Lisko’s American Life

As soon as Li Ke walked in, he was pulled over by his senior brother Henir.

"Come on, Lee, I'm running out of inspiration, help me get on it."

He was pulled to the corner of poetry, and there were a lot of people gathered here. Lisko saw that the brothers who were best at poetry under his mentor were also here, as well as poets in the United States who were good at love, life, and nature poetry.

"Li, your previous poems were great. Do you have any new works this time?"

The poet Shamar looked at Lisko coming over with a look of joy. He had heard a few of Lisko's poems before, and his level was very high, but it is a pity that Lisko did not have any good works after only a few of them.

Li Ke looked at the eager eyes of the people around him, and was a little helpless.

Poetry is very weak in the United States now, and fewer and fewer new poets have joined this year. These people are often worried that American poets will be disconnected.

Because the income from poetry is limited, they can be said to be the literati with the lowest income, and they are not even as good as Hollywood screenwriters. Except for a few famous ones who can publish poetry collections, most of them can only publish some works from time to time in the corner of the newspaper. And they can't sell the copyright, and the writer's biggest source of income is gone.

Because there is no future, fewer and fewer people have joined this literary category in recent years. Young people are doing bestsellers and fantasy books. Those who can still write poetry are those who are really good at it.

"I've been preparing a new book recently, and I don't have any poetry." Lisko answered truthfully.

Seeing everyone's disappointment and frustration, Lisko was still a little soft-hearted. Poetry is the romance of literati and the sustenance of all literati. He may not be able to support Noda's group, but it is still possible to give poetry some strength.

"However, I have works that I haven't published before, do you want to hear them?"

Shamar looked over in surprise and handed over the whisky in his hand.

"certainly."

Chamar has a hobby. He likes to drink when he is appreciating or writing poetry. In his words, poetry is the most beautiful in this slightly drunken haze.

Lisko took the whiskey and took a sip. Shamar has always been drinking high-concentration whisky, and the strong taste suddenly made Lisko relax.

After pondering for a while, he began to speak.

"I hear echoes from the valley and from the heart

Harvest the empty soul with a lonely sickle

Constantly repeating the decision, and repeating the happiness

There is always an oasis swaying in the desert

I believe in myself

Born like a bright summer flower

Invincible and invincible, coquettish like fire

Bear the burden of the heartbeat and the burden of breathing

Have fun. "

As soon as this opening came out, everyone applauded and applauded. The neat style expresses the meaning of the whole poem at once. Just this opening, you can already see this masterpiece.

Speaking of poetry, Lisko doesn't know much, but he still knows about the existence of "Li Bai in India" jokingly called by netizens, and he has also read "Flying Birds", so this is the most suitable one at this time.

In his previous life, he knew about this article, but he still had to rely on Pu Shu's song of the same name. Later, he searched for the translation on the Internet. The translation by Mr. Zheng Zhenduo, a translator and writer of the Republic of China, attracted him all of a sudden.

At this time, the people who were attracted by the applause of the poetry corner began to crowd around. Lisko looked at it and found a higher place to stand up to ensure that everyone could hear it.

"I hear music, from the moonlight and the carcass

Auxiliary extreme bait captures ethereal beauty

Life is full of intensity and pure

There are always memories running through the world

I believe in myself

Dead like beautiful autumn leaves

No mess, no fuss

Even withering, it retains the arrogance of abundant muscles and clear bones

Mysterious and Mysterious"

As soon as the second paragraph came out, there were more people applauding. The first poets who gathered in front looked at Lisko like a pilgrimage. Today is the most glorious moment of poetry in this whole year.

Of course, the actions here could not be hidden from Bermaner, who was playing chess with his old friend. Bermaner listened to the poem and closed his eyes to enjoy it.

"You little disciple's literary talent is truly unparalleled. I don't think any young writers in the world can compare to him."

Pages is the dean of literature at Duke University in the United Kingdom. He and Berman are also friends. Every year, the club invites some non-club people with high literary status to participate to show the progress and prosperity of their country's literature. This year, he was invited. .

"Of course, Li's talent and strength have always been so good, so you can't run away from this year's Nobel vote."

Bermaner opened one eye and glanced at it. He couldn't exaggerate how much he praised his disciple. At his age, he had nothing to pursue. When he was with his friends, the one who talked the most was the future of his younger generation. , Lisko has always made him a lot of limelight in this regard.

"Ha, you can do it." Paiges didn't reply either, revealing his vote, but he was not allowed by the organizing committee. As a member of the literary award jury, he would not take the lead in breaking the rules. Of course, voting The direction he had in mind.

While we were chatting, another paragraph came out, this time two paragraphs came out together.

"I hear love, I believe in love

Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae

like a gust of wind

through my bleeding veins

Belief in the years.

I believe everything can be heard

Even foresee the separation ~www.readwn.com~ to meet another self

And some moments can't be grasped

Let go of the east and west, what has passed will never return

Please look at my hairpin flowers, blooming all the way along the way

I frequently miss some, and I am deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow. "

Haas has been fascinated by it. Almost every literati can write poetry, which is a way of expressing their feelings. Pursuing a poetic life is an ideal of human beings.

So in private, Haas would also secretly write poems by himself. Of course, he was embarrassed to show it to others, but it was just his doodles.

He has always known that Junior Junior Brother's literary talent is superior to him. Although he has always thought so, he is still a little unconvinced. Otherwise, he would not have seen Junior Junior Brother have so many honors and began to transform.

Since ancient times, literati have always looked down on each other. This is a profession where it is difficult to define who is better than who. Not to mention publishing writers, the online writers Lisko saw in his previous life, didn’t everyone agree with each other when they wrote an online article.

Among all the writers present, there are a lot of people who are not convinced about Lisko, but Lisko's position is stable now, and the background is very hard, so everyone will not touch these, they are just slandering in their hearts.

As soon as this poem came out, everyone was more or less convinced of Lisko. You may be jealous when a person is one step ahead, but when a person has surpassed you by a marathon distance, all you have left is worship .

"Prajna Parami, one by one

Life is as splendid as summer flowers, death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves

don't care what you have. "

As soon as the last sentence came out, the whole poem was over, but everyone was still immersed in the beautiful sentences, and the whole floor was quiet for a while.

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