After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 161 Actually, I Can Do Anything
"Life is as splendid as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves"

If the previous verses are not bad, this one can be said to be the finishing touch.

Ren Changsong didn't have as many emotions as Derrick for this song "Life Like Summer Flowers".

If he were to give an evaluation, it would surpass the first-class contemporary poetry, but it would be a bit exaggerated to say that it is a handed down work.

But once these two sentences come out, it's hard to say.

Anyway, Ren Changsong was amazed. He is not sure whether this song "Life is like a summer flower" will be liked by most people in the country, but this sentence "Life is as brilliant as a summer flower, death is as quiet and beautiful as an autumn leaf" will definitely spread for a long time wide.

Because it is so beautiful to read.

"President, show us."

"That's right, President, don't watch it alone!"

Seeing the expression on Ren Changsong's face, it was obviously approving, plus Derrick's expression just now.

This made everyone in the reception room feel uncomfortable. You must know that they are all poets. Although there is a good poem in front of them, but they just can't see it, it makes everyone feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, oh, let me show you too."

Hearing this, Ren Changsong reacted and handed the paper to everyone.

He is not like Derrick, who is still holding the English translation paper tightly in his hand, as if he is afraid that others will snatch it from him.

Good poetry must be shared, and it is better to enjoy it alone than to enjoy it with others.

"Mr. Derrick, why don't you comment on this song "Life is like a Summer Flower", especially the sentence in the fifth paragraph. This is a state of life! Don't think that we Tianhong are young people, you just treat one more than another. !"

Ren Changsong turned to Derrick and said.

He felt comfortable at the moment, very comfortable.

Didn't you point out Jiangshan just now, talking about this and that, why did you stop commenting when we came to Chen Tianhong?

Overwhelmed?That's right, those two sentences, I feel amazing when I read them, let alone you.

Because he was in a good mood, Ren Changsong was a little careless when he spoke, and even pointed out that Chen Tianhong was a young man.

This is the opposite of a metaphor. Don’t you always say that your modern Western poetry is okay, that we borrow your symbolism.

I don't deny this, but the people we learn from write better than your own people, and they are also a big boy who is much younger than you.

Isn't it worth your reflection?

Shouldn't you be ashamed?
Even at the end, Ren Changsong didn't care whether Derrick could understand the idiom, and even said favoritism.

Derrick didn't feel embarrassed when he heard it, because he couldn't understand the meaning behind the words, and he didn't even understand the last idiom.

It’s not his fault. Although Derrick can understand Chinese, it’s just enough for daily communication. It’s too difficult for him to understand a pun and understand the meaning of all idioms. If he can understand this , can also understand classical poetry.

"Chairman Ren, this song "Life is Like a Summer Flower" is very good, very good, and I also like the last sentence "Do you still care about owning it?" It is very philosophical. In your words, it has a taste! This song Poetry, Chairman Ren, it’s more suitable for you to comment”

When Derrick said the phrase "Do you still care about owning it?", he gave Chen Tianhong a thumbs up.

"Has a taste? Is it endless aftertaste!"

Ren Changsong almost didn't react when he heard the English phrase "taste".

At the same time, he was puzzled, didn't he say the penultimate sentence, why did Derrick think it was the last sentence?
Later, Ren Changsong understood that due to the differences between Chinese and Western cultures, they could not understand the beauty of this sentence. Compared with Chinese characters, English words are much inferior in meaning.

Thinking of this, Ren Changsong gave Derrick a pitiful look, he couldn't appreciate the charm of Chinese characters, it's very sad!

"Then let me give a review!"

Next, Ren Changsong cleared his throat and began to comment on "Life Like a Summer Flower".

The main target of his comment is the people who came with Derrick. As for the members of the Poetry Association, they already know the emotion that this poem wants to express when they circulate it for viewing. Of course, the two lines that attract them the most .

And then the communication is very friendly.

It is estimated that this group of American poets will not submit stream poems again in the future. It is better to prepare in advance than others to improvise. I am still a 19-year-old young man.

Pull it down, and don't follow me next time to embarrass me!

What's interesting is that Derrick's mood is different from that of his companions. He really likes the song "Life Is Like a Summer Flower". During this period, he kept talking to Chen Tianhong, and in the end he kindly invited Chen Tianhong to go to their country's Poetry Association for an exchange.

Chen Tianhong did not refuse this, wait for the opportunity in the future!
It should be quite interesting to think about taking a cheat and smashing the Poetry Association of America!

It's not that I deliberately bullied people, you guys invited me over, besides, I'm also returning the crystallization of the wisdom of your ancestors in the previous life to you.

But Chen Tianhong just thought about it in his heart, as to whether he would do this at that time, that would be a later matter.

In this way, the poetry exchange meeting between China and the West came to an end.

When Chen Tianhong attended the exchange meeting, in another city.

The former Xianxia rookie king, the shortest holder of the title of Great Master Writer, Jun Lin, is holding a physical book in his forehand, and is carefully reading it.

Now Junlin's condition doesn't look bad, it can't be said that his complexion is rosy, but it is much better than before. At least the shape of the chicken nest head is gone, and his skin color has returned to normal.

Only the hair that had obviously changed color proved that he had suffered a huge blow.

Some people will be devastated after suffering a setback, while others will work hard and strive to enrich themselves, and they will find their place back one day.

However, King's Landing doesn't belong to either of these two categories, but it can be said that he is a bit of both. Now he is neither depressed nor overly strenuous, and he plans to change careers.
Ever since losing to Chen Tianhong in the match, King's Landing couldn't accept the fact of his failure for a while, and it was true that he was depressed for a while.

After finally slowing down a bit, he saw Chen Tianhong's young and exaggerated face again at the annual ceremony, which broke his defense again, and directly announced on the Internet that he was retiring from the circle, and would never write Xianxia web articles again.

For this, his father Sima Beijie also rarely blamed his son, and kept trying to comfort him.

There is also a premise for hating iron but not steel, and the premise is that the son does not work hard.

Sima Beijie knew that his son had worked very hard, and he also saw his state during that time. He stayed up for several days and nights without rest, and even his hair turned gray a lot due to excessive use of his brain and premature aging.

Tiger poison does not eat Zina. Although his temper is not liked by those in the circle, he is usually very strict with his son.

But which father doesn't love his son, in terms of caring for his son, Sima Beijie is not inferior to any father, even worse.

You must know that he went to the press conference of Jincheng Literature Network for the sake of his son, and he said that shocking sentence.

"My son Junlin has the talent of a great god!"

It's just that this sentence has become his shame, and it also provided the majority of netizens with a stalk that has been circulating for a long time.

It was precisely because of Sima Beijie's change of attitude that Junlin was able to return to its current state.

It has to be said that Sima Beijie put too much pressure on his son. Compared with losing to Chen Tianhong, King's Landing cared more about his father's attitude.

It can be said that all his efforts are not only for himself, but a large part is because of his father.

This is a poor child who grew up living in the shadow of his father.
"Looking back at Kunlun, there are so many heroes and heroes in this book. Mr. Zhao's world of martial arts is really exciting!"

Jun Lin closed the book in his hand and sighed sincerely.

At this time, I can see his book, with two elegant characters on the cover of the book, which read "Kunlun".

The old Zhao he was talking about was naturally Zhao Shoumin.

Jun Lin has been reading all kinds of martial arts novels recently, except for his father's martial arts novels, everyone else has read almost all the martial arts novels, including the old rival of his father Sima Beijie, Liu Sheng of the Setting Sun.

As for his father's book, he didn't read it. It's not that he didn't like it, but he was too familiar with it, and he read it since he was a child.

This is also the career that Junlin wants to change. Instead of writing online articles, he will change to physical books and write a martial arts novel. It can't be said that he will regain his position, at least he must stand up.

In fact, becoming a martial arts novelist has been Junlin's dream since he was a child, and writing online articles first also means practicing his pen.

It's just that it is not easy to write martial arts novels well, and it is much more difficult to write than online novels.

But everything has to be tried. Junlin has been in seclusion for several months, and he also has a little background, so I plan to try and write him a hundred thousand words first.

"Xiao Chao, come out to eat."

It was Sima Beijie who pushed open the bedroom door and spoke to Junlin in a gentle tone.

At this time, Sima Beijie looked like a loving father, with a lace apron tied around his waist, and the smell of green onion on his body, it was obvious that he had just come out of the kitchen.

If outsiders saw Sima Beijie's current appearance, it would be hard to believe that it was him.

In the past, Sima Beijie had a hot temper. When talking to people, he liked to raise his face and point his nostrils at people.

Even when talking to his son, he never said it was gentle, almost always in a commanding tone.

Not to mention cooking by myself. In his words, literati should stay away from the kitchen. My hands are used for creation, not for daily necessities.

But all of this changed completely a few months ago because of his son King's Landing.

As long as the son can return to normal, let alone cooking, he can just seal his pen and quit the circle.

At the dinner table, the father and son were silent, eating their own meals.

During this period, Sima Beijie wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say to his son.

"Dad, I'm planning to write a martial arts novel. When it's finished, you can read it for me."

Finally, it was King's Landing who spoke first.

"Xiaochao, move again. Okay, okay, great, I'll definitely help you."

Sima Beijie was so excited that he almost lost the bowls and chopsticks in his hand. He was afraid that his son would not be able to bear the blow and would never write again.

"It may take a while, I just started to conceive, by the way, Dad, how is your new book preparation going?"

Hearing this, Sima Beijie was taken aback.

That's right, he was going to write a new martial arts novel a few years ago, but recently he put it down because of his son's affairs, and he didn't even pay attention to the culprit that caused his son to become what he is now.

"It's still in preparation, and it will be almost there in a while."

Sima Beijie said so.

Now that my son is going to write again, it seems that he has returned to normal, and his new book can be prepared simultaneously, and that kid who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth has to be cleaned up together.
As soon as Sima Beijie thought of that sentence, my son Wang Teng has the qualifications of a great emperor, his liver hurts from anger.

Now it's because of his son, he suppressed his temper, but it doesn't mean the matter is over.

It's just how to deal with it, you have to think about it.

Anyway, it's impossible to make an appointment to fight, Rao is so shameless that he can't do it now, the age difference between him and Hongwen is several rounds, if he continues to rely on the old to bully the young, it will really be infamous for thousands of years.

He could only think of other ways. As for letting his son regain his strength and continue to fight Hongwen, even if Junlin thought about it, Sima Beijie would not let him, he was afraid that his son would lose again.

Hongwen hates it, but even he has to admit that he has two brushes in his ability to write books. It is said that Feng Zijie admires him very much, and even wanted to take him as his apprentice some time ago.

In other words, this kid will write martial arts in the future, right?
At this time, Sima Beijie suddenly had such a thought in his heart.

After thinking about it, Sima Beijie thought it was impossible.

This guy Hongwen writes youth novels, science fiction novels, online fairy tale novels, and recently I heard that he also writes poetry.

You are a genius, everyone admits it, but Sima Beijie is the first one who doesn't believe that you want to be an all-round pacesetter.

"Dad, drink more porridge, and don't cook by yourself in the future. Isn't our former nanny Aunt Liu very delicious in cooking?"

"it is good!"

The words of concern from his son made Sima Beijie stop thinking about Hongwen, and he was so happy that he almost burst into tears. His son knew that he cared about him, and he finally came out and returned to normal.

Kyoto Poetry Association.

Ren Changsong and his group were also having lunch in a specific box in the cafeteria.

Among the crowd were Cao Xingkui, Lao Qin, Lao Gu, Lao Zhang, and several middle-aged people who participated in the exchange meeting.

Derrick and his party didn't have dinner at the Poetry Association. They were an exchange group, and the Writers Association had already made arrangements.

Originally, Ren Changsong planned to find a better hotel outside, but Cao Xingkui said that he should eat in the cafeteria. His old waist hurts, and he didn't want to go out to make troubles anymore.

However, Chen Tianhong was the only one who was actually eating, and the content of the chatting among the others was naturally the matter of Chen Tianhong's poem overwhelming the audience at the exchange meeting.

"Old Ren, describe that to me again, Derrick, right? What was his expression when he saw Tianhong's poem?"

At this time, Cao Xingkui didn't care about his old waist anymore, and his face was about to burst into smiles.

After he heard the news, the smile on his face never stopped, and he asked Ren Changsong and the others over and over again how wonderful that foreigner's expression was, and he never tired of it.

On the contrary, Cao Xingkui was not so interested in Chen Tianhong's "Life Like Summer Flowers" because he is not a poet.

"Okay, Lao Cao, don't be complacent. You know that Tianhong is your apprentice, but you didn't teach him the ability to write poetry. It has nothing to do with you. You just got lucky and picked one up for nothing. apprentice."

Ren Changsong said to his old friend,
"Old Ren, you are jealous haha!"

Cao Xingkui didn't take it seriously at all, he didn't teach the ability of poetry, but he has imparted a lot of writing experience, especially about writing science fiction.

"Old Cao, let me discuss something with you."

Ren Changsong turned around, and suddenly said seriously.

"You said."

Cao Xingkui also put away his smiling face.

"Let Tianhong concentrate on writing poetry later! It would be a waste of his talent not to write poetry, I can guarantee that he will be trained to be a great poet"

Ren Changsong was not joking, he was very serious.

Based on Chen Tianhong's performance at the exchange meeting this time, he really wanted Chen Tianhong to be a full-time poet.

"Impossible, Lao Ren, didn't I tell you that I have already planned Tianhong's future writing path. If you mention this again, we will never see each other again. You are more exaggerated than Feng Zijie."

Cao Xingkui rejected it immediately, why, another person came to rob his apprentice.

"Old Cao, the road you planned is not necessarily the best! You have to see what Tianhong thinks. I think Tianhong likes to write poetry very much."

"Yeah, Lao Cao, the president is right. You see, Tianhong has written several poems, science fiction, and also wrote a "Country Teacher"! From this point of view, Tianhong is still more I like to write poetry."

Old Qin on the side spoke up to help.

"Mr. Cao, you don't know that Chen Tianhong is really a genius at writing poems. Don't you think the sentence [Life is as bright as summer flowers, death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves] is beautiful?"

A middle-aged man who participated in the exchange meeting also joined in.

"Yeah yeah"

"Lao Cao"

For a while, there were endless voices supporting Ren Changsong at the dinner table. There was no way. This was in the Poetry Association, not in Pingjiang. Cao Xingkui was alone and helpless.

"No way, don't even think about it! You are too much!"

Cao Xingkui blew his beard and stared angrily, but he could only be helpless and furious. After all, no matter how loud a person's voice is, it can't compare to a group of people.

Chen Tianhong did not participate in the quarrel of the elders. At this moment, it is not good to support anyone.

Logically speaking, he should support his teacher Cao Xingkui, but he is also a member of the Poetry Association now. So let's work hard!

I have to say that the food cooked by the chefs in the Poetry Association is really good, especially the braised pork, which is golden in color and tangy with sugar.

It tastes much sweeter than the one made by my mother, but it is not too sweet, and it is smoother and tender. The entrance is very delicious.

He didn't touch the other dishes much, and basically ate this plate of braised pork again.

Picking up a piece of braised pork and carefully putting it into his mouth, Chen Tianhong first squeezed the skin of the meat, it was so rotten that he melted it away.

Then bite down lightly, it is fatty meat, but it is fat but not greasy, but it has the unique fragrance of pork. Bite again, it is lean meat and still very fragrant
Just one word after entering the belly, beautiful!

When he picked up the chopsticks and wanted to pick up the braised pork again.

Suddenly I felt something was wrong, the sound of the quarrel just disappeared, and it became very quiet, and my neck was chilly, as if many people were staring at me.

Putting down his chopsticks, Chen Tianhong looked away from the braised pork.

Then he saw that everyone in the box was looking at him, especially the teacher Cao Xingkui, his eyes were wide open.

"What's the matter? Why aren't you noisy? Why are you looking at me!"

"Teacher President, you?"

Chen Tianhong asked cautiously.

"Tianhong, do you like poetry or science fiction?"

Ren Changsong spoke first, winking at Chen Tianhong when he spoke, especially emphasizing the tone of the poem.

Chen Tianhong just wanted to answer.

Cao Xingkui coughed heavily.

"Tianhong, think about it before you talk."

Chen Tianhong had question marks in his head, why did the teacher's voice sound threatening!
Do you need to think about whether you like poetry or science fiction?

"President, I like them all! Not only that, I also like martial arts novels, youth novels, and detective novels."

Chen Tianhong almost talked about the genre of the novel.

He is telling the truth. In his previous life, Chen Tianhong was not only an Internet writer, but also an old bookworm. As long as the novel was well written, he liked it no matter what genre it was, even Mr. Bai, who was very popular in his previous life. However, and highly respected the author's writing style.

Hearing Chen Tianhong's answer, the people in the room are full of black lines, no matter how you like them, you want to develop in an all-round way!
"I'm not asking you this, what Lao Ren means is which path you want to take in the future, do you want to write science fiction or science fiction?"

"Old Cao, what you said is too much, ask carefully, don't lead maliciously. Tianhong, don't worry about him. Just tell the truth, which poem you like the most is the cultural essence of a nation."

Ren Changsong said that he would not guide, but the last sentence was full of metaphors, an old double standard.

Chen Tianhong understood, he understood!They didn't quarrel about their feelings just now, so they turned their attention to themselves.

If you talk about poetry, the president wins; if you talk about science fiction, the teacher wins.

But he doesn't want to choose which one alone, he can do it!

But would it be a bit crazy to say it, after all, according to the understanding of normal people, a writer can only write one type of novel well, even poetry.

However, I am not a normal person!

I'm so hooked!

"I'm hungry"

Chen Tianhong decided not to answer, he looked at the plate of braised pork with obvious meaning.

Thinking about how the teacher and president cared about me so much, I would definitely feed myself first.

"Eat after answering!"

Cao Xingkui and Ren Changsong said in unison.

Chen Tianhong: "."

"Well, actually, I can"

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