C16 Su Chen's Homesickness
Yang Yanhong looked at Su Chen with shining eyes, as if hoping that Su Chen would perform another miracle.
After all, Su Chen's previous《 Facing the Sea, Warming Spring and Blooming Flower》 was really too stunning. In her opinion, for someone to be able to compose such a high level poem, Su Chen's literary skills would naturally be extremely high.
Even the silent Zhao Bin looked at Su Chen with a trace of expectation.
Lee Qing, on the other hand, had an ugly expression on his face. Yang Yanhong was simply opening the back door for Su Chen!
Under the gazes of the three people, Su Chen took a deep breath and began to carefully read the《 The Sorrow of the Village》 written by the Semilunar Magazine editor.
"When we were kids, we were kids,
I bumped into him on the boat.
When we run out of resources to talk and laugh about,
Slightly seated,
"Wordless nostalgia for everyone …"
The more he saw, the deeper Su Chen's frown deepened.
Although he didn't have a deep understanding of modern poetry, he still understood that the level and artistic conception of this poem wasn't low. At the very least, it wasn't worse than the works of those so-called master teachers.
But the more it was like that, the more painful it was for Su Chen, because even with his literary level, he was unable to make up for this kind of poem.
What the f * ck should he do?
Su Chen's forehead was covered with a layer of sweat.
Wait!
"Homesickness" - Baoshan?
Why should he continue writing this poem?
He had a masterpiece from Earth in his stomach!
Yang Yanhong had always been paying attention to Su Chen's changes. Seeing Su Chen's tightly knitted brows that were covered densely in sweat, she thought that it was difficult for Su Chen, and she wondered if the question she had given him was too difficult.
That's right, not everyone could continue with the poems compiled by Semilunar Magazine!
It was all because of the breathtaking "Facing the Sea, Warm Spring Flower" from before. To think that he would allow a twenty year old young man to continue writing poems of such depth; he had truly failed in his strategy.
Yang Yanhong secretly shook his head and considered whether he should give Su Chen a hint or find an excuse to change the question.
When Lee Qing saw Su Chen's appearance, he was immediately overjoyed. In his opinion, Su Chen was completely out of skills!
This time, Yang Yanhong was the one who lifted a rock and smashed it against his own foot. A brat who came out of nowhere, was she really treating him as a treasure? Let's see how you will play now!
At this moment, he was already considering how to report this to the chief editor.
"How is it, is it difficult?" Yang Yanhong could not help but ask.
Su Chen laughed bitterly and nodded: "The poem that the chief editor of your magazine wrote is everyone's work. It looks ordinary at first glance, but when you read it carefully, you would be able to understand the passage of time and experience it.
Hearing that, Yang Yanhong nodded his head with a smile, even Zhao Bin could not help but praise him.
"Then you can't connect it?" Lee Qing asked with a fake smile.
Su Chen nodded, and said: "Poetry has a myriad styles, with some being tactful, others being unrestrained and unrestrained. The style of this poem by the editor is completely different. Indeed, I am unable to continue writing it, and even if I were to barely finish it in the end, I would only end up with a dog-tailed marten. "
"After saying all these, isn't it just to give myself a way out?" Lee Qing scoffed, and said: "According to Director Yang's rule, since Mr. Su is not able to receive it, then please leave, our real interviewees are still waiting!"
Seeing that Lee Qing had suddenly appeared again, Yang Yanhong was even more furious in his heart. However, he did not show it on his face, and instead smiled at Lee Qing: "Xiao Li, you seem to have some enmity towards Su?"
Lee Qing was shocked, her face revealed a trace of a smile, and said: "Boss Yang, where do you say those words? How can I be hostile to him? It's him taking up the quota and breaking the company's rules. I'm just thinking for the sake of the magazine. "
Yang Yanhong gave Lee Qing a deep look, but didn't say anything. He turned around and looked at Su Chen, and said: "Su, if you really can't accept it, then I have no choice either. There are rules and regulations in the magazine. Although I am the deputy chief editor, I have already made an exception and given you the opportunity, so there is nothing I can do about it now. "
Hearing that, Su Chen laughed, and bowed to Yang Yanhong, and said: "Thank you for giving me this chance, Director Yang. Although I am unable to continue writing the edited poem 'Homesickness', but I can create a poem that is on the same level as' Homesickness', or even better! "
With that said, the interview room went silent.
Yang Yanhong raised his eyebrows. Looking at Su Chen's confident face, he could not help but ask: "Are you sure?"
Su Chen nodded.
Upon seeing this, even the calm Zhao Bin couldn't help but frown.
The reason he frowned was not because Su Chen wanted to compose a poem on the spot, but because Su Chen said that he could compose a poem of the same level, or even of an even higher level, as the chief editor's "Homesickness" poem!
One had to know, the chief editor of the Semilunar Magazine was Qiao Lang!
That was a honorary member of China and Poetry Association, and a guest professor in the literature department of Ming Zhu University!
A little kid around the age of twenty shamelessly said that he wanted to create a work that could rival or even surpass him?
Are you sure you're not dreaming?
Seeing that Su Chen was still so confident, Yang Yanhong frowned once again. How could the young people these days not know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is?
Suddenly, Yang Yanhong's mood waned. She was shocked by Su Chen's "Facing the Sea, Spring and Warm Flower" and had the intention to recruit Su Chen. But now that something bad had come out of it, her intention to recruit Su Chen wasn't as strong as before.
Forget it, since he was courting death, then let him be!
Yang Yanhong waved his hand, signalling for Su Chen to start, while Zhao Bin shook his head on the side.
Lee Qing had his arms around his shoulders, looking at Su Chen with a face full of ridicule, as if waiting for him to make a fool of himself — I would like to see how you can create a work that is on par with Chief Qiao's "Homesickness"!
Su Chen did not seem to care about their expressions at all. His brain was frantically searching for the classic that was also included in the language class.
"Homesickness" in the afterglow!
After clearing his throat, Su Chen's expression suddenly turned gloomy, and his eyes filled with an vicissitudes of life. He walked to the side of the small window in his room, and looked out the window at the boundless blue sky and white clouds.
"When I was young …
The homesickness is a small stamp,
I'm on this side,
Mother's over there. "
His voice was ancient and distant, as if he could draw out a faint picture scroll. On the picture scroll, there was a faint ink-like vicissitudes of life, causing one's heart to resonate with him.
It was his hometown and family love.
"When I grow up,
The homesickness is a narrow boat ticket,
I'm on this side,
The bride was there.
Afterwards …
The homesickness is a low grave,
I was out there,
Mother is inside.
And now …
The homesickness is a shallow channel,
I'm on this side,
The continent is over there. "
With this poem, heaven and earth were at peace.
