Entertainment From Divorce

Before I knew it, I had been drinking for three rounds.

Chen Jiandao: "Now we often talk about your movies at the Beijing Poetry Association."

Although he usually likes poetry, he also particularly likes movies.

When some new movies are released, I go there to watch them.

But not all movies will go there.

Chen Jian has basically watched all of Tan Yue's movies.

After all, Tan Yue is very talented. He wants to see what the movie will look like?

"As long as everyone likes it, it's okay." Tan Yue said: "Our company's ability to enter the international entertainment industry depends on movies, and we will continue to make movies in the next few years."

This is no secret either.

"It's good to make movies. Nowadays, domestic movies have always wanted to enter the international film market. You are the only one who has really done it."

Chen Jian also knows a little about the international film market. After all, his wife is the director of the State Administration of Culture.

Ye Wen had been worrying about this before.

When this topic was mentioned, Ye Wen asked: "Mr. Tan, do you have any plans to shoot a new movie recently?"

Tan Yue is the hope of domestic films.

If you want domestic films to attract attention in the global film market, only Tan Yue can do it.

Ye Wen is naturally the one who is looking forward to it the most, even more than the fans.

"I don't have any ideas for a new movie yet." Tan Yue said: "It hasn't been long since "Titanic" was released. The filming of "Titanic" was too hard, so I want to take a break first. That's it for now. While resting, I’m thinking about the new movie.”

Tan Yue also answered Ye Wen's questions truthfully, and there was nothing to hide.

If you have a new movie idea, maybe you will keep it a secret.

Ye Wen nodded in agreement.

A lot of effort goes into making a movie from production to release.

What's more, for a director of Tan Yue's level, if you don't take action, you won't take action. If you do, it will definitely be an excellent film.

Ye Wen said: "With Mr. Tan's films, domestic films are currently in a much better position in the global film market. In the past two years, many countries have wanted to purchase the broadcast rights of some domestic films."

The movie she talks about is naturally a classic among domestic movies.

Ye Wen continued: "If the newly released domestic movies can be so popular, I, the director of the General Administration of Culture, can retire with peace of mind."

She has always thought of completely promoting domestic films before retiring.

Now that Tan Yue is here, it is a very good help.

The so-called opportunity cannot be missed and it will never come again.

Chen Ziyu said: "It must be possible."

"Eat, eat."

Everyone continued to eat.

Tan Yue chewed a mouthful of food and asked, "President Chen, are you busy during this time?"

"The Poetry Association is quite relaxing, and I don't have to manage it. I usually read poems and do calligraphy exercises with others."

Ye Wen joked: "Your job is the easiest among us."

"Compared to all of you busy people, I do have much less work." Chen Jian said, "I've only been a little busy lately."

"Are there any activities?" Tan Yue asked.

He knew that the Poetry Association would usually be busier when holding activities.

Chen Jian nodded and said, "Yes, we recently organized an event and are collecting poems."

"what type is it?"

Collecting poems must have a theme, and it is also an activity.

"You often surf the Internet, and you should also know that in recent years, some people have gradually become superstitious. You can often see things like worshiping Buddha and praying to gods."

Everyone nodded subconsciously.

Chen Jian coughed lightly and continued: "I can understand the idea of ​​asking for wealth. Business people will worship the God of Wealth, but have you ever heard of asking for immortality?"

"Ah?" Chen Ye said in surprise: "Already in this era, there are still people who want immortality?"

"That's right." Chen Jian continued: "This is what I heard from people in the association. They said that a doctor or official was obsessed with longevity. He used many methods and took some weird things like Tai Sui."

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Chen Jian finished the story.

Looking around at everyone, he continued: "This kind of thing is getting more and more outrageous. Our association discussed it and decided to collect poems to let everyone look at this matter rationally and not be superstitious."

"How was the event?"

Chen Jian sighed and said: "The effect is not very good, I didn't receive any good works."

Since you want everyone to pay attention to this matter, you must write a good poem.

There are relatively few people paying attention to poetry in this era.

If the poems were plain and plain, fewer people would read them.

Then this event organized by the Poetry Association will have no meaning.

“Are there many people submitting articles?”

"Since the event started, we have received probably close to a hundred poems."

Chen Jian had a headache when he thought about this.

There are also several songs written by well-known poets, but they always seem to be ordinary.

He even contributed himself.

Ye Wen said: "There are relatively few people paying attention to poetry nowadays, and it is even more difficult to find a poem that can attract high attention."

Chen Jian nodded silently.

Of course he knew how difficult it was, but he had to do it.

Feudal superstition has to be broken, and seeking immortality is even more outrageous.

Tan Yue said: "Don't worry about this kind of thing, maybe you can receive a good work soon."

"I hope to find a poem that will be praised by people before the end of the event."

Since the event has been launched and people have submitted works. If the best and most suitable poem is not found in the end, the only option is to use the alternative.

But Chen Jian was not satisfied with the alternative poem.

"Increase the promotion of this event and let more people know about it. Maybe more people will submit works." Chen Ziyu suggested.

She felt that there were too few people who knew about this matter, so she could not receive good poems.

Thinking of the few poems that Tan Yue had written before, and they were very good, Chen Jian said: "Xiao Yue, can you write a poem with this as the title?"

Chen Jian felt that it was not appropriate to say so, and then said: "I know you are usually very busy and don't have much free time. Just listen to this matter. If you don't have time, forget it."

At this time, Tan Yue was a little drunk and said: "I will write one now."

"Ah?"

Everyone looked surprised.

Tan Yue smiled and said, "I've already thought about it."

In fact, when Chen Jian started to introduce the purpose of holding the event, a poem had already appeared in his mind.

If Chen Jian didn't ask, it would be fine, and his brain could still remain a little clear.

But when he asked, he said it directly.

"Okay." Chen Jian said happily, "Then I'll listen attentively and see how Mr. Tan's poem is?"

Chen Jian was also a little drunk, and at this time he felt like he was drinking and tasting poetry.

"Then I'll start." Tan Yue coughed lightly to clear his throat and said, "It's a poem called "The Short Day."

Everyone smacked it once, and then listened to Tan Yue continue to read.

"Fei Guang Fei Guang, I'll give you a glass of wine."

"I don't know the blue sky is high, the yellow earth is thick, I only see the cold moon and the warm sun, to fry people's longevity."

"Eat bear and you will be fat, eat frog and you will be thin."

"Where is the God, where is Taiyi."

Although Ye Wen is not a professional poet, she has also been influenced by Chen Jian and has some understanding of poetry.

Time is invisible and ruthless. She felt that Tan Yue personified it, not only visible, but also emotional. "Flying light, flying light" gave her a kind of intimate feeling!

Tan Yue continued: "There is a Ruomu tree in the east of the sky, and a dragon holding a candle is placed under it."

"I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its meat. It will not be able to turn back in the morning and lie down at night."

"Naturally, the old will not die, and the young will not cry. Why take gold and swallow white jade?"

Chen Jian, who was standing by, also closed his eyes and listened to this poem.

If he was not afraid of affecting Tan Yue, he would have applauded.

He felt that Tan Yue was very knowledgeable. Ruomu and Zhulong were originally two unrelated myths and legends.

He transformed and gave it new meaning, saying that there was a big tree named Ruomu in the east of the sky, and under it there was a dragon holding a candle and shining, which could illuminate the dark and sunless country.

Chen Jian felt the artistic conception of this poem.

If there was really a way to live forever, why did he still "take gold and swallow white jade"?

"Who is like Mr. Ren, riding a green donkey in the clouds."

"Liu Che's Maoling has many stagnant bones, and Ying Zheng's coffin is made of abalone."

After saying that, Tan Yue looked at Chen Jian and said, "Chairman Chen, what do you think of this poem?"

Compared with the other people, Chen Jian's attainments in poetry are naturally much higher.

Naturally, he wanted to know Chen Jian's opinion.

"It is definitely a good poem, so." Chen Jian thought for a while and said, "Let me briefly tell you what this poem means."

He has to consider everyone's feelings.

"Time flies, please drink this glass of wine.

I don't know how high the sky is, how thick the earth is.

I only see the change of seasons, the movement of the sun and the moon, and the wear and tear of people's years."

Chen Ziyu and the other two listened carefully.

"Liu Che's Maoling Mausoleum is buried with the remaining dry bones, and Ying Zheng's coffin carriage wasted the abalone to cover the stench." Chen Jian said: "Mr. Tan, is my explanation okay?"

"That's what I mean."

Chen Jian picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, leaned back in his chair, and said: "This poem is very interesting. There is a feeling of the fleeting time in the front, fantasy in the middle, and a mockery of the absurd idea of ​​seeking immortality in the back."

Chen Ye said: "Dad, isn't this the good poem you want to satirize those seeking immortality?"

Although she only had a vague understanding of the original text, she understood her father's vernacular translation.

Chen Jian seemed to be still immersed in his own world, muttering to himself: "There is another wonderful thing about this poem. There are many interrogative sentences. Arranged at the junction of paragraphs, it can enhance the tone and emotional color, making the poem full of a kind of ups and downs. "

Hearing such a good poem, he couldn't help but want to taste it.

Those who like poetry, in addition to writing, are tasting.

Tan Yue also took a sip of tea from the cup, thinking: "You are worthy of being the honorary president of the Poetry Association."

After just listening to it once, Chen Jian's understanding of "The Bitter Day is Short" was already quite deep.

"Xiao Ye, go to the study to get paper and pen, and ask Mr. Tan to write down this poem." Chen Jian woke up as if from a dream.

The purpose of writing it down is also to appreciate it well.

He knew that this "The Bitter Day is Short" was a good poem, better than any other poem he had seen during this period.

I have been worrying about this matter these days.

Chen Jian mentioned to Tan Yue that the Beijing Poetry Association held this event casually, talking about his troubles.

Who would have thought that it would be solved directly on site today.

"Xiaoye, wait a moment."

Chen Ye stopped and looked at Tan Yue, a little confused.

Tan Yue said embarrassedly: "President Chen, my handwriting is too ugly, please help me write it."

After writing this poem, I don’t know how many people will read it. If the words affect the whole poem, it won’t be worth it.

"That's okay." Chen Jian stood up and said, "Let's go to the study."

Ye Wen said: "I am eating right now. You can go to the study after dinner later."

She was also helpless.

After all, Tan Yue came to visit.

"Ju Ye, it's okay. We'll be back soon."

"Soon! Soon!" Chen Jian quickly took Tan Yue to the study.

Ye Wen was a little embarrassed and said: "Mr. Chen, I made you laugh. When old Chen sees good poetry, he looks like this. Sometimes he wishes he had to eat."

She remembered that when they were young, they were eating. Chen Jian saw a good poem in a newspaper and sat there for more than an hour without taking a bite of the meal.

"It's okay, it's normal to see something you like."

Ye Wen said: "Let's eat first."

"Okay." Chen Ziyu glanced in the direction of the study.

In the study room.

Tan Yue recited "Bitter Days Are Short" from the beginning: "Flying light, flying light, please give me a glass of wine"

Chen Jian on the side was writing on paper.

Perhaps because of drinking, Chen Jian's calligraphy today is a little elegant, but it also fits the artistic conception of the poem.

A few minutes later.

Chen Jian put down the pen in his hand and said, "Xiao Yue, is there anything wrong with what I wrote?"

"No problem at all."

Chen Jian looked at it and couldn't help but read: "Fei Guang, Fei Guang, I would like to ask you to have a glass of wine. I don't know how high the blue sky is and how thick the yellow earth is."

"Haha, what a poem! What a good poem!" Chen Jian said, "Xiao Yue, let's go back to eat first."

If it weren't for the guests, he would have liked to stay in the study and enjoy it.

Chen Jian couldn't bear to leave this poem in the study, so he took it out.

Ye Wen said: "Xiao Yue, sit down quickly and have something to eat."

"Okay." Tan Yue sat down and looked at each other and smiled at Chen Ziyu.

Chen Jian said: "You guys eat first, and I'll take a look at it later."

Chen Ye smiled and said, "Dad, let us take a look first?"

"Okay." Chen Jian handed the paper in his hand to Chen Ye.

Good poetry is interesting when more people can read it.

Tan Yue said with a smile: "The word uncle is so beautiful."

Chen Ye looked at it carefully and whispered, "My dad drank a little too much today."

She saw the elegance in her father's handwriting.

"A little bit." Chen Jian took the paper and continued to read, thinking: "If I show this poem to the old guys in the association, they will definitely be shocked."

He could imagine other people's reactions when they saw this poem, and it was written by Tan Yue.

It would be great if Tan Yue could agree to participate in this event, and it would definitely be held successfully.

Ye Wen smiled and said, "Let's continue eating."

Chen Ye glanced at his father helplessly and continued eating.