Lisco's American Life

As soon as Lisko walked in, he was pulled over by his senior brother Henir.

"Come on, Li, I'm running out of inspiration, come and help me."

Pulled to the poetry corner, there were many people gathered here. Lisko saw that his mentor's senior brother who was best at poetry was also here, as well as poets from the United States who were good at love, life, and nature poetry.

"Li, your previous poems were great. Do you have anything new this time?"

The poet Shamar also looked happy when he saw Lisko coming over. He had heard several of Lisko's poems before, and they were of high quality. Unfortunately, Lisko only composed a few poems and no good works were published.

Lisko looked at the eager eyes of the people around him and felt a little helpless.

Poetry is now very weak in the United States, and there are fewer and fewer new poets joining this year. These people often worry that American poets are going to have a break.

Because the income from poetry is limited, they can be said to be the lowest-paid literati, even worse than Hollywood screenwriters. Except for a few well-known ones who can publish poetry collections, most of them can only publish some works in the corners of newspapers from time to time.

And they have no way to sell the copyright, so the writer’s biggest source of income is gone.

Because there is no future, fewer and fewer people have joined this literary category in recent years. Young people are working on best-sellers and fantasy. Those who are still engaged in writing poetry are those who are really good at it.

"I have been preparing a new book recently, and I don't have any poems." Lisko answered truthfully.

Seeing everyone's disappointed and frustrated faces, Lisko still felt a little soft-hearted. Poetry is the romance of literati and the ideological sustenance of all literati. He may not be able to support Noda's group, but it is still possible to give poetry some power.

"However, I have works that have not been published before. Do you want to hear them?"

Shamal looked over in surprise and handed over the whiskey in his hand.

"certainly."

Shamar has a hobby. He likes to drink when he appreciates or writes poetry. In his words, poetry is the most beautiful in this drunken haze.

Lisko took the whiskey and took a sip. Shamal had been drinking high-concentration whiskey, and the strong taste suddenly made Lisko relax.

After pondering for a moment, he began to speak.

"I hear echoes from the valley and from my heart

Harvest the empty soul with the lonely sickle

Repeat determination and happiness again and again

There will eventually be an oasis swaying in the desert

I believe in myself

Born like a bright summer flower

Invincible and undefeated, as charming as fire

Bear the burden of heartbeat and burden of breathing

Never get tired of it.”

As soon as this opening came out, everyone applauded. The neat style conveyed the meaning of the entire poem at once. Just from this opening, you can already tell that this is a famous work.

Speaking of poetry, Lisko didn't know much about it, but he still knew about the existence of "Indian Li Bai", who was jokingly called "Indian Li Bai" by netizens. He had also read "The Collection of Birds", so the most suitable article at this time was "Life is Like a Summer Flower".

In his previous life, he knew about this article through Pu Shu's song of the same name. Later, he searched for the translation on the Internet. He found a translation by Mr. Zheng Zhenduo, a translator and writer from the Republic of China. The beautiful verses immediately attracted him.

At this time, people who were attracted by the cheers from the poetry corner began to gather around. Lisko looked at it, found a higher place and stood up to ensure that everyone could hear.

"I hear music from the moonlight and the body

auxiliary extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty

Life is full of intensity and innocence

There are always memories throughout the world

I believe in myself

Death is like a beautiful autumn leaf

Not prosperous, not chaotic, posture like smoke

Even if it withers, it still retains the pride of plumping muscles and clearing bones.

Mysterious and mysterious"

As soon as the second paragraph came out, more and more people applauded. The poet who was the first to gather around looked at Lisko as if on a pilgrimage. Today is the most glorious moment of poetry in this whole year.

Of course, the action here cannot be hidden from Berman, who is playing chess with his old friend. Berman listened to the poem and closed his eyes to enjoy it.

"Your young disciple's literary talent is truly extraordinary. I think there is no young writer in the world who can compare with him."

Pages is the dean of literature at Duke University in the UK. He is also a good friend of Berman. Every year, the club invites some non-club members with high literary status to participate to highlight the progress and prosperity of literature in their country. This year, he is invited

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"Of course, Li's talent and strength have always been so good, so you can't miss out on this year's Nobel vote."

Bomaner opened one eye and glanced. He couldn't praise his disciples enough. At his age, he had nothing to pursue. When he was with his friends, the most talked about person was whose descendants would succeed.

, Lisko has always made him a lot of limelight in this regard.

"Ha, you are really good." Pages did not give a reply, revealing that his vote was not allowed by the organizing committee. As a member of the literary award jury, he would not take the lead in breaking the rules. Of course, voting

He has his own thoughts about the direction.

While we were chatting, another paragraph came out, this time two paragraphs came out together.

"I hear love, I believe in love

Love is a pool of struggling cyanobacteria

like a gentle breeze

Through my bleeding veins

The faith that lasts through the years.

I believe everything can be heard

Even foresee separation and meet another self

And some moments cannot be grasped

No matter how much you wander around, what's gone will never come back.

Please see the hairpin on my head, it blooms all the way

I often miss something, and I am deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow.”

Haas has been fascinated by it. Almost every literati can write poetry. This is a way for them to express their mood. The pursuit of a poetic life is an ideal of human beings.

So in private, Haas would also secretly write poems by himself. Of course, he was embarrassed to show them to others, so it was just his random scribblings.

He has always known that his junior brother's literary talent is superior to his. Although he has always thought so, he is still a little unconvinced. Otherwise, he would not have seen his junior brother have so many honors and start to transform.

Literati have always looked down upon each other since ancient times. This is a profession in which it is difficult to define who is better than another. Not to mention published writers, the Internet writers Lisko saw in his previous life would not be convinced by anyone even if they wrote online articles.

Among all the writers present, there are many who are not convinced by Lisko. However, Lisko's position is now stable and his backing is very strong, so everyone will not touch these things and just complain in their hearts.

As soon as this poem came out, everyone was more or less truly convinced by Lisko. When someone is one step ahead, you may be jealous, but when someone has surpassed you by a marathon distance, all you have left is admiration.

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"Prajnaparamita, one sound after another

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves

Still care about what you have."

As soon as the last sentence came out, the entire poem was over, but everyone was still immersed in the beautiful sentences, and the entire floor became silent for a while.