Li Changle originally planned to go to Peking alone, but it was not known whether it was Xiuxiu or Chen Baozhu who leaked the news.
When Ye Susu, who was far away in Peking, found out about this, she was determined to do her best to show her hospitality to her boss.
In fact, it was mainly because Ye Xiande wanted to talk to Li Changle. Li Changle thought of the old man with white hair and high spirits, and felt very grateful in her heart.
Li Changle had been a member of the Chinese Poetry Association for more than half a year, but had never been prominent. He had almost forgotten about it.
I feel a little guilty when I think about it. Wang Weimin and Ye Xiande are wholeheartedly supporting me, but I've been hanging out with Wang Siyi all day. I've finally come to Peiping, and since the old man wants to meet him, I might as well go.
Ye Xiande had been waiting at home for a long time. In fact, he had only met Li Changle a few times, but he inexplicably felt that this young man was a good person. He was neither humble nor arrogant when they first met. Although he was only in his twenties, he did not seem very erratic.
The most important thing is that he is talented. Ye Xiande has always liked talented young people, especially in today's modern society where the poetry environment is so depressed, he can still write timeless quatrains such as "Xiangsi" and "Qingping Diao", which is really rare.
"Haha, long time no see, Changle." Ye Xiande couldn't wait any longer when he saw Li Changle and Ye Susu both entered the yard, and he walked out directly to greet Li Changle.
"Old man, long time no see." Li Changle also responded with a smile. Looking at Ye Xiande who was still full of energy, Li Changle respected him from the bottom of his heart.
"Come on, sit down, you're welcome."
Ye Xiande was quite enthusiastic, and Li Changle was a little overwhelmed. How could an old senior ask you to sit down? But Li Changle couldn't resist the old man's enthusiasm, so she sat down a little awkwardly.
"Changle, I see that since you wrote those poems, you haven't published any more works. This makes me very sad."
Li Changle smiled on the surface, but actually felt a little ashamed in his heart. He had to write poetry before, just to make some money. Who guided him to join the Chinese Poetry Association by accident?
He didn't expect to make a living from poetry for the rest of his life. It was okay to read novels and songs for free, but Li Changle felt that he was somewhat unable to handle poetry, which has been passed down through the ages.
Li Changle said politely, "I've been quite busy this year, constantly doing other things. Poetry is just a personal hobby of mine, and I only think about it when I have nothing else to do."
Having nothing to do?
Ye Xiande almost couldn't hold it in anymore. The poems you wrote when you were free were of a level that would be passed down through the ages. If you really got serious about it, what kind of poems would you be able to write?
"If you have any good works, please let me take a look first. I won't give you any advice. I just want to see if you can write another poem that will last forever."
Li Changle smiled. She remembered a lot of poems, but now there was no need for her to make money by writing or copying poems.
I don’t even know if I can spend all the money I earn from writing novels and royalties in my lifetime, so it’s a bit unreasonable to compete with others for hundreds of thousands of dollars.
"I've been busy with the novel and the crew recently, so I'm afraid I don't have much time..."
Ye Xiande laughed and felt that Li Changle was indeed very busy now. Because he was worried about what might happen to his granddaughter in the entertainment industry, Ye Xiande also spent some time to find out more about her and roughly knew that Li Changle was indeed very busy now.
Ye Xiande waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay. You said it's just your hobby after all, and I can't force you to do it."
Then he said earnestly, "But Changle, the poetry competition is only a month or two away, so you should at least write a poem by then.
Otherwise, if I haven't published a single poem in a year, it would be somewhat inappropriate for me to be a member of the Chinese Poetry Association."
Ye Xiande felt that he needed to give this young man some advice. If he didn't use up his great talent and write more poems, it would be very difficult for him to make achievements in poetry when he was old and his mind was not as sharp as when he was young.
Throughout history, those who have left their names in the poetry and lyrics circles and created works that will be remembered through the ages have all written a large number of works. However, in fact, only a few of them are famous and can be passed down.
Li Changle has only written a few songs since his debut, and each of them is enough to be recorded in history. Ye Xiande has never seen such talent in his life.
In Ye Xiande's opinion, Li Changle's tinkering with TV dramas and novels is more or less not doing his job properly.
Tinkering with these things is not as good as poetry. Although he has made great achievements in those fields, this is poetry, which can be passed down through the ages.
Novels and TV series may be more popular now, but thousands of years later, Ye Xiande believes that there will still be people who remember works like Red Bean and Qingping Tiao, and then sigh at how talented it must be to write such poems.
The desire to leave a name in history has always been a concern for literati. Even someone like Ye Xiande, who has experienced most of his life, still cannot get rid of this idea.
Li Changle knew his own abilities, and he copied all the poems himself. But if nothing unexpected happened, if he really wanted to show off, he might be able to live his whole life by relying on the poems in his mind.
But Li Changle felt that it was possible, but not necessary.
Compared with true literati like Ye Xiande and Wang Weimin, he does not have that kind of character. He prefers money to fame. Now that he has made enough money, there is no need to pretend.
However, since the old man had personally invited her, it would be unworthy of his support if she didn't know her place in the conversation. Li Changle gladly accepted Ye Xiande's invitation to contribute to the poetry conference two months later.
Ye Xiande smiled with relief, stood up and patted Li Changle on the shoulder.
"Grandpa, it's time for dinner." Ye Susu walked in and called out.
Li Changle was stunned. Didn't they say they were just here to chat for a while? Why did they have to have a meal? Unable to refuse the hospitality, Li Changle had another meal with Ye Xiande.
Ye Xiande's love for poetry surpassed Wang Weimin's, and he kept discussing poetry with Li Changle during the meal. Fortunately, Li Changle had suffered from Wang Weimin's torture before, and she was able to cope with it with the knowledge in her mind.
This made Ye Xiande even more amazed. In terms of attainments and understanding of poetry, this young man was in his early twenties. Ye Xiande once again felt frustrated that he could not compare with this young man.
However, this is not the first time he has felt frustrated. Although this is the fact, Ye Xiande is not unhappy at all. Instead, he is happier. Such young talents are the future of Chinese poetry.
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