Little Farmer Big Star

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

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

He wonders who wrote that poem there? He wasn't sure when that poem was written? He just knew that he was seeing the poem for the first time.

But he didn't do much research on poetry, and he didn't have any contact with it. Maybe that poem had been there for a long time, but it was just the first time he saw it now.

However, the person who wrote that poem on the wall obviously had extremely high attainments in calligraphy. Who could it be? When was it written there?

Could it be that the boss specifically found someone to write it there? It can be regarded as adding some artistic flavor to this simple guest room.

However, if the boss could really ask someone with such profound skills in calligraphy to write poems for him, why didn't he write it directly outside the hotel for publicity, but instead write it on an inconspicuous wall in a room?

If this poem were written outside, I am afraid it would attract a lot of guests just based on this poem.

The tall and lanky man couldn't figure out this question, so he decided to ask his boss tomorrow morning.

As for the poem itself, it is obviously a very simple poem without any gorgeous rhetoric. It is even a seemingly ordinary poem, but it can arouse strong resonance in people's hearts.

Some people who are a little more sentimental may even have wet eyes and shed tears.

So, this should be considered a good poem, right?

The tall and lanky man was not sure about this. He didn't have much research on poetry, and he always subconsciously believed that only poems that were slightly more complicated and had very gorgeous vocabulary could be considered good poems.

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

What kind of poetry is a good poem? Poems that can touch people's hearts are good poems.

This is the lanky man's own definition. He doesn't know whether this definition is correct.

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 whether others approve or not.

He only read the poem just once and had already memorized it completely.

Reciting the poem silently in his heart, the tall and lanky man was flooded with thoughts. He had never had such strong thoughts.

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

I have never been like this before, and my deep longing can never go away, all because of that little poem on the wall.

After an unknown amount of time, the tall and lanky man finally fell asleep again.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sky gradually became brighter.

The tall and thin man opened his eyes again. The hazy and soft moonlight had long since disappeared, leaving only the bright light of the early morning.

And, that finally dissipated a lot, but it seems that the thoughts are still vivid in my mind.

The little poem I saw in the moonlight last night,

And the strong thoughts arising from that little poem are like a dream, both real and illusory.

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

When he turned his head, there was indeed a poem there, words that were beating like life.

"That's not a dream, it's real." The tall and lanky man finally confirmed this. He looked at the poem on the wall intently. The light now was much better than it was at that time. The man could read it without getting close. Very clear.

He found that the vigorous and ethereal words were even more intoxicating than what he saw last night.

And that poem was already very familiar to him.

After being in a daze like this for a while, the man got up and started to wash up.

After washing up, he started to pack his things and prepared to check out and leave. He would continue to run around today, so he could only keep his thoughts in his heart.

Downstairs, after the tall and thin man paid 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 sleep. Did the boss specially ask someone to write the poem on it? "

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

"Did you just write it down last night?" The tall and thin man was stunned and asked subconsciously.

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

"Young man?" The tall and thin man was startled again. Could a person with such profound attainments in calligraphy be a young man?

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

The tall and lanky man wondered: "How can a young man in his twenties have such high attainments in calligraphy? Although I don't understand calligraphy, I also know that calligraphy is about continuous practice over time. It doesn't take decades. It’s hard to achieve anything with all your hard work, let alone reach such a state. Boss, are you making a mistake?"

The boss smiled bitterly and said: "Of course there is no mistake. Sir, you should have noticed that my business here is not good. Therefore, I can be sure that the poem was written by the young man last night. There is absolutely no mistake. .”

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

Since there are so few guests staying at the hotel, the boss must not be mistaken.

The tall and lanky man sighed with emotion: "I never thought that someone in this world could reach such a profound level of calligraphy at such a young age. This must be the legendary genius who never comes out of the world."

The boss nodded in agreement and said: "He is indeed an unprecedented genius. It's a pity that his poetry level does not seem to be very high."

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

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

The tall and lanky man asked again: "What do you mean, boss, that the poem was originally written by that young man?"

"This..." The boss was stunned and asked: "Isn't it?"

The tall and thin man said: "I don't know either. I have no research on poetry. I don't know whether that poem existed a long time ago. The young man just copied it, or was that poem original by the young man?"

The boss was stunned again 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 believed that the poem must also be an original poem.

Now when the tall and lanky man said this, the boss suddenly realized, yes, writing poems on the wall does not necessarily have to be an original poem. You can just write a poem written by someone else.

So, does that poem already exist, or is it an original poem?

The tall and lanky man is not sure, and now the boss is not sure either. They are not poetry lovers, so they are not sure whether this poem has already existed?

They can only be sure that this is the first time they have seen this poem.

But there were too many poems that they had not read, and many of them were seen for the first time.

Even if they search through Internet search engines, they are still not 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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