"Your song just now gave me a lot of inspiration."
"This is my new poetry collection, 'Spring Blossoms,' could you please write a preface for it?"
At that moment, an urgent voice beside him caught Wang Yueheng's attention.
He instinctively turned his head to look.
I saw a man wearing black-rimmed glasses and sporting a thick beard squeezed into the middle of the crowd.
The other person vigorously waved a book of poems as they spoke.
"sure!"
"It's rare to encounter a poet as a fan," Wang Yueheng stopped and smiled.
He then took the poetry collection that Zhang Hai handed him.
After a quick glance.
After a moment's thought.
Write a line on the title page:
"I long to buy osmanthus blossoms and share wine, but it will never be like the carefree days of my youth."
This was also his deepest feeling after singing "Those Flowers".
The sentence I most want to say.
There were a few fans nearby.
I couldn't help but read aloud the poem that Wang Yueheng had just written.
"Professor Yue Heng, could you explain what this sentence means?"
"Right? Is there some kind of meaning behind it?"
"What does this have to do with the song you just sang?"...
Immediately, someone asked a question in confusion.
Poet Zhang Hai and others looked nervously at Wang Yueheng, waiting for his explanation.
"The meaning of this sentence is very simple."
"One cannot simultaneously possess youth and the feeling of youth."
"We can reminisce about the good times of the past, but we can't always dwell on those memories."
"In the end, we must look forward to life."
Wang Yueheng stood still and explained to everyone.
"What a profound philosophy..."
Upon hearing this, the fans who had gathered around suddenly realized what was happening.
It's another combination of a song and a classic poem.
The influence of "Just Once" on the field today has not yet dissipated.
I never expected Wang Yueheng to produce such a classic quote so quickly, a quote that is comparable to a famous saying.
I'm afraid they'll have to put that line of poetry back in the next textbook revision.
Zhang Hai is a poet.
After learning the poem's deeper meaning, he was stunned and stood there speechless.
The artistic value of his entire poetry collection seemed to be instantly elevated by Wang Yueheng's single sentence.
In fact
What my friends and family didn't know was...
Zhang Hai, who always appears cheerful in front of outsiders, has long suffered from severe depression.
Zhang Hai himself couldn't say when he developed this mental illness.
Perhaps it's because of the shadow of childhood arguments and conflicts between parents?
Or perhaps it was the blow of his girlfriend breaking up with him after he had written her tens of thousands of words of love letters?
In short, after fulfilling my long-cherished wish of publishing my personal poetry collection.
Zhang Hai decided to leave this world quietly.
In a medicine bottle next to his coffee cup.
More than twenty sleeping pills have already been placed there.
And a suicide note that had been written long ago.
Wait until you finish the last cup of coffee.
He decided to find a secluded place to leave quietly.
However, after seeing the poem that Wang Yueheng wrote specifically for him...
Zhang Hai suddenly felt as if he had found a kindred spirit.
In this world.
It turns out there's something still worth cherishing!
They watched Wang Yueheng leave.
Poet Zhang Hai made up his mind to continue using his pen and his works.
Like Wang Yueheng, we should encourage more people to find their own spiritual support!
...
"That poet just now, if I'm not mistaken, seems to suffer from a rather serious mental illness."
"But his poetry is truly excellent; hopefully, he can find redemption..."
Even after getting into the van, Wang Yueheng still remembered the poet's expression and demeanor.
It was filled with depression, repression, and even suicidal thoughts.
That's why he would write poems specifically for the other person, hoping to give them spiritual encouragement.
"I don't think you have any other plans for tonight, right?"
After a busy day, Wang Yueheng leaned back in his chair and turned to ask Mo Zixue.
He decided to go back and further refine the script for "Goodbye Mr. Loser" before handing it over to the Happy Twist team for pre-production.
"No more tonight."
"But Wang Jun, the CEO of a well-known technology company in Kyoto, wants to meet with you to have a chat."
Seeing Wang Yueheng's somewhat tired appearance, Mo Zixue sighed softly and said.
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