After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 293 I Love This Land

If you are young and promising in your twenties, then you must have a beloved person by your side, and there will be thunderous applause around you!

If you are mediocre in your twenties, there must be gossip around you, and your parents will have white eyebrows!

Reality is always reality. If you have the opportunity to do it all over again, can you live a different life like Chen Tianhong?

I don't dare to guarantee it, I only dare to say that it is man-made!

At this time, Chen Tianhong had just passed his 20th birthday, but he had already appeared on the world stage, and under the attention of all the people, his appearance and his name were remembered with a high-spirited posture.

Traveling in foreign countries, New York roses blowing all over your head, who is young in Moshang, full of vigor and coquettishness!
Chen Tianhong strode onto the podium and took the microphone from the host. At that moment, the applause melted away. The eyes of everyone in the hall and the cameras in the hands of the media workers were all aimed at him.

Everyone wants to know what this young man who has created a small miracle, made a name for the oriental sci-fi, and justified the youth generation of China will say next.

Chen Tianhong on the stage did not speak immediately, he first glanced slowly at the great hall, then his eyes paused for a few seconds in front of the camera lens, showing a radiant smile.

That smile made Liu Yifei's heart pounding in front of the TV. Somehow, even though she was separated by the ocean and thousands of miles away, Yifei still knew tacitly that this smile from her boyfriend was for her.

The most beautiful appearance of the other party during the youth love period may be the smile on the face!

"May the boy I like smile so clearly forever!"

Liu Yifei silently promised her blessing.

"Old Chen, look how happy our son is smiling, this smile must be given to us!"

Although she has seen her son on TV more than once, Liu Yanhong still said excitedly.

"Of course, it's not for us, but for someone else."

Lao Chen was also full of joy, but he was also a little bit regretful.

"Hey, this cultural and educational organization is really picky. The invitation letter is only sent to our son, not two of us. Otherwise, we can go to the scene to watch our son accept the award on stage!"

"Who said it wasn't that"

Hearing her husband's words, Liu Yanhong also felt a little lonely in the corner of her eyes.

"Hehe, it's okay, Yan Hong, our son is so good, there will be opportunities in the future, let's go together at that time."

Feeling that his words affected the cheerful atmosphere, Chen Zhide patted his wife on the shoulder lightly and comforted him.

What Chen Zhide said was very reasonable, so the sad atmosphere came and went quickly, and the two quickly regained their spirits.

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

In the living room, Ren Changsong, the president of the Poetry Association, saw Chen Tianhong's bright smile, but said twice in a row that it was a pity.

"Old Ren, what are you pity about? I heard you praising this kid just now, why did you feel pity again within a few minutes."

The wife on the side asked in puzzlement.

"It's nothing, I just regret that this child's award-winning work is a science fiction novel, not our Huaxia poetry"

Ren Changsong explained with a smile.

In fact, Huaxia's poems are in the same international situation as oriental science fiction, and they are not particularly recognized by western countries.

That's why Ren Changsong felt this way.

"It's such a pity, next time you ask this kid to write a poem, it will be fine."

The wife replied indifferently.

Her words moved Ren Changsong's heart, his wife was right!Chen Tianhong is only 20 years old now, and he will definitely continue to participate in youth literature competitions in the future.

But Ren Changsong is still a little entangled. It is much more difficult to rely on poetry, especially Huaxia's poetry to be recognized by Westerners than to write oriental science fiction.

Not to mention translation is a big problem!Even poets and writers from Western countries have seldom been able to enter the top ten by writing poems, let alone number one.

While Ren Changsong was thinking, Yan Shanqing and Secretary Xiaonian were a little nervous in the auditorium, because they found that Chen Tianhong did not bring the manuscript to the stage, and the written manuscript was still on the seats.

"This kid, why are you so overbearing! It's not as good as Hou Bangxiu, who still knows how to take manuscripts."

Yan Shanqingdong muttered.

At this moment, Chen Tianhong on the stage finally spoke out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon! It is a great honor for me to be No.1. I would like to thank the organizing committee for the recognition of my entry "Three-Body" To the people I helped, my family, my teachers, my friends."

Chen Tianhong's opening sentence is still the usual thank you, which is basically what every writer who accepts an award on stage will say.

"I am a science fiction fan. I have read many science fiction novels, both domestic and foreign. I think science fiction is literature based on imagination. The reason why human beings can surpass other species to establish civilization is mainly because they can Create something in your own mind that doesn't exist in reality.

So how do you activate your imagination?

I believe that the boundless space is still the best destination and destination of human imagination, and the vast starry sky can always carry infinite imagination.

Even if it's mysterious, it's also grand, creating a sense of awe, even fear.

But as I say in my book, "We're all worms in the gutter, but someone has to look up to the stars!"

I like to look up at the starry sky at night. At that time, the Milky Way pours into the night sky, and the starlight shines on the place where I stand. It is the land, the land of China.

The only unstoppable thing is time, the only constant is the speed of time passing!

But we own history!
It is this land that has nurtured me and our Chinese civilization, giving us a history of 5000 years and the romance of the East that is exclusive to us.

i love this land
When he said these words, Chen Tianhong's voice suddenly choked up. The representatives in the hall and the people in front of the TV suddenly found that this young man was full of tears.

For a moment, everyone was a little surprised. It is normal to say that Chen Tianhong cried because he was too excited to win No.1.

But this is not the case according to his testimonials!It's only just begun!

It seemed that he was talking about the land of China, and then he cried for no reason.

Are you homesick?

Soon, what Chen Tianhong said next made everyone understand what he wanted to do.

He wanted to write poetry!

"Please allow me to dedicate a poem to the land where I was born and raised! The name of this poem is "I Love This Land""

"Clap."

The sound of the glass falling to the floor echoed in the hall.

It was Ren Changsong who was too happy to hold the water glass after hearing what Chen Tianhong said.

"Old Ren, pay attention! How can you drink water and drop the glass, really?"

The wife stood up and brought a broom to clean up, while still complaining.

Ren Changsong is still in the mood to talk to his wife at this moment, and he doesn't care about the water glass that has been with him for a long time. His eyes are fixed on the TV, and his ears are lifted, for fear of missing every word Chen Tianhong said next.

Based on his understanding of Chen Tianhong, the poem that Chen Tianhong could say at the award ceremony must be very good and definitely have a special meaning.

If I were a bird, I too should sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of grief and anger that is always raging with us,

This irritating wind blowing endlessly,
And the incomparably tender dawn from the forest...

"Huh? If I were a bird"

Hearing the first sentence, what Ren Changsong felt was abrupt, using something as a metaphor?

Abandoning the human thinking language, borrowing the bird's pouring out his feelings for the land of the motherland?
Then he heard the last few sentences, and he was sure that they were correct.

This kind of description is correct, but the verse is too simple and simple, and the bird's voice should be beautiful and crisp, why use the word "hoarse"?
There is also the blow of the storm behind, the river of grief and anger, and the wind of anger. This makes people feel a feeling of melancholy, or Chen Tianhong is grieving or indignant.

It was the phrase "the extremely gentle dawn in the forest" that made Ren Changsong feel much more comfortable.

But the next sentence made him completely confused again.

"And then I died and even my feathers rotted in the ground!"

"What the hell? Didn't he just fly on the ground, why did he suddenly die and his feathers are rotten. What is this?"

Chen Tianhong's sudden "I'm dead" made Ren Changsong, who has a lot of research on poetry, do not know why this turning point.

Even he is like this, not to mention other people in front of the TV, even they don't know why a good acceptance speech is suddenly on the ground.

The representatives in the great hall were also confused, because Chen Tianhong spoke in Chinese, even with the simultaneous translation of headsets, they must not understand as well as Ren Changsong and Yan Shanqing.

Until Chen Tianhong said the last two lines of poems.

"Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land so much..."

After finishing these two sentences, Chen Tianhong didn't stop, but said it again from the beginning in English.

"If I were a bird"

Ren Changsong didn't listen to the English version, he was thinking about the whole poem in his mind, and he was still whispering
"Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land so much..."

For some reason, reading these two sentences made Ren Changsong's eyes a little sour.

With his skills, before Chen Tianhong finished reading the English version, he already understood the emotion contained in this poem.

As Chen Tianhong said, he loves the land of China to such an extent that he doesn't know how to confide in it, so he uses "birds" to express his emotions.

As for why the voice of the birds is hoarse, this can better express the love for the land of the motherland. The enhanced contrast with the mountain and river landscape described below will make people feel admirable.

Then suddenly came a big turning point, the bird died, but the body was still fertile.

Life and death form a strong contrast again, highlighting Chen Tianhong's persistent love for the land in the contrast, which can be described in oriental romantic words.

Born here, sung here, buried here, remembered here, will never change until death
Until the last two sentences are completely sublimated, this is no longer expressing emotions with birds, but directly expressing one's heart!
Love the land, love the motherland, the love is too deep, too strong, I don't know what words to use to describe it, and it can only turn into tears in the end.
Recalling Chen Tianhong's tears before reciting the poem, Ren Changsong felt a lot and even resonated.

There is no doubt that this is a patriotic poem expressing Chen Tianhong's sincere patriotic feelings.

"I love this land"

Yan Shanqing in the great hall also heard it. Unlike Ren Changsong, his eyes were not only sore, but also red. If you look closely, you can see a few drops of muddy tears hidden inside.

Yan Shanqing, as a representative of the Huaxia National Writers Association, sits in the cultural and educational organization. He has not returned to China for nearly a year. People far away in foreign countries have one obsession in their hearts, and that is the hometown complex.

This poem by Chen Tianhong almost touched his heart, how could he not be touched.
So at the same time, the people in front of the TV also reflected that their understanding may not be as deep as that of Yan Shanqing, but as a Chinese person, who doesn't love the country, who doesn't love the land of the motherland?
Among other things, the last two lines of the poem alone are enough to make countless people feel deeply.

After Chen Tianhong finished speaking in English, the representatives of the Congress Party also recognized that this was a patriotic poem. May I ask which country's citizens are not patriotic?
So the audience applauded thunderously!

A young man who loves his country deserves their applause.

Amid the applause, Yan Shanqing's tears finally flowed down.

Zou Yingde, who was sitting next to him, saw it, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it over.

After Yan Shanqing's mood calmed down a little, Zou Yingde said in a low voice.

"Old Yan, don't you think this poem written by Tianhong is a bit weird?"

"Weird, what's weird, what a patriotic poem, why, you old Zou think this poem is not good?"

Yan Shanqing straightened his face, he was not happy to listen to Zou Yingde's words.

"No, Mr. Yan, I don't mean that. What I mean is that Tianhong seems to be expressing his patriotism through this poem. It seems that there is another meaning, which is the first half of the poem. I always feel that he What is the metaphor, since it is to express feelings, why use words like "sorrow, anger""

Zou Yingde quickly explained that Yan Shanqing's temper was not very good, and he was a stubborn little old man who was famous in the Writers Association.

Hearing this, Yan Shanqing's face softened. He just cared about feeling in his heart, and didn't pick out the words carefully like Zou Yingde. Now that he was reminded by one of them, he really thinks that the song "I Love This Land" is not that simple. .

The background of the poem is not right. To be precise, it should have a special meaning in the current era.

But Yan Shanqing thought about it again and again, but he still didn't understand what the other metaphor was, and neither did Zou Yingde.

Now I can't go to the stage to ask questions, and I can only ask Chen Tianhong when he comes down.

However, there are people in the Great Hall who feel the same way as them. This person is the first young African writer to accept the award, Abbas!

When Chen Tianhong finished reading the poem, like Yan Shanqing, he shed a few tears, because he also loves his African land very much.

The difference is that when he listened to the first half of the poem, what popped up in his mind was the scene of the West's suppression of their African writers.

That was really a blow like a storm. No one knew how difficult it was for him to get No.10, nor did they know how difficult the international literary path for African writers was.

Abbas and the others' emotions towards Western writers like Barker are grief and anger as written in the poems.

He also knew that Western writers also played tricks on the East, but they were not as cruel to them.

Perhaps the young writer from the East on the stage satirized this phenomenon and expressed his anger through poems.

At this time, Chen Tianhong on the stage continued to speak.

ps: I went to line up for the test today, but I don’t have enough time, I will make up for it in the future!It's on the notebook!There is an Easter egg chapter!
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