Entertainment from Divorce

Chapter 1200 "The Days Are Short"

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 now relies 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 wasn't long after "Titanic" was released. It was too hard when filming "Titanic", so I thought about taking a break for a while. Now that's it." 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 he already has an idea for a new movie, he might even 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. What you do 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 that she could completely promote 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 ​​seeking wealth. Business people will worship the God of Wealth, but have you ever heard of praying for immortality?"

"Ah?" Chen Ye said in surprise: "Already in this era, there are still people seeking 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 has 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 a few poems written by well-known poets, but they always seem to be bland.

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 be anxious about this kind of thing, maybe you will receive a good piece of work soon."

"I hope that before the event ends, I can find a poem that makes people applaud."

Now that the event has been launched, and there are still submissions. If you don't find the best and most suitable poem in the end, you can only use alternatives.

But Chen Jian was not satisfied with the chosen poem.

"Intensify efforts to promote this event and let more people know about it, maybe we will receive more submissions." Chen Ziyu suggested.

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

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

Chen Jian felt that it was inappropriate to say this, and then said: "I know that you are 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 a song now."

"what?"

Everyone looked surprised.

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

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

It would be okay if Chen Jian didn't ask, and his brain could still stay awake.

But when I asked this question, I said it directly.

"Okay." Chen Jian said happily: "Then I'm all ears. How about Mr. Tan's poem?"

Chen Jian was already a little drunk, and he felt like he was drinking and sipping poetry.

"Then I'll start." Tan Yue coughed slightly, cleared his throat, and said, "It's a poem called "Bitter Days Are Short."

Everyone touched it once and heard Tan Yue continue to read. "Fei Guang Fei Guang, please give me a glass of wine."

"I don't know how high the blue sky is and how thick the yellow earth is. I only see that the cold moon and warm sun are here to fry people's lives."

"Eating bears makes you fat, eating frogs makes you thin."

"Where is the Lord of God? Taiyi is safe."

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

Time is invisible and ruthless. She feels that Tan Yue has personified it. It is not only tangible, but also emotional, "flying light, flying light", which has a kind feeling!

Tan Yue continued: "There is a Ruo tree in the east of the sky, with a dragon holding a candle underneath."

"I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its meat. It will make it unable to return to the court and unable to lie down at night."

"Of course the old will never die, and the young will never cry. What is the meaning of taking gold and swallowing white jade?"

Chen Jian on the side was also closing his eyes tightly, listening to this poem.

If he wasn't afraid of affecting Tan Yue, he would have clapped his hands and applauded.

He felt that Tan Yue was very knowledgeable, and Ruo Mu and Zhu Long were two unrelated myths and legends.

He modified it and gave it new meaning, saying that there is a big tree named Ruomu in the east of the sky. Under it is a dragon holding a candle and shining, which can illuminate the dark and sunless country.

Chen Jian felt the artistic conception of this poem.

If there really is a way to live forever, why do you still need to "take gold and swallow white jade"?

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

"Liu Che's mausoleum is full of stagnant bones, and Ying Zhengzi's coffin is full of abalone."

After finishing speaking, Tan Yue looked at Chen Jian and said, "President Chen, what do you think of this poem?"

Compared with others, Chen Jian's attainments in poetry are naturally much higher.

Naturally, I want to know what Chen Jian thinks.

"It's definitely a good poem, that's it." Chen Jian thought for a while and said, "Let me tell you briefly about the meaning of this poem."

He has to consider everyone's feelings.

“Time flies, please drink this glass of wine.

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

I only see the change of cold and heat, the movement of the sun and the moon, wasting away people’s lifespan.”

Chen Ziyu and the other two listened carefully.

"Liu Che's Maoling Mausoleum contains the remaining dead bones, and Ying Zheng's coffin cart was used to cover up the smell of abalone." Chen Jian said: "Mr. Tan, can I explain it well?"

"That's what I mean."

Chen Jian picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, leaned on the chair and said, "This poem is very interesting. The first part contains emotion about the passage of time, the middle part is fantasy, and the last part is ridicule of the ridiculous idea of ​​seeking immortality."

Chen Ye said: "Dad, isn't this the satire of those good poems about immortality that you want?"

Although she barely understood the original text, she understood her father's vernacular translation.

Chen Jian seemed to be still immersed in his own world, murmuring to himself: "There is another wonderful thing about this poem. There are many interrogative sentences, which are arranged at the junction of paragraphs. They can enhance the tone and emotional color, and make the poem more interesting." Poetry is full of ups and downs of movement.”

After hearing such a good poem, he inevitably wanted to appreciate it.

Those who like poetry, besides writing, they also appreciate poetry.

Tan Yue also picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, thinking to himself: "As expected of the honorary president of the Poetry Association."

After just listening to it once, Chen Jian already had a very deep understanding of "The Days Are Short".

"Xiao Ye, go to the study to get some 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 for good tasting.

He knew that "The Short Day" was a good poem, better than any other he had seen in recent times.

I have been worrying about this these days.

When Chen Jian mentioned to Tan Yue that the Beijing Poetry Association held this event, he casually talked about his own 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 very 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: "Feiguang, Feiguang, 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.

(End of this chapter)