After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 95
Han Yue's "You Ding Lake" can be described as shocking.Not only Layman Hexuan, literary writers like Xiyang Wuxie, even Zhang Zhen who came with Han Yue felt that the thunder was rolling, and the outside was scorched and the inside was tender.

How can this be called poetry?It means that any poem written by any student who has attended junior high school is better than this one.

"Great writers, how is my poem? You said that the poem I made last year didn't make sense and couldn't be read smoothly! This one was so hard that I lost my hair when I thought about it I just figured it out.

Especially the sentence that there are toads on the lotus. When I saw this scene, I was very happy.Which great writer will comment and comment, Lao Xie, you were the first to comment last year, why don't you be the first to come this year? "

Han Yue didn't think his poem was ridiculous at all, but he felt good about himself. He couldn't wait to look at Xiyang Wuxie, looking forward to some good comments for him.

"I'm not called Laoxie! You can call me by my pseudonym, or by my real name."

Hearing what Han Yue called him, Xiyang corrected him innocently.

Well, since he commented on Han Yue last year, this guy has been following him.

"Oh, your pen name is too long, and it's not kind to call you Laoxie. It's so nice to call you Laoxie. Come, let me give you a glass first."

Han Yue filled his glass with wine, and he drank it all in one gulp. Drinking baijiu is as casual as drinking cold water.

Then he walked to Xiyang Wuxie and was about to persuade him to drink.

"Hold on!"

Xiyang Wuxie stopped Han Yue's actions in time.

"Your crooked poem, um. How should I say that? If you compare it with your last year's "Lightning in the Sky", it is indeed a lot better, at least the sentences are much more fluent, the artistic conception cough, I really haven't read it Come out. Boss Han, I think you are really not suitable for poetry, so don't waste your talent, I still think you are more suitable for business."

Xiyang Wuxie racked his brains and really didn't know how to comment on this song "You Dinghu", but in the end he couldn't help it and told the truth.

At first, Han Yue listened happily, but the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong. What does it mean to be suitable for business? Obviously, he still looks down on him!

"Okay, Lao Xie, since you think this poem of mine is not good, then you come and make me a poem as a gift, and I will definitely study hard when I go back. But since it was given to me, the name of the poem is "For Han Yue"."

It's still the same as last year, as long as the comments don't give good things, this one will ask for poems.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if you really want to write a poem for him, that is, he will set the name of the poem for you every year. If you really write him a poem called "To Han Yue", then don’t meet people in the circle up.

Xiyang Wuxie didn't answer any more, he picked up his wine glass and drank the wine in the glass, the meaning was obvious, come here, you want me to write a poem for you, it doesn't exist.

"Hehe. Then I'll toast the great writer again."

Han Yue picked up the wine bottle and poured it for Xiyang Wuxie with a smile on his face, and then filled it up for himself. He did it first.

"That's all, that's all. It's been expected for a long time! I just don't know if I can last a few more drinks today."

Xiyang was innocent and helpless, so he had to pick up the wine glass again.If there is no accident, after drinking this cup, there will be a second cup, until he is drunk, this one will give up, and then the next one.

Layman Hexuan and the others couldn't talk about this kind of thing. Although they all looked down on Han Yue, they still didn't hit the smiling man with their hands.Han Yue's approach is very rascal, but he is also respected by great writers one by one, and he still toasts, how much you drink, how much he drinks.

As for Zhang Zhen, they don't want to take too much face off of Han Yue. As long as the scene doesn't get out of control, they won't stop Han Yue's behavior.

Xiyang Wuxie had just finished drinking the wine in his hand, and Han Yue then picked up the bottle and was about to fill it up for him.

Before he could pour the wine, the young man's clear and clean voice sounded in the room.

"Boss Han wait a minute!"

Needless to say, the person with such a voice must be Chen Tianhong.

Everyone looked at Chen Tianhong, and Han Yue also put down the wine bottle in his hand.

"Hehe, what's the matter with the little writer? Don't worry, I will respect you alone after Brother Laoxie and I have finished drinking."

"That's not necessary. I think Boss Han's song "You Ding Lake" just now is pretty good, why don't you let me comment on it."

"Okay! You come, little writer."

Han Yue was very pleasantly surprised. He knew a little about Chen Tianhong, especially through the awards ceremony just now, he knew that the boy in front of him was a genius boy.

"The first two sentences of Boss Han's poem are well-regulated, not unusually brilliant. But it gives people a sense of vision, and slowly draws the whole of Dading Lake closer to a lotus, and then to a lotus in this lotus.

Boss Han suddenly discovered to his surprise that there were toads on this lotus!Entering the scene by himself, he stretched out his hand playfully and poked it, reflecting the childishness.And the words of poking and jumping seem to be vulgar, but they are actually elegant. "

"Haha, good! Well said, that's what I thought when I poked the toad at the time. I just said, someone who will understand me. Although you are young, little writer, Lao Han is the one who understands poetry the best I have ever met people."

Chen Tianhong's comment made Han Yue laugh out loud, feeling like meeting a confidant.

Everyone in the room looked at Chen Tianhong with weird expressions, but anyone who has studied for a few years knows that this poem is not good, so how could this one still praise it!
"but."

Chen Tianhong suddenly changed the subject and prolonged his voice.

"A little nephew of my uncle's family also made a poem like this."

"Tianhong, how old is your nephew?"

Xiyang Wuxie was the first to react, and now he understood what Chen Tianhong meant.

"He is in the fifth grade of elementary school this year."

"puff"

In the fifth grade of elementary school, everyone in the room couldn't hold back when they heard this sentence, even Mo Sang, who was usually very expressionless, showed a smile on his face.

Han Yue's face suddenly darkened.

"Why don't I give Boss Han a poem!"

Chen Tianhong continued.

Han Yue was startled when he heard this, what kind of operation is this!You just mocked him, and now you want to send poems?
Everyone also looked at Chen Tianhong in puzzlement.

""Gift to Han Yue". I was originally from the back mountain, and I was a guest in front of me. Drunk dance with half a volume of books in the Jingge, sitting in a well and talking about the sky. Great ambitions and fame, fortune and misfortune in the sea. When it comes to being shy in the pocket, angry It means that the universe is broken."

Chen Tianhong said a word slowly.

This poem was not made by the ancients in the previous life, but it came from a novel called "The Distant Redeemer". The protagonist in it was made up after being made things difficult at the wine table.As soon as this poem was recited on the wine table, those who made things difficult for him felt ashamed.

After reading the words, Chen Tianhong didn't continue to speak, but sat down on his own.

"The little writer is really amazing! I like this poem very much."

Han Yue's chubby face was full of smiles. With his cultural attainments, he still couldn't understand the meaning of this poem, but he sounded very tall.

However, the scene was very quiet, no one spoke except Han Yue.

Yoshihisa
"Tianhong, giving him such a good word, isn't it a little bit?"

Xiyang Wuxie spoke first, and then he wanted to say the word waste.

"Good words, good words!"

Layman Hexuan also sighed.

"It would be a different state if the name of this poem were changed. It's a pity. Mr. Zhang, I think you should take Mr. Han out."

Mo Sang suddenly opened his mouth and said to Zhang Zhen, this was the first time he said such a long sentence, and this sentence was kind.

"Sorry! Writers! We won't bother you anymore. Old Han, let's go! Don't leave it here to embarrass yourself."

Zhang Zhen was one of the organizers who dealt with laymen Hexuan and Mosang a lot, and he was different from Han Yue in that he was highly educated.

Han Yue couldn't understand the meaning of that word, but he could understand it.

The artistic conception of this poem is very high, what Mo Sang said just now is very correct, if the name is changed, it will be another state.As for the literal meaning of this word, it is purely mocking Han Yue.

The meaning of the poem is that a person who has lived in the back of the mountain for a long time, has never seen the world, and has no knowledge. Occasionally, he has the opportunity to enter the hall of elegance.He said that he had great ambitions and disdained fame and wealth, but when he really had no money in his pocket, he was helpless and furious, pointing at the sky and scolding God, the world is unfair.

This poem satirizes Han Yue at a low level, and at a high level it ridicules them all.You came here to toast, but you didn't talk about the rules at all. You obviously don't have the skills to show off your knowledge around a group of people in the industry.

Zhang Zhen really has no face to stay any longer now, he is not as thick-skinned as Han Yue.

"Why am I going out? I really like this poem that the little writer gave me! I want to toast him with a glass of wine."

Han Yue didn't know why, so he really thought that Chen Tianhong had sent him a good song.

Zhang Zhen winked at the others, and they stepped forward to hold Han Yue up, saying sorry, and exited the box.

When Zhang Zhen and the others went out, everyone looked at Chen Tianhong with complicated expressions.

They feel very ashamed now that a child has such a high realm.

"Tianhong, do you really want the name of this poem to be "To Han Yue"!"

Xiyang Wuxie couldn't help asking, this poem will definitely spread, and it will definitely leave a heavy mark in modern poetry.It's just that this name is too inappropriate to really be called "Gift to Han Yue".

"Of course not. I plan to call this poem "Self-Deprecating""

Of course, Chen Tianhong wouldn't be cheap for Han Yue.

""Self-Deprecating". Well, if it is called this name, then this poem will have another realm."

Layman Hexuan stroked his beard and nodded.

Another realm of this poem is self-modesty, which on the surface satirizes those villains who sit in a well and watch the sky, who are ignorant of knowledge and do not follow the rules.In fact, it is also boasting that the people on my side are indifferent to fame and fortune, have lofty aspirations, and treat you with the heart of the sea.

After that, no one came to bother them anymore, but the small disturbance of this banquet has already spread.

　I almost forgot to mention that the TV series adapted from "The Distant Savior" is called "The Way of Heaven". Mr. Wang Zhiwen's performance is penetrating, highly recommended!

　　


(End of this chapter)