The Quiet Rise of Entertainment Superstars

February of 20 in China is destined to be a restless February.

At the beginning, because of the UN exchange group, the Chinese people were worried all day long, fearing that they would be suppressed by the people from the UN.

After much difficulty in suppressing both the piano competition and the film competition, there came the short story competition.

The evaluation results had not been settled for two days when something happened again at the Poetry Association.

The reason is very simple. The people from the United Nations exchange group have been encountering obstacles everywhere recently. Finally, they came up with a solution. That is to take the initiative just like when they first arrived. In this way, the Chinese people will have to take it seriously, and it will be much easier for them to find people.

Shelley is the only poet in this UN exchange delegation. He is also a philosopher and has a high prestige in the United Nations.

Fox had always respected him, but Shelley was unwilling to participate in political struggles. After arriving in China, he remained unknown and did not express any opinions.

This time it was Fox who asked him for help and he came up with the solution.

He used the account given by the Chinese government to post a German poem on the official website of the Chinese Literature Association, and also provided a translation.

If this was a very ordinary poem, it would not have caused any waves. The problem is that this poem, when translated into Chinese, is surprisingly beautiful.

This kind of behavior is a naked provocation to Chinese poetry lovers!

A Chinese poet who is also very proficient in Germanic languages ​​exclaimed after reading it: "This poem is catchy. Even if the translation is not good, it is still one of the top Germanic poems."

As a result, many poets wrote poems that were also translated into Germanic, but everyone found that their meanings were always inferior to that original poem.

At this moment, people from the Chinese Literature Association became anxious and contacted some poets, hoping that they would help.

Literati all have a problem, that is, they are very careful about their reputation. They also wrote poems in private, but they felt that they were not good enough to show off, so they refused to upload their works, including Professor Chen. After much hesitation, he sent an email to Xiaoyue, hoping that she would take action.

This, doesn’t this create problems for myself?

Xiaoyue did not reply to him, but went to the official website of the Chinese Literature Association to read Shelley's poem.

"In whispers soft, love doth speak,

Entwining hearts, in dreams we meet;

A gentle touch, a gaze so sweet,

Ignites the flame, within us, deep..."

Translated into Chinese, it means "In gentle whispers, love speaks, entangled hearts, we meet in dreams; gentle touches, sweet gazes, ignite the deep flames in our hearts..."

This poem is written in a bold and strong style, which is very foreign. No wonder Chinese poets are at a loss as to what to do with it. It's not just a matter of literary talent, but also a matter of face!

It is better to let young people write instead of those older poets, because young people are bold and shameless.

However, Xiaoyue didn't plan to write that kind of thing. She wanted to do the opposite and write something more subtle.

The poem is still short, at least half as short as Shelley's.

“You say that you love rain,

but you open your umbrella when it rains...

You say that you love the sun,

but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines...

You say that you love the wind,

But you close your hen wind blows...

This is why I am afraid;

You say that you love me too..."

Then Xiaoyue made a normal translation version for it.

"You said you like rain,

But you hold an umbrella when it rains.

You said you like the sun.

But you hide in the shade when the sun is shining.

You said you like the wind,

But you close the windows when it's windy.

That's why I'm scared when you say you like me too."

Xiaoyue sent the poem to Professor Chen, still signing it with Wangshu.

In fact, netizens in the forum have already started a quarrel, saying that Chinese poets are cowards and turtles, and why they don’t write a poem to fight back and other complaints.

Someone said: "If you have the ability, write a poem for us."

Anyway, it eventually turned into an internal war of words.

The authorities were so angry that they blocked many accounts.

Just then, Professor Chen posted Xiaoyue’s poem "You Say You Love Rain" on the official website of the Chinese Literature Association.

Someone on the forum shouted: "Go check out the official website of the Chinese Literature Association. Wangshu has published a poem, in both German and Chinese. That's awesome!"

"As expected, the one who finally made the move was a young poet from China. I support Wangshu."

"What? Doesn't Wangshu write classical poetry? Can he also write Germanic poetry?"

"Tsk, will talented people be limited by the types of poetry? Go and read Wangshu's poems."

Netizens went to read the poem with doubts. Although most people cannot understand Germanic poetry, they can understand the translated modern poetry. It’s amazing.

Shelley had been following the official website of the Chinese Literature Association. He was the first to see Wangshu's German-language poems, and he fell silent after reading them.

This poem is so well written that my own poem is inferior to it and seems a bit vulgar.

Shelley was thinking about whether to delete his poem, while Xiaoyue suddenly remembered that there seemed to be many versions of the poem she wrote, and the literary version should be liked by many people, so she wrote it and sent it to Professor Chen.

Not long after, the official website of the Chinese Literature Association appeared the literary version of Wangshu's song "You Say You Love Rain".

"You said the mist and rain were faint, and you could see the Lanting Pavilion from afar; later you embraced her gracefully, and covered her colorful clothes. You said the spring was in full bloom, and her green sleeves and red fragrance; later you closed the west building and stood quietly beside you. You said the soft breeze blew, and you lay drunk and thought; later you closed the doors and windows tightly, and the curtains became sad. You said the love was tender, and how could you forget us; but my eyes turned slightly, and I became frosted."

Now many people were dumbfounded. Wangshu was so amazing. Not only did he write Germanic poems, but he could also translate them into literary versions of poems.

"I love this version so much. It is definitely the favorite of us young artists."

"Oh my god, I am already intoxicated by Wangshu's poems."

"Wangshu, please write more modern poems in the future. This is your comfort zone!"

But before these people had finished speaking, the official website of the Chinese Literature Association had added a new version of the Book of Songs by Wangshu.

"If you say you like rain, you open your umbrella to avoid it. If you say you like the sun, you seek shade to avoid it. If you say you like the wind, you close the door to avoid it. If you say you want to grow old together, I fear that."

Then people who like ancient poetry will be happy.

"The guy who said Wangshu's comfort zone was modern poetry came out and Wangshu came to slap him in the face."

"Ah, my face hurts, Wangshu, you have no heart."

"Wangshu is amazing. I wonder if there will be other versions."

"Go check it out, there really are other versions."

Then, everyone ran to check, and found that a new version of Li Sao by Wangshu had been added to the official website of the Chinese Literature Association.

"You enjoy the rain and open the umbrella, You enjoy the day and the forest blocks the sun, You enjoy the wind and raise the fence, You enjoy me and my heart aches."

What else can netizens say? They dare not leave the official website and just wait here. There should be other versions of Wangshu, right?

"Take away the word 'ba' at the end. Here it is. It's the seven-character quatrain version."

"I love the rain but I am afraid my embroidered clothes will get wet; I like the sun and prefer to lean against the tree. The wind always closes the brocade window, how can I give my heart to it?"

"There shouldn't be any more, right? This seven-character quatrain version has come out. I can only say one thing: Wangshu is a great talent!"

"The one above, you praised me too early, and here comes another seven-line version."

"What? Anything else?"

Netizens were stunned. Wangshu, what kind of bad taste do you have?

Sure enough, the finale of the seven-character poem was posted on the official website of the Chinese Literature Association.

"In March, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River is faint, and the umbrellas are covered with smoke and have a faint fragrance. It is pleasant to be slightly tipsy in summer, but I still take advantage of the shade of the beautiful trees. The frosty wind is gentle and the sky is clear, and I lightly frown and lock the red window. I pity you for your longing for me, and I am afraid that the passing years will separate us."

The internet was instantly quiet. It turns out that writing poetry can be fun this way? Wangshu is simply showing off his literary talent!

Just want to ask who else?

Professor Zhang is so excited about sending poems now, this girl is really amazing.

Now, the most confused one is Shelley!

He only wrote two versions of the poem. How many versions have you, Wangshu, written?

Then Shelley actually counted them and found seven versions of the same poem.

It was not enough to slap him in the face once, so he had to slap him seven times. Shelley even felt her face was swollen.

He regretted why he didn't keep silent until the end and why he came up with such a stupid idea. Now he was embarrassed, and he was embarrassed in China.

Alice was stunned after reading what she saw online. Although her Chinese level was not very high, she could still understand it. She had never expected that there would be a master like Lou Zhongyue Cheng Xingyue in the Chinese poetry world.

"William, I think we are really asking for humiliation by coming to China this time! As expected, China has always been hiding its strength. Only when we touch its reverse scale will it hit us hard."

“So, the ideas that our exchange group had at the beginning seem so ridiculous now!”

"I think we should go and persuade Fox to stop!"

"Alas, we have two days left before we go back. I feel like we have only seen the tip of the iceberg of China, or what he wants us to see."

"That's right, let's go find Fox!"

Fox was desperate at this moment. What was going on? He shouldn't have asked Shelley, and shouldn't have listened to his advice. Now, one more embarrassing thing had happened. China wanted them to leave in disgrace!

Later, Fox was in even greater pain, and everyone came to persuade him to stop.

They are all scared by the Chinese. He doesn't know how to explain to the President when he returns.