After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 374 Young Philosophical Poet

The most regrettable thing in life is to easily give up what should not be given up, and stubbornly insist on what should not be. If you are really given a chance to start over, you will stand at the intersection of two life paths again.

So you choose the one you have already walked through?
Or is it going down that unknown road?
In fact, no matter which one you choose, in the end you will feel regretful about the road you did not choose.
When Chen Tianhong said the name of the poem, Hu Yuekun was attracted. The name is very philosophical, and the five-line poem in the first stanza immediately proved his conjecture.

At first glance, the lines of the poem are plain and unremarkable. If you want to find the good points, they just rhyme. You can't have both, he can only choose one.

But in the ears of a great poet like Hu Yuekun, what comes to mind is another meaning.

The two roads in the poem are not natural roads, they represent the road of life, once you choose, there is no chance to turn back, this is a very sad topic, because time will not give you a chance to start over.

Standing at the intersection, we don’t know which one to choose is correct. As the poem says, we look towards a road as far as the eye can see, it disappears in the depths of the jungle, and there is no end in sight. If we want to know right or wrong, we can only Choose to go on.

So what is the result of going on?

This depends on the next chapter.

The reason why Hu Yuekun thought the five sentences just now were the first subsection was because after Chen Tianhong finished reading, he paused for a while and repeated it in English again.

There is no way for Chen Tianhong to do this. When he speaks in Chinese, many people are stunned and do not understand what he is saying. It is for the sake of being better in front of others and for everyone to have a good experience.

[But I chose another road. It is luxuriant and lonely, and it looks more attractive and beautiful! 】

[Although there are very few traveler's footprints on this trail]

At the beginning of the second quarter, there was a turning point. Everyone thought that "Hongwen" would choose the overlooking road just now, but he chose another one. Why did he choose this one? More mysterious, more attractive.

It also made everyone understand Hongwen's "forced style". People don't take the usual path. The more crowded the road, the less likely it is to walk. It is challenging to walk.

This is young people.
Everyone sighed in their hearts.

At this time, the music in the hall has changed to brisk, with the rhythm of the poems, giving people a fresh feeling.

Unfortunately, with a sigh, everyone was drawn back to the problem of choice.

[Although the ground was full of fallen leaves that morning, the two roads were not polluted by footprints! 】

[Ah, leave a way and see you another day! 】

[But I know that the path stretches without end, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to return.]

The verse in this section does not describe the scenery of the road he chose, but uses an onomatopoeia to express that he has not let go of the other road in his heart, and even though he has already embarked on the journey, he is still comforting himself in his heart.

If you have the opportunity to try again in the future, even if you can't turn back, you still have to leave expectations for yourself.

Everyone who listened to it had a sense of agreement. This is the psychology of ordinary people!
People are always used to eating what is in the bowl and thinking about what is in the pot. This is their nature and bad root.

[Perhaps somewhere after many years, I shall look back with a sigh! 】

【Two roads diverged in a golden wood, and I took the one less traveled by, and it has made all the difference for me ever since! 】

After listening to these five lines of poems, Frazi knew that the song "The Road Not Taken" was over, because the moment Lin Yun's quantum soul disappeared in "Ball Lightning" ended with this.

And it was very appropriate. After Lin Yun and his father reviewed the past, they talked about her choice of life path when she was a child. This path was different from what her father planned. There were not many people traveling with her, but she still chose without any regrets. , because her ideal is to become a sword without a sheath for the motherland and the people.

This is the understanding of people who have read "Ball Lightning" on the spot, and it falls into the ears of Hu Yuekun and others, which is another level of understanding.

The final ending did not follow the previous poetic sentiment, nor did it tell him the result of choosing the road. He did not go to the end of the road, but stopped at a certain place, looked back at the road ahead, and lamented his original choice
What is the road not taken?

Left endless room for imagination, let everyone taste with melancholy
"Mr. Hongwen, I finally know why you have to think for so long to complete the whole chapter. What a poem, what a poem! I must apologize to you for writing our choice of life. I don’t have a deep understanding, but this poem of yours taught me a lesson!”

Frazi said full of emotion, if Chen Tianhong hadn't stopped him, he would have wanted to bow.

He is a famous poet, but he has never seen a few poems that read such profound and touching poems that resonate with everyone.

If this poem spreads out, it will definitely become a classic, and it will still be an enduring classic.

Everyone can understand Frazi's performance of being so excited that he lost his composure. "The Road Not Taken" describes everyone's mentality when facing choices too realistically, and the truth is often more touching.

In fact, everyone wants to choose a different path, so as to show their own unique style, even if it may not be smooth, but this is more attractive.

But at the same time, I also regret that I didn't choose another road, because I didn't go through it, so I have a beautiful fantasy about it, but I can't go back to the starting point if I choose.
Until the very end, when we think back, what is left is only memories of the past and sighs of regret for the road we did not choose.
When everyone more or less expressed their feelings for the poem and praised it, Hu Yuekun was still immersed in the poem and couldn't extricate himself, so he substituted into it.

If he didn't choose to go back to the country, but stayed with her back then, would he be like this now?
Will you be happy?

Maybe, if you have love, why can't you be happy?

However, if he really chooses this way, then what he will lose at the same time is family affection, because once he chooses to pursue love, he must settle in the United States. How can he accompany his relatives?
So I can only choose one path, and go down firmly, and then sigh with regret in the memories of many years later.

Whose life has no regrets?

"Ugh"

At this time, Chen Tianhong, who was being praised by everyone, saw Hu Yuekun with a sigh from the corner of his eyes in his humility again.

With Chen Tianhong's intelligence, he understood that Mr. Hu must have substituted his feelings, so he changed his mind.

Chen Tianhong pretended to be casual, raised his voice by one pitch, and asked Frazi.

"Mr. Frazy, is the author of "The Rose" not here today?"

Hearing the words "Rose Flower", Hu Yuekun no longer cared about sighing about poetry, he looked forward to looking at Frazi.

"Oh, you mean Ms. Serena, she didn't come tonight."

"That's such a pity. I've seen her very much, and I want to exchange poetry with her. I like her "Rose Flower" and "Starry Sky" very much."

"Hehe, it's okay, Mr. Hongwen, she will come over at the Poetry Festival tomorrow, and I'll introduce you, let's talk about your poetry."

Frazi briefly explained that he didn't really want to talk about Serena, but wanted to talk more about "The Road Not Taken".

There are not a few poets who have the same idea as him, and Derrick on the side also participated.

"That's right, Mr. Hongwen, I just discovered that the verses of "The Road Not Taken" are very regular, each section has five lines, and the first, third, and fourth lines of each section rhyme respectively, and can be directly adapted into songs gone."

"Mr. Hongwen, was this poem originally conceived by you, or was it specially written for "Ball Lightning"?"

"Mr. Hongwen, when you create, is there any special story behind it?"

"Mr. Hongwen, I also have a question about this poem."

Chen Tianhong fell into the "siege" of the crowd again, and he didn't have the energy to look at Hu Yuekun's expression for a while, but fortunately, the matter has been asked for him. I think this old Mr. Hu should have heard it, and he will no longer be full of melancholy , let's drink away your worries.

This is indeed the case. After Hu Yuekun heard that Serena would come to participate in the poetry festival tomorrow, he had already put down his wine glass, and glanced at Chen Tianhong gratefully. He knew that Chen Tianhong was asking for himself.

In fact, Hu Yuekun can also ask a friend about Serena, but this kind of matter, if I inquire about it, it will be more or less embarrassing for others. After all, the relationship between the two of them is a bit embarrassing, but Chen Tianhong's way of asking is much better. It won't make you think too much.

It's just that the current occasion is not suitable for him to say thanks, and he can only keep this friendship in his heart.

During the following banquet time, Chen Tianhong was not so relaxed and comfortable. He was surrounded by wave after wave of foreign poets, and the place where he was was turned into a small poetry seminar.

In the end, Chen Tianhong complained in his heart while answering the question.

"Damn, if I knew it earlier, I would say that I didn't think about it. I miscalculated, I miscalculated. I could have enjoyed the food, but now I am surrounded by saliva.
Finally, after struggling for an hour, and the banquet was coming to an end, Frazi asked the last question he wanted to ask.

"Mr. Hongwen, is the path you choose now your ideal? Then you won't regret the path you didn't choose?"

"What the hell, the chosen path and the unchosen path, my head is getting dizzy."

Chen Tianhong heard too much "road" this evening, and Frazi's question was like a tongue twister, which confused him.

After being dazed for a few seconds, Chen Tianhong regained his composure and understood that Frazi wanted to ask himself whether he would regret his choice, or in other words, whether what he was pursuing now was his original ideal.

Chen Tianhong wanted to say something, I don't regret it, I regret it!I have been so successful, why should I regret it!
But if you say this, you will lose the fine tradition of being humble, but if you answer it in ordinary language, it is not good and may cause more questions.

Therefore, Chen Tianhong thought about it carefully, and the classic sayings of Mr. Lu from his previous life came to mind.

He coughed, cleared his throat, and said, "Ideals don't matter, they don't matter, just like the road on the ground, in fact, there is no road on the ground, and when there are many people walking, it becomes a road."

As soon as this sentence came out, it was the turn of Frazi and the others to be confused. They could understand Chinese, but they didn't quite understand such expressions similar to classical Chinese.

Ren Changsong and Hu Yuekun understood, meaning that even if we have ideals, we still need to rely on actions to realize them, otherwise your ideals are just empty talk.

Another meaning is that the road (ideal) is made by people. Although there will be bumps and bumps when walking, as long as we pursue it step by step, we can always walk out of a broad road.

But no matter which level of meaning it is, it is a perfect answer to Frazie's question.

At this time, a few people with a deep understanding of Chinese also began to explain to their companions. For example, Derrick explained to Frazi.

Followed by ushered in a continuous "good, good"

Fortunately, after the "good", everyone's problems were almost resolved, and Chen Tianhong could finally continue to enjoy the food, so he ate until the end of the banquet without saying a word.

But he has already become the topic of everyone's mouths, and the full version of "The Road Not Taken" and the classic saying about "Road" have also spread in the circle.

Everyone has added a new term to the title of Hongwen genius writer, young philosophical poet!

The night is getting deeper, the crescent moon is like a hook, the summer insects are crisp, and the stars in the sky surround the half moon
Chen Tianhong walked out of the banquet hall with a full belch, and the evening was consummated.

Not only used the famous poems of the former American poet Frost, learning from the barbarians to control the barbarians, but also used Mr. Lu's quotation "Little" to put a cup, and drank fine wine and enjoyed delicious food, and also helped Mr. Hu Yuekun find out the news .

"President Ren, you go back by car. I'll walk back and enjoy the night view of New York along the way."

Before getting into the car, Chen Tianhong withdrew his foot to step into the car. He found that he had eaten so much that he felt like vomiting when he bent over.

Anyway, it is only 3 kilometers away from the resting hotel, so I simply walked back to digest the food.

Ren Changsong hesitated for a few moments, but he withdrew the idea of ​​walking back with Chen Tianhong. He was old, and the three-kilometer journey might not be able to bear it, but he was worried about letting Chen Tianhong go back by himself.

In the end Ren Changsong named the names of two people, Xiao Liu and another middle-aged poet accompanied Chen Tianhong.

The two didn't have any objections. Chen Tianhong was very embarrassed, but he couldn't refuse Ren Changsong's kindness.

I had to chat with Xiao Liu and the others on the way back, so that I wouldn't be bored.

As we chatted, the topic turned to tomorrow's poetry festival.

"Hongwen, with your song "The Road Not Taken", tomorrow's poetry festival will lose a lot of meaning."

Xiao Liu sighed and said, the subliminal meaning in his words was that no one should have written a poem comparable to this one in this poetry festival, so there was no sense of expectation.

"Hehe, Liu Zhichang, that's not necessarily true. Maybe Hongwen has prepared a poem."

Another middle-aged poet said something jokingly.

"Cough cough."

Chen Tianhong coughed violently.

"You don't really have to prepare another song, do you?"

Chen Tianhong's movements and expressions made the two of them vaguely guess what was going on.

"Which, actually, there is another song."

Two people: "."

(End of this chapter)