After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 159 On poetry, we are the professionals

Kyoto, high-speed rail station.

A young man with a hat on his head, the brim of which was pressed down very low, and a black mask on his face walked out of the station.

Because the young man covered himself quite tightly, he attracted the attention of many people around him.

Everyone is very curious, is this young man a star?Apparently, this is usually only worn by celebrities when they are out and about.

When they didn't see anyone holding a sign welcoming a certain star at the exit, everyone turned their eyes back, and subconsciously distanced themselves from the young man, while saying something in their hearts.

"This can't be a sick person, she's dressed like this because she's afraid of infecting others."

And this young man is none other than Chen Tianhong.

At this moment, of course he doesn't know what the people around him are thinking. If he knew, he would definitely reply, you are the only one who is sick.

As for the stars?

Sorry, he's really not a star, but soon the stars will be inferior to him, because Chen Tianhong will always have an identity, a member of the Huaxia National Writers Association Headquarters Association, which even the most popular stars don't have.

Originally, Chen Tianhong didn't wear a mask before getting in the car. He thought that he would not be recognized by anyone since he left Jinling.

In the end, I ran into a fan in the car. Fortunately, he was a male fan, and he also liked "Knives in the Snow", so I didn't ask him for an autograph.

However, the male fan still chatted with Chen Tianhong for a long time until he arrived at the station.

And before getting off the car, he also reminded Wen Hua that he must write a good ending for Wen Hua, making Chen Tianhong dumbfounded.

For the next journey, Chen Tianhong obediently put on his mask and lowered the brim of his hat.

After leaving the station, Chen Tianhong stopped a taxi, told the driver to go to the headquarters of the Poetry Association, and then took out his mobile phone to call the teacher Cao Xingkui.

This time he did not come with Cao Xingkui, because it would be too time-consuming to go to Pingjiang to meet the teacher first, and then to Kyoto.

Similarly, he did not tell Li Man, if he did, he would definitely not be able to go back today.

"Hey, teacher, I've arrived in Kyoto, and I'm heading to the headquarters of the Poetry Association by car. Where are you?"

"I also just arrived in Kyoto, you child, didn't I tell you, wait for me at the station when I arrive, and I will pick you up."

Cao Xingkui's slightly complaining voice came from the phone.

"Aren't I afraid that you will be too tired to pick me up, and you will have to take the car for 10 minutes longer?"

"You are the only one who is sensible."

The tone was still complaining, but there was relief in the voice.

After the two made an appointment to meet at the headquarters of the Poetry Association, they hung up on each other.

It takes more than half an hour from the high-speed rail station to the Poetry Association, and if you count the traffic jam, you have to add another 20 minutes.

On the way, Chen Tianhong was not idle, and was filtering various poems from his previous life in his brain, in preparation for the possible assessment later.

He also asked his teacher Cao Xingkui, but even though Cao Xingkui knew the president of the Poetry Association, he was not very clear about the membership process.

But Cao Xingkui told Chen Tianhong, don't worry too much, since he can be invited to join, he definitely won't embarrass him, otherwise it would be like lifting a ladder to the sky and tossing around!Besides, he's still there!
To be honest, Cao Xingkui did not expect Chen Tianhong to enter the Writers Association headquarters so quickly. Although "Rural Teacher" written by Chen Tianhong has been recognized by many writers in the circle, it is only this work.

Like other novels he wrote, although they are very popular, they are not as good as "Country Teacher" in terms of literary value and educational significance.It's okay to enter the city's or the province's Writers' Association in this way, but it's not enough to enter the headquarters.

Unexpectedly, Chen Tianhong can not only write essays, but also compose poems, and the poems he writes can be recognized by the president of the Poetry Association, so he was invited to join the Poetry Association, which is equivalent to taking a shortcut.

Because the Poetry Association is rather special, all they ask is to write poems, and if you can write poems that can be recognized by most of the poets in the headquarters, then they will send you an invitation.

Of course, the premise is that you must be able to write good poems, which is not easy, but Chen Tianhong has cheats
When Chen Tianhong arrived at the headquarters of the Poetry Association, Cao Xingkui had already arrived. He was chatting with a group of old friends at the moment, his voice was still loud, and there was laughter from time to time, which was a triumphant laugh.

"I said, Lao Cao, don't be complacent. I know that you have taken in a good apprentice, but your apprentice will soon be a member of our Poetry Association. If you want to talk about me, let this kid write poetry full-time in the future. If you take care of novels as well good."

An old man who was about the same age as Cao Xingkui said so.

His name is Ren Changsong, and he is currently the president of the Poetry Association. He is a great poet and a writer, and he is well-known in the cultural circles of China.

"Old Ren, don't even think about it. Tianhong's main direction in the future is a writer. I want to train him to become the most famous science fiction writer in China, no, in the world."

Cao Xingkui had already planned the path of his apprentice. If writing poetry would not affect the creation of novels too much, and he could enter the headquarters of the Writers Association in advance, he would not necessarily let Chen Tianhong spend energy on poetry.

"Science fiction? Last time I heard Feng Zijie say that he is willing to let this kid write martial arts! He also said that he would rob your apprentice."

Another old man nearby asked.

"There is such a thing, but if you want to snatch my apprentice, don't even think about it, even if the president comes. I won't let it."

Cao Xingkui replied, the president he was talking about was naturally the president of the Writers Association, and he was also a contemporary literary giant.

"Hey, Lao Ren, I heard that your Poetry Association still has a membership procedure? There is also an assessment? Let me tell you first, my apprentice will come in a while, so I can't make it difficult on purpose."

After chatting for a few more words, Cao Xingkui changed the topic to the main topic.

"Assessment? What assessment? Are you talking about ordinary members? In addition to being recommended by members of the association, ordinary members must write good poems on the spot. Headquarters members do not need it. Generally, those who can be invited into our headquarters are all He is already a well-known poet in the poetry world, so what kind of assessment does he need?"

Ren Changsong was taken aback by Cao Xingkui's question, and after realizing it, he explained a few words.

At this time, he understood why Cao Xingkui rushed over from Pingjiang suddenly today, co-authoring was because he was worried about his apprentice!
"There is no assessment? Then you asked Tianhong to come to Kyoto? What did you mean by calling yesterday, Lao Qin?"

Cao Xingkui is confused, if there is no assessment, just go through a membership process, shouldn't be so anxious!

He turned to look at an old man next to him, who was the one who told him yesterday.

"Hehe, the process of joining the association still has to go, Lao Cao, you also know that entering the headquarters of our Poetry Association is equivalent to being a member of the headquarters of the Writers Association. Those who have to report and reserve, and some rules still need to be talked about."

"Of course, this is only one aspect. The more important reason is that we want to meet your precious apprentice. Everyone is very curious about how a child can write poems and modern poems with such a variety of styles."

The old man called Lao Qin said with a smile.

"No matter what you old guys, you are all masters of poetry, why are you still like children, curious baby?"

When Cao Xingkui heard the reason, he angrily pointed at his old friends and made fun of them.

If he had known this was the reason, he would not have made this trip. The back of the car was very painful.

"Old Cao, you can't say that. You think I was joking with you just now. You can really consider making this child a full-time poet. Your apprentice has written a few poems that are really good and quite old-fashioned, especially those The first "Sapphire Case·Yuanxi" has a wonderful conception, exquisite language, the first half is gorgeous and magnificent, and the second half is subtle and tactful, full of meaning, it can be said that it has written the character of our literati."

"President, I think the song "Gift to Xiner" is also well written. The style of the whole poem is soft but strong, and it perfectly portrays the image of a character. It not only describes the external beauty, but also focuses on portraying its inner beauty. , the upper and the lower are blended with emotion and reason, ethereal and clear, what a good word! It’s a pity if the name is changed to someone else.”

"Lao Gu, do you want to change the name of this word to you? You can pull it off, the old face is still there."

"I think that the modern poems written by this child are better, especially the four lines in the short poem [the bright moon adorns your window, you adorn other people's dreams], it is really profound to read! It has the philosophy of life , there are also artistic techniques of Western symbolism in the poetic imagery, and this poetic style is quite innovative.”

"Otherwise, that song "To the Oak" is also very good."

""For Han Yue" is excellent."

After Cao Xingkui made a joke and Ren Changsong took over the conversation, the group of old people turned to talk about Chen Tianhong's poems with great interest, and no one even paid attention to Cao Xingkui in the end.

Cao Xingkui was blowing his beard and staring, but he was helpless. Although he is also a great writer, poetry and poetry are not what he is good at. If he is talking about science fiction, physics and astronomy knowledge, all the people in front of him are not enough. Look, he can't beat him in terms of poetry.

But even though he couldn't get in the way, Cao Xingkui was still happy in his heart, because the poems these old friends talked about with great interest were all his apprentices.

A few minutes later, the phone rang, and it was Chen Tianhong calling.

"Hey, it's Tianhong! Where have you been? You're downstairs, wait a minute."

Cao Xingkui's words made those old people quiet down.

After Ren Changsong heard the conversation, he called someone over and asked him to go down to pick up Chen Tianhong.

Then these old people returned to normal, found their own seats and sat down, putting on a respectable appearance.

After waiting for too long, they saw a young man who wrapped himself tightly came here.

Several old people stared at the young man in front of them. Is this Lao Cao's apprentice?But what does this dress mean?Shame on people?
Cao Xingkui also took a few careful glances before he recognized that the young man in front of him was his precious apprentice.

"Tianhong, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Cao Xingkui asked with concern when he saw that the apprentice was wearing a big mask and his eyes were a little tired.

Hearing this, Chen Tianhong came to his senses. He hurriedly took off his mask and hat, and said hello to the teacher.

Then, under Cao Xingkui's introduction, he said hello to the old people in front of him.

As for the tiredness in his eyes, it wasn't really sick, but was asked all the way by that talkative fan, and he used his brain too much just now, so he was a little tired.

"That's right, the young man has grown up to be a good-looking talent. How old is he this year?"

Ren Changsong asked kindly, like an elder caring for his younger generation.

"Hello, President Ren, I am 19 years old today."

Chen Tianhong just celebrated his birthday not long ago, and he finally grew up a year in this world.

"19 years old! How young! Sure enough, people are not frivolous and vain young people, haha, are the last two lines of your song "Sapphire Case·Yuanxi" meant to borrow the meaning of the scene, and you don't want to go with the world? And you That "Wukong Biography" is also a bit unconventional."

"It's okay. It's a good thing for young people to have personality. From now on, you will be a member of our Poetry Association. Write with confidence. As long as your poems are well written, even if you point your nose and curse at others, we will take care of you."

When Ren Changsong heard about Chen Tianhong's age, his words changed suddenly and he began to speak scorchingly.

"Chairman Ren is right, but the next time you use a poem to satirize people, don't use your real name in the title of the poem. The song "To Han Yue" is too cheap for that businessman. Fu] What a good word.”

"Tianhong, do you have the full text of the four-line short poem you wrote? Or are there only these four lines?"

"Tianhong."

After meeting Chen Tianhong himself and satisfying the curiosity of these old people, they returned to their previous state.

These few poems written by Chen Tianhong, if you take out any one, they are all first-class good poems. For these old people who have been writing poems all their lives, when they see good poems, they will naturally itch in their hearts and have many questions to ask. Ask, such as how it was conceived and what the meaning is.
This is also one of the reasons why they want to call Chen Tianhong to Kyoto. Literati are not good at each other, but if there are good works, everyone is still very happy to discuss them.

As for Chen Tianhong's age, this is actually a good thing. After all, who wouldn't be willing to support a talented junior, except for cases like Sima Beijie of course.

Chen Tianhong was asked with question marks all over his head, didn't he say there was an initiation ceremony?Isn't there another assessment?What does this mean?
And according to the meaning of the chairman, he is already a member of the Poetry Association!
Forget it, it would be better not to have an assessment, if he had known this, he would have let his brain rest.

Next, Chen Tianhong began to answer the questions one by one. Of course, his posture was very low and humble, and he regarded himself as a junior, but in fact he was really a junior.

At first, it was the old people who asked him questions, but later it was Chen Tianhong who asked him for advice.

After all, these people in front of them are all knowledgeable elders. Anyway, they have already come to Kyoto, so they simply learn more knowledge and go back. Cheats are cheats after all, and what they really learn is real.

Naturally, Ren Changsong and the others are also very happy to teach, because Chen Tianhong speaks nicely and has a good attitude. Old people like this kind of juniors.

While they were chatting happily, a middle-aged man knocked on the door and came in, whispered a few words to Ren Changsong.

When he heard the middle-aged man's words, Ren Changsong stopped talking, nodded, and signaled that he understood.

"Old Cao, I'm sorry! I have to receive a group of guests arranged by the Writers' Association. Let's have a good chat after I finish my work."

Ren Changsong apologized to Cao Xingkui, then turned around and named several people.

"Old Zhang, Lao Gu, you two are with me, Xiao Jin, you go and call the few people who are currently in the headquarters who are good at writing modern poetry into the first reception room, Lao Qin, you take Tianhong to enroll him Let's do it."

"President, what's the matter? Why do you want to write modern poetry?"

Old Qin asked puzzledly.

"It's the group of Derrick who came here last time, and they're here again this time. They say they're exchanging literature and art, discussing Chinese and Western poetry culture, and communicating with them. They don't understand our ancient poems, so they can only talk about contemporary times. It's gone."

"Why is the old guy Derrick from the United States here again? He's talking about communicating, but it's not just nonsense. I reckon he's coming over with a poem this time, so we'll definitely let us comment."

"The chairman asked me to say, let's not write modern poetry this time, and they say it's not as good as them after writing it. It would be better to just write the ancient poems of our ancestors. I'll go, I have to write a poem to suppress this old man. guy."

Lao Qin said a little angrily.

"Old Qin, even if you write a poem, after the translation, it will change its taste, and they will not understand the artistic conception in our poems, the cultural differences between China and the West. Forget it, it's a guest from afar."

Chen Tianhong, who was on the side, understood a little bit. It should be the poets from the United States who came to communicate, or they came with poems. They said it was an exchange, and there should be a comparison.

However, because of the differences between Chinese and Western cultures, they don’t have a deep understanding of the artistic conception we pursue when we write ancient poems. Let’s write modern poems. People started to study it hundreds of years ago, and they are a little ahead of contemporary Chinese poets.It can't be said to be leading, but a deeper understanding.

But judging from the conversation between Chairman Ren and Elder Qin, these people who came here are a little arrogant!
Still bringing prepared poems to communicate, making trouble?

America. Hearing the name, Chen Tianhong thought of the ghost in his previous life, and the arrogance that was inherent in his bones.

However, in the previous life, Western poets never dared to show off their poems in front of poets in Greater China.

There is no other, because in my previous life, my Greater China poetry has always attracted the attention of the world, and has been in the leading position in the world for a long time. For a long time, Western poetry has been more or less influenced by Chinese poetry.

Even though Western poetry also has many works handed down from generation to generation, compared with Chinese poetry culture, there is still a gap. After all, since our ancestors, our poetry has been far ahead of them with refined language and beautiful artistic conception. .

In a word, when it comes to poetry, we are professionals.

But in this world, the poetic cultures of China and the West have different backgrounds, each forming its own system, and the ancient poems here do not have as much influence on the West as they did in previous lives, but some modern poems mostly borrow from them.

It is precisely because the influence is not so deep that some poets in the West are a little arrogant and look down on ancient poems. In fact, it is not that our ancient poems are bad, but they do not understand them. Even if many poems can be translated, but There is still a difference in the text, and it is impossible to fully translate the artistic conception.

Chen Tianhong really wanted to meet the white people in this world, but he didn't open his mouth.

This is the headquarters of the Poetry Association. There are many poets who can write good poems. He is just a junior now, so let's develop honestly first.

"Old Ren, go get busy, I'll take a break here with you guys! This journey in the car has tormented my old waist enough. By the way, Tianhong's membership is not in a hurry, let him follow Go and experience it! Look at Western culture.”

At this time Cao Xingkui spoke, his words really meant nothing else, he just wanted his apprentice to see more of the world.

Ren Changsong pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Anyway, it is just an exchange meeting, not international diplomacy.

That Derrick was a bit arrogant, but Ren Changsong didn't take him too seriously. A poet who can't understand the artistic conception of our poems can't even get into the Poetry Association in China.

That is to say, he was a guest from afar, and in line with the principle of Chinese people's hospitality, Ren Changsong didn't really compete with him.

Otherwise, Ren Changsong would have rolled up his sleeves.

He can not only write ancient poems, but also a great master of modern poetry. It's just that Derrick is not the president of the American Poetry Association, so he seems to be a bit of a bully when he makes a move.

In the first reception room, seven or eight foreigners with fair skin, beards and body hair were chatting with each other, except for one who was older, the rest were middle-aged.And this older one is Derrick.

There were also five or six middle-aged men sitting opposite them. They were all members of the Poetry Association, and they were some poets who wrote good modern poems in Ren Changsong's mouth.

But they didn't speak to each other, looking at the foreign old man, their faces were a little heavy, and they were preparing in their hearts.

They naturally knew the reason why the president asked them to come.

Not long after, Ren Changsong walked in with Lao Gu, Lao Zhang, Chen Tianhong, and a middle-aged man who was an interpreter.

Ren Changsong can speak English, but an interpreter is a must. When he talks to Derrick, he needs to speak Chinese.

Seeing them coming in, everyone in the room stood up and greeted each other politely and warmly.

It's a matter of the scene, as always.

Derrick first introduced the group of them to Ren Changsong, then Ren Changsong also introduced the people here, and when he introduced Chen Tianhong, he only mentioned Chen Tianhong's name.

Derrick didn't ask in detail, but just looked at Chen Tianhong curiously. He knew that some old people in Huaxia country like to bring their juniors, so he put Chen Tianhong in this category. He never thought that Chen Tianhong was also a member of the Poetry Association Member, you are too young after all!
After the courtesies were completed, the two parties sat down and began the so-called cultural exchange.

In fact, it is nothing more than you talking about your culture and I talking about my culture. As for how much each can understand, only I know.

While observing the Caucasian people in this world, Chen Tianhong also listened to the content of the exchange. He could understand English as well.

After a few ten minutes of friendly conversation between the two sides, Derrick took out a notebook from his bag and said with a smile.

"President Ren, these are some modern poems we wrote after we came to China, please comment. At the same time, we also want to see your poems. Let's communicate with each other!"

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