Xu Xiaoyun couldn't help but sigh, overturning all her previous remarks, and said: "Xiao Jing, I was wrong! I was really wrong! If this is the case, I would be willing to stay in the mountains in the countryside forever without returning to the city. It's so romantic..."
"You're dreaming! How many poems like "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom" can there be? Really, I envy sister Mengmeng so much!
I think that after reporter Qian writes and publishes this story, all the literary young women in China will probably dream of marrying Lin Huowang and will be extremely envious of Liu Rumeng..."
Chen Jing said with a hint of resentment, looking at Lin Huowang with eyes that were shining with regret.
She felt extremely uncomfortable because she knew very well that whenever she met the right person in the future, she would not be able to help but compare him with a man like Lin Huowang.
So…
When a woman is young, she must not meet someone who is too stunning, as it will directly affect her future choice of a partner.
As the saying goes, how can a woman who has seen a lion be willing to give herself to a hound?
"Fuck! Master Awang is really amazing.
Haha! When I return to Beijing, I’ll have more things to brag about!
If they knew that the great poet who wrote "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" was my master, Lao Zhao, they would probably be jealous of me again!"
Zhao Mengsheng was even more excited. After all, in the past few months, young people in the capital city had fallen in love with the poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming" as if they were possessed.
The worship and respect for the author of this poem is not as vain and perverted as those star-chasing fans in later generations, but true appreciation and following...
Reporter Qian Shuzhen was extremely excited and quickly recorded the situation at the scene and the conversation between Lin Huowang and editor-in-chief Yan Chen in her little notebook.
And her pair of beautiful eyes, which could speak, kept scanning Lin Huowang's body.
This man is really full of fascinating charm from head to toe!
How could he write such beautiful and romantic poems in a small mountain village like that?
How rich and colorful would his spiritual world be?
Qian Shuzhen couldn't help but sigh. After yesterday's interview, she actually arrogantly thought that she already knew Lin Huowang very well.
As a result, today, Lin Huowang once again gave her a big explosive news.
He actually had a side that made him a great poet, which she couldn't figure out no matter how hard she tried.
"Zhong Yuejin, why are you trembling? Don't you admit your mistake?
As long as you admit your mistake, I can make the decision on behalf of Awang and forgive your plagiarism. But you have to publish an apology letter in your own name in Poetry Magazine, admitting your plagiarism."
Liu Rumeng stared at Zhong Yuejin like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves and spoke again.
But Zhong Yuejin was provoked by her tone and became even more unconvinced: "Why? Why should I apologize and admit to plagiarism?
I refuse to admit it, what can you do to me?
Anyway, now people all over the country know that this song "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" was written by me, Zhong Yuejin."
At this time, Zhong Yuejin had already thrown everything into the mix, like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.
He glared at the educated youth who came to expose him, venting all his anger and resentment, saying: "You stinky educated youth!
Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. Aren't you just jealous that I can return to the city with this poem?
Now that you've caught me, you're eager to pull me back so I can continue to work in the fields with you!
You guys are so happy now! You guys ruined my good plan."
Then, he pointed at Lin Huowang even more angrily and shouted:
"And you!!! Lin Huowang!
Why? How can a peasant like you write such a good poem?
You are a farmer who stays in the village all day long. It is useless for you to take this poem. Why can't you give it to me?
If you give me the answer, I can go to Beijing to be an editor of Poetry Magazine, and I can be liked by countless young literary ladies.
This poem should be mine! It is mine! I, Zhong Yuejin, wrote it!
The forest is on fire. I don't believe it. I don't believe how a farmer like you can write such a poem!
It's mine! It's mine! Unless... unless you can still be here and write a good poem on the spot..."
At this moment, Zhong Yuejin was filled with tension, fear, terror and anger, and he became a little crazy.
Lin Huowang looked at him still stubbornly and could only sigh, then smiled and said:
"Zhong Yuejin, you are actually right. How can a farmer like me write such a poem?
Poetry is a way to express and convey emotions. Words without emotions cannot be called poetry.
The fact that you behave like this today just proves that you have never truly understood the poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming" from the beginning to the end.
Here, I happen to have another poem with one sentence, I hope you can wake up after listening to it! "
Having said that, Lin Huowang paused for a moment, brewing his emotions.
When everyone present heard that Lin Huowang was going to write poetry again, they immediately became extremely excited.
Especially the two editors, a reporter and a bunch of second-generation people who had never seen Lin Huowang write poetry.
They had a premonition that today would witness the birth of another great poem.
really……
After a moment's silence, Lin Huowang recited to the frantic Zhong Yuejin: "The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to look for light. This song "A Generation" is dedicated to everyone of my generation present here..."
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