"Are you so unsure of me?"
Li Changle was furious, and then directly sent the poem he wanted to submit to Wang Siyi.
"Red beans grow in the south, how many branches will bloom in spring?
I wish you could pick more of this, for it is the most reminiscent of my love."
Originally, Wang Siyi wanted to mock Li Changle for overestimating his own abilities, but then she saw the poem he sent her and was stunned.
"Red beans grow in the south, and in spring they sprout a few branches..."
I muttered the poem to myself and suddenly felt that although it looked very simple.
But the lovesickness expressed in the text is stronger than an article of several thousand words.
"What's the name of this poem?"
"It's called Lovesickness. How about this poem? Is it okay?"
Li Changle challenged Wang Siyi complacently and sent her an emoticon.
But this time Wang Siyi ignored Li Changle. She was now in a recording studio in Shanghai, waiting for Yang Caiqian to come, so she had time to chat with Li Changle.
But now he was already shocked by Prime Minister Xiangsi. Could this guy be so capable?
And he wondered if this poem called Lovesickness was related to the poem Red Bean that he wrote for himself?
"How did you write this poem?"
You should ask Wang Wei this question, how would I know?
Li Changle didn't know how to respond to this question. He couldn't just say that he had plagiarized it, even though he really had.
But there is no Wang Wei in this world. The first thing he reads out is what he wrote. How can it be considered copying as a scholar's work?
"A light bulb went off in my head, and I came up with this poem. What do you think? If I take this poem to a poetry competition, it should win first place, right?"
"How should I know? Go ask my dad."
"The producer is coming over, I'm going to record a song."
After saying that, Wang Siyi didn't reply to Li Changle again.
Li Changle also knew that Wang Siyi was really busy, so she didn't reply to her. Then she forwarded the four lines of poetry she sent to Wang Siyi to Wang Weimin.
Then Wang Weimin's WeChat on his phone vibrated. He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Li Changle, but he didn't open the chat box immediately.
He thought that Li Changle didn't quite understand how to write a poem on the theme of lovesickness and came to ask him questions.
With the intention of guiding him, I opened the dialog box, but what I saw was a five-character quatrain.
Red beans grow in the south, how many branches will bloom in spring?
I wish you could pick more of this, for it is the most reminiscent of you.
"this....."
When Wang Weimin first saw this five-character quatrain, he thought it was simple.
After reading it once, I felt that this was a good poem, the kind that would be passed down through the ages. At the very least, he could not write a poem of this level.
"Damn it! How can I guide this kid? He's really got some skills."
I smiled and muttered to myself, then read the poem again and felt that it was not simple. This poem describes the feeling of longing, but the whole poem is full of red beans.
The name of the acacia is used to relate the feeling of longing for love, and the words are simple but full of imagination.
Then, the poem uses a rhetorical question to express the poet's feelings. The third sentence implies cherishing friendship. On the surface, it seems to be asking others to miss each other, but on the other hand, it implies the weight of the poet's own longing.
The last word is a pun, which not only fits the theme but also relates to the emotions. It is brilliantly written and moving.
The whole poem is vigorous and elegant in mood, full of thoughts and unrestrained, with simple and unadorned language and harmonious and gentle rhythm.
Even after all the years of poetry competitions, there are rarely any poems that can match this.
Wang Weimin suddenly thought to himself that it would be a bit of a waste of talent to take this poem to participate in the Cantonese poetry competition.
This is a poem of such quality that it will be passed down through the ages. It's a shame it won't be a theme for lovesickness in the national competition. Anyway, I'll submit this poem on behalf of this brat.
I haven’t asked what the name of this poem is yet, I have to ask.
"What's the name of your poem? I'll help you submit it."
"This poem is called Lovesickness, Uncle Wang. Do you think it's okay?"
When Wang Weimin saw the words "It's okay", his mustache twitched. "It's okay?"
If your poem is not good enough, then no one else can. But you can't praise it so harshly. You have to be more tactful, so as not to make this guy proud and complacent.
Wang Weimin suddenly found Li Changle more pleasing to his eyes. He was a man of letters and always liked talented people.
After meeting him in Guangzhou, he felt that Li Changle was a good person, and now he discovered that he was talented. He was so happy that he decided to choose him as his future son-in-law!
He happily submitted Li Changle's manuscript to the Cantonese Poetry Association for review; the process still had to be followed.
Although he was invited to be a judge this time, he cannot have the final say.
Besides, with the quality of this poem, there is no way it won't make a name for itself. At the very least, it must shock those old guys.
I was secretly proud of myself, this is my future son-in-law, it's amazing.
Next time I see my daughter, I must make her hold this kid tightly in her hand and not let him run away.
In a high-end recording studio in Shanghai.
Chen Baozhu and Wang Siyi saw Yang Caiqian who was late and hurried to greet him.
"Oh, Teacher Yang is here. Thank you for being the producer of our Wanjun album. Thank you. This is Wanjun. You should be familiar with her..."
When Chen Baozhu saw Yang Caiqian come in, she quickly stood up with Wang Siyi to greet him.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting. There was a traffic jam on the road, so I'm a little late..."
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