Little Farmer Big Star

After being dazed for a while, the tall and thin man returned to the bed, lay down, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and continued his thoughts.

For a wandering wanderer, on such a night, such a poem has aroused a strong resonance in his heart.

He didn't know who wrote that poem there? He was also not sure when the poem was written? He just knew that he was seeing that poem for the first time.

But he didn't have much research on poetry, and he usually came into contact with it. Maybe that poem had been around for a long time, but it was the first time he saw it.

It's just that the person who wrote the poem on the wall obviously has a very high level of calligraphy. Who could it be? When was it written there again?

Could it be that the boss specially asked someone to write it there? It is to add some artistic atmosphere to this humble room.

It's just that if the boss can really invite someone with such profound knowledge of calligraphy to write poems for him, why doesn't he write it directly outside the hotel for publicity, but write it in a room, such an inconspicuous wall?

If this poem is written outside, just by virtue of this poem, I am afraid that it will attract a lot of guests.

The lanky man couldn't understand this question, he decided to ask the boss tomorrow morning.

As for the poem itself, it is obviously a very simple poem without any gorgeous rhetoric, or even a seemingly ordinary poem, but it can resonate strongly in people's hearts.

Some people who are a little more sentimental, even wet their eyes and shed tears.

So, this should be a good poem, right?

The tall and thin man wasn't sure about this. He didn't have much research on poetry, and he always subconsciously believed that only a slightly more complicated poem with a very gorgeous rhetoric could be considered a good poem.

But if the lanky man were to say it himself, he was pretty sure it was a good poem.

What kind of poetry is good poetry? Poetry that touches people's hearts is good poetry.

This is the definition of the tall and thin man himself, and he does not understand whether this definition is correct or not.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't need to fight with anyone, as long as he thinks it is a good poem. It doesn't matter if others approve or not.

The poem just now, he only read it once, and has completely memorized it.

While reciting that poem in his heart, the tall and thin man's thoughts flowed like waves. He had never had such strong thoughts before.

Every day before, he was busy running around, and occasionally a kind of longing would arise in his heart, for his hometown, relatives, and the past, but the longing would soon dissipate.

It has never been like this, the deep thoughts can't go away, all because of that little poem on the wall.

I don't know how long it took before the tall and thin man finally fell asleep in a daze.

After a while, the sky gradually became brighter.

The tall and thin man opened his eyes again, the hazy and soft moonlight had long since disappeared, and some were just the light of the morning.

And, that finally dissipated a lot, but still seems to be still vivid in the mind.

The little poem I saw in the moonlight last night, and the strong thoughts that arose because of that little poem, were like a dream, both real and illusory.

The tall and thin man suddenly froze in his heart, and hurriedly turned his head to look at a wall. In his not so clear memory, the little poem he saw in the moonlight last night was in that position.

As soon as he turned his head, there really was a poem there, a text that was beating like life.

"That's not a dream, it's real." The tall and thin man finally made sure of this. He stared at the poem on the wall. The light is much better now than it was later. The man can see it without getting too close. Very clear.

He found that the vigorous and ethereal text was more intoxicating than what he saw last night.

And that poem was already very familiar to him.

It was like this for a while, and then the man got up,

Start washing.

After washing up, he started to pack his things again, and was about to check out and leave. He would continue to run around today, and he could only keep the thoughts in his heart in the bottom of his heart.

Downstairs, after the lanky man settled the bill, he asked the boss, "Boss, there is a poem written on the wall at the end of the bed in the room where I slept. Did the boss specially find someone to write that poem on it? "

The boss shook his head and said with a smile, "No, it was written by a guest last night."

"I just wrote it last night?" The tall and thin man was taken aback and asked subconsciously.

The boss nodded and said: "It was indeed written last night. I didn't know before that the young man's calligraphy skills were so deep."

"Young man?" The tall and thin man was stunned again. Would a person with such profound knowledge of calligraphy be a young man?

The boss said with certainty: "Yes, very young, and he only looks like in his twenties."

The tall and thin man wondered: "How can a young man in his twenties have such a high level of calligraphy? Although I don't understand calligraphy, I also know about calligraphy. It’s hard to achieve anything because of the hard work. Let alone reach such a state. Boss, you can’t be mistaken, right?”

The boss smiled bitterly and said, "Of course I can't make a mistake. Sir should have seen that, my business here is not good. Therefore, I can be sure that the poem was written by the young man last night, and there is absolutely no mistake. ."

The tall and thin man had to nod his head. He did see that the business here was indeed not good. If he hadn't been too tired last night, he probably wouldn't have lived here.

Since there are so few guests in the accommodation, the boss should not be mistaken.

The tall and thin man said with emotion: "I never imagined that someone in this world could achieve such a profound level of calligraphy at such a young age. This should be the legendary genius."

The boss nodded in agreement and said, "It is indeed a genius. It's a pity that his poetry level doesn't seem to be very high."

"Oh?" The tall and thin man asked curiously, "Why does the boss say that?"

The boss said: "The poem on the wall is the one you saw 'Bright Moonlight in Front of the Bed'. This poem shouldn't be considered very clever, right?"

The tall and thin man said again: "The boss means that the poem was originally written by that young man?"

"This..." The boss was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Isn't it?"

The tall and thin man said: "I don't know either. I don't have much research on poetry, and I don't know whether that poem already exists. The young man just copied it, or is that poem original by the young man?"

The boss was stunned for a second, and said, "Listening to what you said, it seems like this is really the case."

Previously, after the boss determined that the poem on the wall was written by Li Fan, he subconsciously thought that the poem must also be an original poem.

Now hearing the tall and thin man say this, the boss suddenly realizes, yes, writing a poem on the wall doesn't have to be an original poem, you can write a poem by someone else.

So, is that poem already existing, or is it an original poem?

The tall and thin man is not sure, and now the boss is not sure either. They are not lovers of poetry. They are not sure whether this poem already exists?

They can only be sure that they are seeing the poem for the first time.

But there are too many poems that they haven't read, and many poems are taken out and they are the first time they see it.

Even if they looked it up through a web search engine, they couldn't be sure.

After all, not every poem can be searched through the Internet.

And is that poem an original poem? and very important.

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