Lisko's American life

As soon as Lisko walked in, he was pulled over by his brother Genil.

"Go, Lee, my inspiration is exhausted, come and help me up."

I was drawn 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 the tutor were also here, as well as the poets of the United States who were good at love, life, and nature poetry.

"Li, your previous poems were great, are there any new works this time?"

The poet Shamar looked at Lisko’s approach with joy. He had heard Lisko’s several poems before, and they were of a very high level. Unfortunately, Lisko had only made a few poems and there was nothing good.

Li Sike looked at the ardent eyes of the people around him, but also a little helpless.

Poetry is now very weak in the United States, and this year there are fewer and fewer new poets. These people often worry that American poets are about to break.

Because the income of poetry is limited, they can be said to be the lowest-paid literati, and even Hollywood screenwriters are not as good as Hollywood screenwriters. Except for a few well-known poems that can publish collections, most other people can only publish some works from time to time in the corner of the newspaper. And they can't sell copyrights, and the biggest source of income for writers is gone.

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

"I have been preparing a new book recently, and there are no poems." Liske answered truthfully.

Seeing all the disappointed and frustrated faces of everyone, Li Sike was still a little softhearted. 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 have not been published before, do you want to listen?"

Shamar looked over in surprise and passed the whiskey in his hand.

"of course."

Shamar has a hobby. He likes to drink when he appreciates or composes poems. In his words, poetry is the most beautiful in this kind of obscurity.

Lisko took the whiskey and tasted it. Shamar has always been drinking high-concentration whiskey. The strong taste suddenly relaxes Lisko.

After groaning, he began to speak.

"I hear the echo, from the valley and the heart

Reap the empty soul with a lonely sickle

Constantly repeating determination, and repeating happiness

There will eventually be an oasis swaying in the desert

I believe in myself

Born like a bright summer flower

Undefeated, coquettish like fire

Bear the burden of heartbeat and breathing

Have fun."

As soon as this opening came out, everyone stroked their palms and applauded. The neat genre expresses the meaning of the whole poem at once. From this opening alone, we can already see this masterpiece.

Speaking of poetry, Li Sike doesn't know much, but he still knows the existence of "Indian Li Bai" nicknamed by netizens, and he has also read "Asuka", so this time is the most suitable one.

In his previous life, he knew about this article and still relied on Piao Shu's songs of the same name. Later, he searched for the translation on the Internet. The beautiful verses of the Republic of China translator writer Zheng Zhenduo suddenly attracted him.

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

"I hear music from moonlight and carcass

Assist the extreme bait to capture the ethereal beauty

My life is full of fierceness, and full of pureness

There are always memories running through the world

I believe in myself

When you die, it's like a quiet autumn sunset

Not prosperous, not chaotic, posture like smoke

Even withered, the pride of keeping the muscles and bones clear

Mysterious and mysterious"

As soon as the second paragraph came out, there were more people applauding. The poets who were in front of him looked at Li Sike like a pilgrimage. Today is the most brilliant moment of poetry in the whole year.

Of course, the actions here can't help Berman, who is playing chess with his old friend. Berman listened to the poems and closed his eyes to enjoy.

"Your little disciple's literary talent is truly extraordinary. I think that among the young writers in the whole world, there is nothing like him."

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

Berman opened one eye and glanced at him. For his disciple, he couldn't praise him too much. At his age, there is nothing to pursue. With friends, the most talked about is who's descendants. Lisko has always made him a lot of limelight in this regard.

"Ha, you can really do it." Pages did not give a reply, revealing his vote, but he was not allowed by the organizing committee. As a member of the literary prize jury, he would not take the lead in breaking the rules. Of course, he voted. The direction of his own mind.

While 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 algae

Like a bleak wind

Through my bleeding vein

The faith that stayed there for years.

I believe everything can be heard

Even foreseeing separation and meeting another self

And some moments cannot be grasped

No matter how you go, what's gone will never return

Please see my hairpin flowers blooming all the way

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

Haas has been fascinated by it. Almost every literati can write poetry. This is a way for them to express their feelings. Pursuing a poetic life is an ideal of mankind.

So in private, Haas would secretly write poems by himself, of course he was embarrassed to show it to others, it was just his graffiti.

He has always known that his junior brother’s literary talent is superior to him, although he has always thought so, but he is still a little unconvinced, otherwise he would not have seen the younger junior brother have so much honor and began to transform.

Since ancient times, literati have been relatively indifferent. This is a career that is difficult to define who is better than whom. Not to mention publishing writers, the Internet writers Lisko saw in his previous life, and writing a web article, no one would accept anyone.

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

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

"Prajna Paramita, once again

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

I still care about what I 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.