Xingshui stood on the podium and said excitedly to his members sitting below.

"I thought we could start a poetry recitation event!".

Hearing this, a member stood up and asked, "President, what should we do?"

Zhu Xingshui said: "Shooting a video of reciting poetry and posting it on the Internet should be something we can do. "

"In addition to that, I think we can rehearse a quasi-drama program with this song "Believe in the Future" together. "

This hymn should be seen by more people. "

"Young people are too confused, so they should believe in the future!"

“......"

Soon, with the launch of the Poetry Club, more and more people on the Internet saw Qin Wen's poem.

In particular, Qin Wen's recitation at the art meeting and the video of the program performed by the members of the poetry club made many netizens praise:

"I think the first stanza of this poem amazes me the most!".

"I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future. I think these words are so beautiful!".

"This poem should have been written by Mr. Qin Wen when he was young, and it is obvious that there is a sense of youth in the poem. There is not only the confusion of youth, but also the deep expectation for the future. "

"Woo woo, Mr. Qin's ancient poems and modern poems are written so well, I feel like I'm a waste. "

"Upstairs, take the feeling out, and add a ...... after my word

."

“......"

......

Zhou Qiming is a sophomore.

It stands to reason that college life is very happy.

After all, there is no longer any need to brush eight test papers a day in high school and fight for sixteen hours in a row.

There will be no admonition from teachers and parents.

But he hasn't been happy lately.

Because his brother was hit by a drunk driver and injured his left leg.

The doctor thinks that he may not be able to return to his original state, and at most he will be able to walk normally and not run.

His elder brother Zhou Long fell into complete pessimism from then on.

After all, for a young man, being lame is something almost unimaginable.

Not to mention that Zhou Long is an extremely introverted person.

All his emotions were pressed to the bottom of his heart.

Never tell the outside world.

Even when he was in pain, he wrote poetry at best.

He believes that poetry is the only one who is another self.

From poetry, you can find the habitat of your soul.

However, what makes Zhou Qiming and his parents miserable is that Zhou Long is now just lying in bed, basically doing nothing except normal eating and drinking.

Even his favorite poems are no longer written.

The eyes have lost their vivid color.

Zhou Qiming sat on the sofa in the living room and sighed, he scratched his hair, feeling helpless.

He couldn't even communicate with his brother.

Because all the comfort may eventually become: "You're fine, of course you can say that I want to open up".

Just when he was distressed, Zhou Long's voice suddenly came from the room:

"Qiming, help me take down my pen and paper. "

Zhou Qiming raised his head violently, a little surprised, and bursts of joy surged in his heart.

Brother, he actually started writing poetry!

Even if you write a more pessimistic poem, it's better than not wanting to do anything at all.

Not to mention that Zhou Qiming heard Zhou Long's voice very clearly, and his mood didn't seem to be very low.

"Anyway, it's a good ...... to start."

Thinking so, Zhou Qiming got up to get a pen and paper, and then sent it to Zhou Long's room.

Zhou Long took the paper and pen, sat on the head of the bed, and wrote wholeheartedly.

Zhou Qiming looked at him cautiously and found that Zhou Long was indeed very engrossed, with a determined look in his eyes.

Zhou Qiming gradually relaxed.

Then he looked curiously at the poems written on the paper.

Standing a little far away, so I didn't see it very clearly, and I could only vaguely see four words:

Believe in the future.

He lightly took out his mobile phone to search, and soon, the first push appeared, which was a big newspaper commenting on the poem "Believe in the Future":

"It's an optimist's concern, a letter to the future. What it writes is the enthusiasm and high spirits of young people, and it is also a kind of thoroughness that jumps out of time and space. "

Qin Wen's poem is loud and sound, bringing hope to young people in sonorous, vicissitudes and strength, making people see optimism from sadness, full of confidence in life and life in sadness, and has extraordinary upward and touching power. "

“......"

"Whenever the author is embarrassed, I can't help but recite the sentences, and I suddenly have confidence in my heart, and I feel that life is very long, very mellow, very short, and very long, and the pure voice that ripples the thickness of life lingers in the after......math of the beams."

After reading the whole poem and commentary, a big stone fell to the ground in Zhou Qiming's heart.

"It's good to have this poem......

."

Thinking so, he saw his brother's engrossed appearance, and quietly withdrew from the room.

On the other side, Zhou Long sat on the bed and wrote "Believe in the Future" repeatedly.

In particular, the sentence "Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future" has been copied over and over again.

Long.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

Then he opened his eyes and slowly wrote on the paper:

"Yi leads the arrow in the wilderness

Shine the sun hanging high

Since then, I have nine suns in my heart

They fall from the sky

...... born again in my heart."

“......"

"I have nine suns in my heart

Their fiery flames burned my soul

I struggled between darkness and light

They are awe-inspiring

They are majestic ......

".

“......"

Lines of poetry were written under the pen, and Zhou Long's expression became more and more determined.

Finally.

He wrote the last line.

I looked at the poem I had written, and then I looked at the poem "Believe in the Future".

A peaceful smile appeared on his face.

(Ask for some flower tickets~).