Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 201 "You are April in the world"

Bao Guowei was very happy, but he didn't want to appear on the headlines of major newspapers tomorrow morning.

"Breaking Bad!" Bao Bingwen molested his wife in front of her husband. Is this a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature? 》

So, he explained immediately.

"What I just said may easily misunderstand you. Brother Sicheng, don't worry. This poem of mine has no other meaning. It is just a longing for a better future. How about I give it to your first son from now on?"

Since Lin Huiyin's original work was written for their sons, Bao Guowei borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha and also gave them to their sons.

It can be considered that this incident has been successfully completed.

"Whoo~"

After hearing this explanation, everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Liang Sicheng, who almost fell out with Bao Guowei. He wrote love poems to my wife in front of me. Are you a little too bold?

"Brother Bingwen, you need to change your habit of breathing heavily when you talk. It's too distracting."

"What a beautiful spring scene this is!"

Su Xuelin wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and looked delicate, like a study committee member in the class when she was a student.

After hearing Bing Xin's evaluation, everyone nodded.

Every sentence is just right.

"Yes! Yes! Say it quickly!"

My mind is also blank.

Lin Huiyin, on the other hand, covered her mouth with her hands, because she felt that every sentence in the poem seemed to be poking her heart.

You are innocent and solemn, you are the full moon every night.

Delicate and tender emotions are slowly expressed in metaphors and words. If it weren't for Bao Guowei, he would be right in front of him.

He looked at the clouds in the sky and recited the following verses in a cadence.

"Na Qing, Na Pingting, you are,
Wearing a crown of fresh flowers,

He looked at Bao Guowei in surprise, as if he had never thought that such a beautiful poem could be written by a seventeen-year-old boy.

Soft joy, the watery light floats with the white lotus you are waiting for in your dreams

Bing Xin was sitting alone on a chair. When she heard the beginning of Bao Guowei, she liked it very much.

Jiang Baili commented from behind.

"In my opinion, the next section is the essence of this poem. It would be a pity if it ends in an anticlimax."

Liang Sicheng looked relieved and clapped his hands repeatedly.

Immediately afterwards, Bao Guowei did not continue to talk about it, he continued to recite.

At this moment, everyone seemed to be intoxicated by the artistic conception presented in this poem. The blue sky seemed to be slowly approaching dusk, then turned into a sky full of stars, and finally raindrops fell on the petals.

Xu Zhimo also laughed a little in anger, punched Bao Guowei on the shoulder and said: "You kid, you almost make me think you are a deceiver, please hand over the following poems quickly."

You look like the goose yellow after the snow melts;

After this explanation, his clenched fist finally relaxed.

In fact, Lao Gao pricked up his ears because he just didn't want to miss every word Bao Guowei said.

Dai Wangshu's eyes were shining with light, and he seemed to be falling into a deep sleep.

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Now she was pretending not to care, turning her head to look at the scenery in the yard.

"Hahaha, you Bao Bingwen is always good at teasing people, but this time you have aroused everyone's interest. Please hurry up and say all the following verses. If you say anything bad, you will be punished."

Bing Xin often wrote poetry, so she considered herself a professional and commented on the poem recited by Bao Guowei.

"Indeed, what Miss Wanying said is true. In these verses, different images of the April sky are used to compare various scenes in life, which has made the scenes vivid to the extreme."

Fresh green with first buds, you are;

She would definitely feel that the person who wrote such a poem must be a woman with a delicate mind and a small family.

At this moment, Bao Guowei was not in a hurry and said all of the last section.

"You are the mist in the April morning,
The evening wind blows softly,
The stars twinkled inadvertently, and the fine raindrops fell in front of the flowers."

But he is a man?
How should such a man understand a woman's heart?
"That's it. The artistic conception of this time has reached its peak. There should be no way to continue. It depends on how Bao Bingwen ends up."

Nodding, Bao Guowei walked around and said, "Don't be anxious, please let me think about it carefully."

But after hearing that it was written to Lin Huiyin, his face felt a little strange.

"Is that so? As soon as I heard the beginning, I liked it very much. It would be a great honor to give it to Sicheng and I's child."

After this passage, Jiang Baili, who had closed his eyes to carefully appreciate the artistic conception, immediately opened his eyes.

Even Lin Huiyin exhaled. Just after hearing Bao Guowei's words, her heartbeat accelerated a lot, and she felt a violent beating in her chest.

When she came back to her senses, she was also someone who had experienced the scene, and she immediately said with a smile.

Because he knows that the last section is the most essential part of the song "You Are April in the World".

Xu Zhimo saw Bao Guowei stopping in front of a bouquet of flowers. He didn't say the last stanza for a long time. The poem was obviously not over yet?
He couldn't help but remind: "Bingwen, there is still the last section? Why did you stop again?"

Liang Sicheng couldn't help but explain to Bao Guowei: "Maybe Bingwen is still thinking about it, right? The first few sections have already elevated the artistic conception of the poem to a very high level. If you want to continue, you probably need to be more high-pitched." Just express your emotions!”

As if they wanted to help Bao Guowei, everyone also made plans.

But no matter what, I am still dissatisfied, or it lacks a little meaning.

Later, everyone turned their attention to Dai Wangshu. This guy is a lyricist. His song "Rain Alley" amazed everyone. Maybe he will have a different opinion?
But Dai Wangshu just stopped writing in his hand, shook his head and said.

"I can't take on Bingwen's poem. It's not that I don't want to, but no matter who it is, there shouldn't be any way to take on the artistic conception below, right?"

Bing Xin was an unkind host. Seeing that no one seemed to be able to do it, she made her own suggestion.

"I think this poem is already extremely difficult to this point. Why don't we put it aside for the time being and put it in a newspaper so that literati from all walks of life can refer to it. It can be considered a good story!"

At that moment, someone clapped their hands and said, "I think it's okay. Miss Bing Xin's suggestion is very good!"

"Hey, if no one picks up the poem, this poem is very special. Maybe it can be spread even more widely!"

But not everyone holds the same opinion.

Lin Huiyin frowned, shook his head and said, "I don't think this is appropriate. This poem was written by Mr. Bingwen. If someone writes the next verse in the future, how can anyone remember that the original author is Mr. Bingwen?" ? You will only remember the characters you follow."

Xu Zhimo and Liang Sicheng immediately nodded at the same time, and their movements were uniform. "Huiyin is right!!"

Then, the two people looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.

No one else cares, but someone is always paying attention here.

After Bing Xin saw this scene, she didn't change her face at all on the surface, but her heart was naturally filled with hatred.

You two are the most positive!

The nails on my hands are almost piercing into the flesh.

Bao Guowei noticed that everyone was arguing, and he knew it was time for him to appear, otherwise it would not end well.

He immediately said: "You don't need to worry about me, I already have a follow-up ending."

"Yes???"

Everyone's faces were very surprised. How long has it been? What so many of us have never thought of, you guys actually thought of it?
Xu Zhimo immediately stepped forward excitedly and asked: "Brother Bingwen has really thought about the follow-up? Please tell us quickly, you are just like opening up your wife's hijab during the wedding night, and suddenly found that your wife was still there. It’s like wearing a locked mask, it’s unbearably itchy!”

Bao Guowei's head suddenly nodded. This kid's metaphor was quite unique.
When he got interested, he deliberately said: "This last verse of mine is not a boast, it is an excellent ending."

Jiang Baili said: "What's a good idea?"

Bao Guowei said confidently: "Even a hundred years later, people will still praise this poem from time to time, write it into songs, write it into stories, and film it into movies."

"Sigh~"

Everyone in the venue took a breath of cold air.

This kid has such a loud tone?

What kind of poetry can reach this level? Those are some of the most outstanding poems of this era.

If you are too arrogant, some people will naturally be unconvinced.

"Mr. Bingwen, those two poems of yours can be called such an evaluation, but I think this poem is still a bit petty and not as majestic and thought-provoking as "Answer" and "A Generation"."

The speaker was a student. He had just joined the Crescent Society a few days ago and was unknown. However, in this era, many students had the courage to resist authority.

Bing Xin likes the style of this poem very much. In her opinion, this style is consistent with her own writing style.

But Bao Guowei said it was written to Lin Huiyin.
With someone speaking, it would be easier for her to speak.

"I like Mr. Bingwen's first two poems very much, but you are still young, and poetry is not something you can come across every time. Especially for such a quatrain, if you want to add a perfect ending to it, I have It also took me a long time to think about it before I could make up for it, and I’m still not very satisfied.”

Among this group of people, Bing Xin is considered a minor authority in writing poetry.

Therefore, not many people refuted it, especially in the eyes of many people, Bing Xin's words were considered pertinent.

Xu Zhimo turned to look at Dai Wangshu, hoping to get a different answer from him.

Dai Wangshu, on the other hand, was very honest, without explanation at all, just one sentence from beginning to end.

"This is indeed the case in poetry creation, but in my opinion, Bingwen will definitely be able to produce completely different works."

Come on, asking this person usually yields no results.

Everyone could only turn their attention to Bao Guowei again, Liang Sicheng asked with a smile.

"Bingwen, what do you think?"

Bao Guowei was also simple and straightforward, saying only one sentence.

"I personally feel that this follow-up is not inferior to the previous two songs, and may even become a leading classic among similar works."

Now, many people feel that Bao Guowei is talking nonsense. Why does this guy look so unceremonious?

Why is he so confident!

Naturally, Bing Xin was not to be outdone. She immediately said: "If the last stanza of Bingwen's poem can reach such a high level, I will copy this poem two thousand times!"

She was naturally angry. Not only people like Liang Sicheng and Xu Zhimo were also pursuing Lin Huiyin.

Now even you, a seventeen-year-old student, are so attracted to Lin Huiyin when you meet him?
In her opinion, Bao Guowei's various performances now are just to show his style in front of Lin Huiyin.

She refused to let him get what he wanted, so she wanted Bao Guowei to see what it means to have high heaven and earth.

"Eh~" Jiang Baili waved his hand and said immediately when he saw that the situation was getting out of hand.

"Bingwen, please hurry up and say the poem. Whether it is good or bad, everyone will have a witness. I am convinced of your strength."

With Jiang Baili speaking, Bing Xin's excitement eased a bit.

For a time, two factions formed in the venue.

One group, led by Lin Huiyin, felt that Bao Guowei's follow-up must be good; the other group, naturally led by Bing Xin, felt that poetry was too difficult. Without inspiration, it would be difficult to produce any masterpieces.

Even the song "Rain Alley" by Dai Wangshu was composed when the emotion reached a certain level.

No matter how talented Bao Guowei is, why can every poem be so perfect?

This is something that the opponents cannot accept in their hearts.

Bao Guowei put the tea cup on the table at this moment, making a crisp sound.

Then, he gently opened his arms, his eyes firm and soft.

His gaze was not directed at Lin Huiyin, and his arms were not directed at anyone in particular.

But
"This last section is dedicated to our country, which has suffered from disasters for hundreds of years, and to our strong and unyielding nation."

Finally he looked at Lin Huiyin and said with a smile: "Also to the children who represent hope in the future!"

Bao Guowei took a deep breath and made his final conclusion with great energy.

"You are the flowers blooming on each tree,

It was Yan whispering between the beams,
——You are love, warmth and hope, you are April in the world! "

Swish!
As soon as these words came out and this verse of poetry was recited from Bao Guowei's mouth, everyone's minds suddenly went blank.

Lin Huiyin's fingers trembled uncontrollably. She widened her beautiful eyes and murmured in surprise.

"A gift to the country? A gift to hope for the future? It's love, warmth, and hope. It's simple and clear, but it hurts so much that I really don't know how to express it in words."

After being stunned for a moment, Xu Zhimo laughed angrily and said with emotion: "As soon as this poem came out, I don't know how many women fell in love with this boy Bao Guowei."

He laughed and cursed again.

"Damn, I'm so jealous!"

(End of this chapter)