Cultural Scholar: Famous in the World from the Universal History

A bright and sleek meeting room.

More than a dozen people are in a meeting.

The half-white-haired man sitting on the throne said, "This poetry conference has cost a lot of money from the department, how are the preparations?"

A woman wearing silver-rimmed glasses replied: "The venue, host, guests, and contestants are all in place, and the advertisers have been contacted, and now there is only one question left." "

"What's the problem?".

The woman in glasses said: "Our project team proposed that we could consider a finale poem in the first issue of the first season, but we have not yet decided which one to use. "

"Finale poem?".

"Yes. The woman with glasses said, "The so-called good start, we also want to have an opening poem, if it is a set poem, it is better." "

"But if you don't choose well, you may laugh and be generous. "

"Is there a solution?" asked the white-haired man, unhurriedly.

"There are two options. "

"One is to choose an ancient poem that is very famous, but this is not quite in line with the purpose of the poem we wanted to set the scene at the beginning, and it falls into clichés. "

Another option is to ask a famous artist to write an impromptu poem, or use a poem that they have not published before. "

"And it must be ancient poetry, modern poetry does not fit our program concept. "

The woman was silent.

Apparently she didn't think either of them was a good solution.

Needless to say, the disadvantages of the first one are obvious.

The second option looks good, but are there any real poets out there?

This is a big question mark.

"Let's all talk about our opinions, this is one of the biggest shows we have invested in in half a year. "

The white-haired man said, and someone spoke immediately.

"I think it's better to choose the first plan, find a majestic ancient poem, which can suppress the aura. "

"Agree with the first option. "

"Personally, I think the second plan is good, even if the poetry of today's people is not as good as that of the ancients, it is also an innovation. "

"If we choose the second option, who are we going to go to?"

"Mr. Qu Bencheng is good, he is very good at ancient poetry and modern poetry, and he has also written many poems. "

"Mr. Qu can, I have read some of the poems he wrote, and they are not far behind the ancients. "

"Is it really feasible? What we need is a real set poem, and we can't stop it, we can only make jokes. "

"At least ask Qu Lao first, otherwise what's the use of us just talking here?"

“......"

After discussing for a while, the white-haired man said, "Xiao Yang, then you go and contact Mr. Qu Bencheng to see what response he has." "

"Okay. The glasses woman Yang Ximei nodded.

After the meeting, Yang Ximei immediately wanted to contact Qu Bencheng.

However, she didn't have Qu Bencheng's contact information, so she asked for the phone number of Qu Bencheng's son Qu Ming.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?".

"Hello, I am the planner of the poetry conference program......".

After introducing the general situation, Qu Ming said: "I'll ask my father about this later, and I'll reply to you tomorrow at the latest." "

"Okay, excuse me. "

Hanging up the phone, Qu Ming walked into a small courtyard, where an old man was sitting in a wheelchair basking in the sun.

This is exactly Qu Bencheng.

The most famous poet in Xia Guo at the moment.

A true poet.

He has not only published several personal poetry collections, but also written many books related to poetry rhythm, poetry theory, and critical poetry theory.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a book.

"What's the matter?" Qu Bencheng asked.

Qu Ming explained the truth of the matter.

When Qu Bencheng heard that he was looking for a set poem, he smiled and said: "Then they are looking for the wrong person, I can't do it, the poems I wrote can't reach that height." "

Qu Ming said: "I see that Dad, you have also written a lot of ...... in the past few years."

Qu Bencheng shook his head: "I write a lot of poems, but most of them are chattering things that are not worth mentioning. "

"When I was young, I was a little strong, but now I can't, I'm old and sick, I'm in a wheelchair, and I can still write good things. "

"In fact, the requirements of the set poem may not be so high......," Qu Ming hesitated.

"Hey, you don't think it's that demanding, but I don't want to be embarrassed when I'm old. "

"If my old friends knew that I thought my poems could suppress the ancients, they would have to write to me and laugh at me. "

Qu Bencheng said: "However, the poetry of today's people may not be as good as that of the ancients, but this today's person is not me." "

Qu Ming was unconvinced and said: "Is there anyone stronger than you in the field of poetry?".

Qu Bencheng snorted: "You want to make people laugh out of their big teeth when you say this big thing." "

"I'm good at criticism and theory, but I don't have that great talent when it comes to writing poetry. "

Qu Ming couldn't help but say: "I don't believe that anyone can surpass you in writing poetry." "

"Isn't there one recently?" Qu Bencheng said with a smile.

"Who?" Qu Ming was at a loss.

"Qin Wen, you still read his poems to me, and you forgot them so quickly?" Qu Bencheng said slowly.

"I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after...... This is the pinnacle of loneliness, and it is also the loneliness that no one can match. "

Qu Bencheng sighed, "I have written all my life, and I don't have the weight of others." "

Qu Ming was speechless when he heard the name "Qin Wen", and finally said hesitantly: "Clever hands, even ......

".

Qu Bencheng ignored him and basked in the sun.