star king

Chapter 552 Nostalgia
The Confucius Institute is located on the campus of the University of California, Los Angeles. There is no gate and it is very open, but outside the normal scope of activities of the Confucius Institute, a banner is pulled up.

"Warmly welcome Nian Nujiao to the Confucius Institute in Los Angeles."

Su Tong, Princess Changqing and the little princess got out of the car and saw this banner.

"Who is so unscrupulous, why is the banner written like this? You are still here, what era did I go back to." Su Tong laughed, and then changed his words: "It should be written about the greatest poet of this century, Nian Nujiao, without the most important poet. important adjective."

"Haha, I'll ask the staff to change the banner later and add adjectives." Princess Changqing and the little princess didn't speak, and a man in his 50s came out from the side, very hearty, and a group of young and old followed him.

Su Tong was puzzled, who is this person?

Princess Changqing stretched out her hand and introduced to Su Tong: "This is Luo Jialong, the director of the Confucius Institute in Los Angeles. He is also the vice president of XX University in my country."

"Dean Luo, hello, I've seen you for a long time." Su Tong offered to shake hands with Dean Luo.

"Haha, I've really admired Nian Nujiao's name for a long time. Knowing that Nian Nujiao came to our Confucius Institute recently, I came here from China and waited for a few days just to wait for such a day. A hero born in youth, Nian Nujiao's reputation is well-deserved. It's really coming..." Dean Luo laughed, speaking a little politely.

"Don't dare to take it, then what, Dean Luo, let's jump out of the book first, lest others think we two sneaked out of the hospital and want to arrest us back." Su Tong wanted to let go, Luo Yuan But the boss has been holding on to it, Emma, ​​it's okay if she's a beautiful woman, don't be so enthusiastic.

After exchanging pleasantries, Dean Luo introduced the people around him to Su Tong.

All of them are well-known Chinese in the United States, young and old.

Either the president of a certain Chinese association in the United States, or the founder of a certain organization. Although some of them are not engaged in literature-related personnel, they all love the country and the Daqin culture.

Everyone has long admired the name of Nujiao, and came from all over the United States.

In the Confucius Institute, all classes are suspended today, and there are programs and activities. The campus is full of students and students from other institutes to join in the fun, and even people from the community.

These activities are mainly aimed at foreigners or Chinese who are new to the Daqin language, filling in the blanks with idioms, guessing charades and other recreational activities.

Writing questions is a piece of cake for pure Daqin people, but it is more challenging for Chinese and foreigners who have just learned Chinese or have not learned Chinese for a long time.

When Su Tong entered, many Chinese and foreign students were alarmed.

Many people are new to learning Chinese and don't know much about Daqin culture, but they all heard that a big man came to Daqin today, who can be said to be a figure at the pinnacle of contemporary Daqin literary circles.

I heard that this person is very talented, and everyone is also curious.

Su Tong saw many Chinese who came to the United States to pursue their dreams in the early days. Now they are old, but they never forget their motherland. Unfortunately, their parents passed away and were buried in their hometown. Their children and grandchildren are all here. Compared with things and people, they can only choose I continue to stay with my children and grandchildren, just hoping that when I get old, I can cross the ocean and be buried back to my hometown.

The choices they made when they were young made them regret most of their lives.

This pain only became more intense in the middle of the night.

Looking at the gray-haired Chinese around him, Su Tong saw the yearning for his hometown in their eyes.

When they were young and ignorant, they disliked their parents. When they were getting old, they realized that the affection for their hometown was lingering. Since they were born, running on that land was destined to be their brand for a lifetime.

"Let me give you a poem." Su Tong didn't have much affection for the Chinese who came to the United States to dream of making a fortune, but when he saw that they were old and missed their homeland so much, he said with a slight sigh in his heart.

The old Chinese present were excited.

Poetry doesn't just come when you say it. Although they knew that Su Tong was famous, since they saw Su Tong, they didn't call for him to compose poems.

It's as if it's okay to let others tell you to take a pee. Others don't urinate much. When you have something, you don't need to call, the other party will do it by themselves.

Su Tong planned to write this poem with a brush, but Dean Luo hurriedly asked someone to serve him with a brush, ink and paper.

Those who could surround them were all respectable old Chinese, their eyes fixed on the pen and paper in Su Tong's hand.

"Nostalgia."

Su Tong used a relatively soft font, not that strong and domineering, because it didn't fit the content of the poem.

As soon as these two words came out, many old Chinese eyes lit up, and they all said that Su Tong was the best at writing poems for others. Whether it was cursing or giving away sincerely, they were all famous poems through the ages.

Looking at the title of this poem, it was written for these old Chinese, and everyone is looking forward to it.

"When I was young,
Nostalgia is a small postage stamp,

I am here,

Mother is over there. "

As soon as these lines came out, the eyes of some old Chinese immediately became moist.

Su Tong really wrote for them, writing about their experiences and aspirations.

At this moment, the scene when they first came to the United States appeared in their minds. At that time, telephones were far less common, and it was extremely difficult to make a phone call. Letters from home were the most commonly used means of contact.

"When I grow up,

Nostalgia is a narrow ticket,

I am here,

The bride is over there. "

Seeing this, many old Chinese couldn't help sobbing. At that time, many people came to the United States alone after getting married. They thought this was heaven, they came to pan for gold, and returned after earning a lot of money.

But things backfired, where is heaven here? Shooting, drugs, gangsters, pornography...are flooded, and this place is clearly hell.

"later,
Nostalgia is a short grave,

I'm outside

Mother is inside. "

At this point in the poem, some old people who thought they would never cry again burst into tears.

The most sorry thing in this life is my mother, who made my mother worry and worry for a lifetime, and finally my mother left alone.

The grave of my mother has not been taken care of until now, and the weeds do not know how many feet high.

In fact, what they care about the most in their hearts is not the motherland, but the mother in the motherland. She is lonely, and she watches her son return every day...

"Pfft."

An old man knelt down and kowtowed to a middle-aged man.

"Dad, you... don't scare me, this is..." The middle-aged man was frightened and hurriedly tried to help the old man up.

The old man cried bitterly: "Don't help me, Dad, I beg you, after I die, you must send me back to my hometown and bury me next to my mother. She has worked so hard all her life, and I am not filial, huh..."

The old man couldn't help crying, and many old people couldn't help crying.

Many young people are infected and have watery eyes.

"And now..."

After these three characters came out, Su Tong couldn't write any more, and was moved by the old man's thoughts.

"Dad, I promise you, I will definitely fulfill your wish, I will not perfuse you." The middle-aged man wiped his tears.

(End of this chapter)