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They were originally interviewing for the Literature Award, but they had unexpected gains.

Gu Yaya nodded politely: "Writer Lu, Writer Gao, can you give us a detailed introduction of the two of you publishing books abroad?"

Writer Lu looked at the poet, Senior Brother Hai also heheed twice: "I want to hear it too."

Whether you are a writer or a poet, you certainly hope that your works will be known and accepted by more people.

Liu Qingshan also smiled and said: "It's okay, it's good to chat, maybe Brother Hai will go abroad in the future, let's learn from experience first."

Everyone couldn't help smiling, and then Writer Lu said: "Only when I went out did I realize that there are still great differences between Chinese and Western cultures, just like our "Water Margin". When Pearl S. Buck translated it, it was translated into All Men Are Brothers, all are brothers."

"If the original meaning of Water Margin is translated into Waterside, it will be confusing, but I think it is more suitable to translate it into Heroes on Waterside."

Liu Qingshan still knew Pearl Buck, a female American writer. She came to China with her missionary father in 40. She was only a few months old and lived in China for [-] years.

The novel "The Good Earth", which she created with Chinese peasants as the main characters, was named "Da Di" in Chinese, and won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Be careful not to confuse Pearl Buck with Sai Jinhua, another woman of the time.

Several people present thought silently in their hearts: Everyone is brothers, so it is a bit too literal, and the hero by the water is indeed more appropriate.

Of course, if you want to translate it as a bandit by the water, it may be more in line with the aesthetics of foreigners.

Writer Lu went on to say: "At the beginning, there were many differences, and the translation team also had discussions and disputes, but in the end they all sought common ground while reserving differences, and it went smoothly. If there is a next time, it should go smoothly."

"There must be." Liu Qingshan said with a smile.

He knew that modern Chinese writers also translated some works abroad, such as "Fortress Besieged", and Balao's "Home", "Spring", "Autumn" and so on.

Among them, the most numerous are the martial arts works of Jin Daxia, almost every one of which has been translated.

"Writer Gao, talk about it too." Gu Yaya turned to Gao Wenxue again.

Gao Wenxue pushed the big glasses with his hand. His glasses are similar to those of Brother Hai, and they are very big:

"Actually, this attempt will also be of some help to future creations. In terms of plot setting, language and wording, etc., it can be better... how should I put it, it is probably..."

Liu Qingshan quickly took over the conversation: "In line with international standards."

Gao Wenxue nodded again and again: "Yes, it is to be in line with international standards while retaining our traditional literary characteristics."

After the two writers chatted for a while, Lu Xiaofeng said with a smile: "Actually speaking, Qingshan is one step ahead of the two great writers. They have several works now, and they are very popular in Europe and America."

Why is this even involving me.

Liu Qingshan waved his hands again and again: "Mine is not worth mentioning, it's just for entertainment."

"There is no distinction between high and low, as long as it can be loved by readers, it is a good work." Of course, Writer Lu must help Liu Qingshan speak.

Zheng Xiaoxiao, who was on the side, also interjected with a smile: "If it's just about earning manuscript fees, I'm quite convinced by Sanfeng."

Several insiders all showed smiles, only Senior Brother Hai didn't know, so he asked, "Qingshan, are you also a writer?"

"I just wrote a few popular novels. I didn't write them, so I put forward an outline. They were written by two foreigners, Victor and Xiao Li." Liu Qingshan never thought of himself as a writer, at most he was a writer. porter.

Senior Brother Hai is indeed relatively simple: "Then how much manuscript fees have you earned in total?"

If it were someone else, they would definitely not ask so directly.

Liu Qingshan didn't care too much: "A few books added together, it looks like 500 million US dollars."

what?

Senior Brother Hai's hands trembled, and the tea was spilled on the table, he was a little puzzled: they were all fiddling with words, the gap is really huge!

Liu Qingshan saw that Senior Brother Hai's eyes were going to straighten again, and said quickly:

"This is different. Your works can be handed down to the world. Don't talk about me. You should interview Senior Brother Hai first."

So it was time to get down to business, the two reporters chatted with Senior Brother Hai.

With Liu Qingshan in control, Brother Hai was not too nervous, he talked about his understanding of poetry, his life, and even death.

He also bluntly stated that before coming to Jiapigou, his inner darkness dominated, and he even had the idea of ​​suicide.

The topic was a bit heavy, and the room fell silent for a while.

The two reporters also felt that whether it is a group of writers or poets, it is actually far more difficult than they imagined.

Writer Lu looked at Liu Qingshan meaningfully, and he understood why the second Jiapigou Literary Award was awarded to this talented young poet in front of him.

He has personal experience. Last year, his body and spirit almost collapsed, and he was completely supported by his own beliefs.

As for the young poet in front of him, how similar his experience was.

At this moment, Writer Lu felt extremely warm in his heart.

This Jiapigou Literary Award seems sloppy, without even an award committee, but in fact, it is full of humanistic care.

For their group of creators, it can bring great help.

After Senior Brother Hai finished telling his story, he took off his big glasses, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then smiled shyly.

His smile is not charming at all, but it has the innocence of a child:

"Don't worry, after these few days, I am much better now, and I am full of confidence in life. After all, in this world, there are still people who care about me and readers who like my poems. I am already very satisfied."

Liu Qingshan slapped his hands lightly, he knew that from now on, Senior Brother Hai would definitely be able to start a brand new life.

Those two reporters, including Zheng Xiaoxiao, had red eyes.

Liu Qingshan poured another cup of tea for Senior Brother Hai: "Senior Brother, let's go to Jiapigou, you will treat him as your second hometown from now on."

"I know you are a person who likes to use dreams as horses, but don't worry, we will support you in Jiapigou. Even if you travel around the world, you don't need to use dreams as horses anymore. Let's go by train or plane!"

Smiles appeared on the faces of several people.

After the interview, the two reporters went out with Brother Hai, and they wanted to take some photos together.

Writer Lu and eldest brother-in-law were also tired, and they went back to rest. In the room, only Liu Qingshan and Zheng Xiaoxiao were left.

"Xiao Xiao, you have to work hard, I have graduated now." Liu Qingshan joked with Zheng Xiaoxiao happily.

Zheng Xiaoxiao puffed his cheeks: "I now seriously doubt whether your certificate is forged."

The estrangement that hadn't been seen for half a year disappeared instantly, and the two chatted freely.

Liu Qingshan asked about Zheng Xiaoxiao's life there, it should be better than most of the foreign students, at least he doesn't need to work and study, and can spend more time on his studies.

Although Zheng Hongqi's income is mediocre, Yang Hongying's income is a lot. It is not easy to support an international student.

Besides, Victor was there to take care of him.

If Zheng Xiaoxiao hadn't insisted on transferring back all the foreign exchange that Liu Qingshan had transferred to her, she would have lived more comfortably.

As for academics, Zheng Xiaoxiao has no problem with English, and he also likes to read foreign literature since he was a child, so his grades are also very top-notch.

In this way, Liu Qingshan felt relieved.

Zheng Xiaoxiao also learned about Liu Qingshan's experience in the United States, so Liu Qingshan picked some interesting ones and told her about them.

After talking about their experiences, they were silent for a while, Zheng Xiaoxiao said: "Sanfeng, I also want to try to create. You have more experience in this field, can you tell me about it."

Instead of asking the two masters for advice, she turned to Liu Qingshan for advice, that is, she was preparing to create popular literature.

Liu Qingshan's heart moved immediately: "I really have some suggestions. I wonder if you are interested in western fantasy novels?"

Zheng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but his eyes lit up: "Magician, of course."

After finishing speaking, she winked mischievously at Liu Qingshan: "Abracadabra, Sanfeng, I will turn you into a stubborn donkey."

As she spoke, she couldn't hold herself back and laughed.

"I don't think you are a wizard, but a little witch." Liu Qingshan also shrugged helplessly, "Then I will tell you a story about a wizard's apprentice, Harry Potter..."

After Liu Qingshan finished the first part of "Harry Potter", he realized that there were many more people around him, the fourth, fifth, and sixth children were also sitting on the edge of the kang, listening very carefully.

Seeing that the elder brother had finished speaking, the fourth son raised his little hand, expressing that he had something to say: "Brother, I have a question."

"Student Caifeng, please tell me." Liu Qingshan looked at the little girl cheerfully.

The little old four shook his head, his braids fluttering around:

"It would be even better if a child from our country was included in the story. We also have Ne Zha, Chen Xiang, and Vajra Gourd Baby!"

Chapter 649 May we face the sea, and the spring will bloom!

"Okay!" Liu Qingshan slammed the table.

Sitting on the edge of the kang, with his calves drooping, and swaying back and forth, the fourth brother was startled by the elder brother, and immediately reacted, jumping to the ground:

"Hee hee, brother, little sister, how about adding a little girl called Xiaofeng?"

Liu Qingshan was delighted: "Okay, in terms of styling, she also has braids all over her head."

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Zheng Xiaoxiao couldn't help holding her in his arms, and rubbed the head of Xiao Lao Si vigorously.

Liu Qingshan felt that the proposal of the fourth child was really good. Once Harry Potter was born, it was destined to become popular all over the world.

If the ancient Chinese mythology system can be integrated into it, it will indeed play a very good role in publicity.

You must know that China's mythology system is the most complex and colorful, and there are too many branches that can be extended.

If the output is successful, it will definitely scare the foreigner for a while.

After dinner, they, big and small, gathered together to study, and the general framework was established.

But if he really wanted to write, Zheng Xiaoxiao would have to go back to the school library to check the materials in detail.

There is still a lot of work to be done to create a brand new magic system, it is not as simple as Balabala Little Demon Fairy.

In the evening, Zhang Xiaozhong came to Liu Qingshan's house for a stroll, and saw that Liu Qingshan was busy researching the story, so he didn't have the nerve to disturb him.

Liu Qingshan led Zheng Xiaoxiao and the others to study for another day, and only then did they complete the outline of the story.

And that night, Lin Zizhou, a big reporter from the People's Newspaper they were waiting for, finally came to Jiapigou, which also marked that reporters from all levels of the country, province, and city had arrived, and the Jiapigou Literary Award would be officially awarded tomorrow. .

Hearing that Lin Zizhou was coming, Liu Qingshan immediately greeted him, and of course there was Zheng Xiaoxiao, because reporter Lin Da was her sister-in-law's elder, as well as her elder.

Lin Zizhou has been to Jiapigou many times. This time, in addition to interviewing the Jiapigou Literature Award, there is also a series of reports on the deepening of the great changes in the mountain village.

Because Liu Qingshan told him on the phone that Jiapigou has become a 20 yuan village this year, otherwise, he, the deputy editor, would not have come in person.

Lin Zizhou was very familiar with the villagers in the village, and at the moment he was surrounded by a large group of people, chatting on the road.

"Reporter Lin, go to my house first. The bean buns are being steamed." Zhang Ganzi tugged on Lin Zizhou's arm very familiarly.

Of course, he can't hide his little thoughts from everyone, that's right, who doesn't want to show his face in the newspaper, even if he only has a name, he can hold the newspaper for a few years.

So Da Zhangluo took Lin Zizhou's other arm: "Go to my house first, I know you are coming, I have kept blood sausage for you, big blood sausage stuffed with fat sausage, old fragrance."

After finishing speaking, he still didn't forget to belittle Zhang Ganzi: "Your bean buns are still edible, they smell like pig sweat and mud, and pig hair can be picked out from inside."

Those who came with Lin Zizhou were a little dazed: This fellow is too enthusiastic!

Lin Zizhou was very calm: "Everyone is very nice, I haven't seen you in a year, I really want to eat sticky bean buns and pig-killing vegetables, I will go to Qingshan's house to have a look first, and then go to other houses to interview."

Okay, okay, everyone just let go, surrounded several people, and walked to Liu Qingshan's house together.

Even a big dog by the road wagged its tail at Lin Zizhou. It belonged to Liu Qingshan's family, and Lin Zizhou had fed it big bones.

"Reporter Lin, you are familiar with the place, this time we will follow you to eat and drink spicy food." A middle-aged man next to him joked.

A group of people were talking, when they saw Liu Qingshan coming out to meet them.

When Liu Qingshan came up to him, he was also taken aback for a moment, only to see a few people beside Lin Zizhou.

"Welcome, brother Shu, you are here too, and these distinguished guests, welcome to our Jiapigou."

Liu Qingshan hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands, seeing that Writer Shu was also mixed in with this group of people, he sort of guessed the origin, guessing that these people were all from the cultural circle.

That's not bad, although he didn't intend to make the Jiapigou Literary Award a big deal, but wouldn't it be better if it could be recognized by more people?

While shaking hands, Lin Zizhou and Writer Shu introduced to Liu Qingshan. Sure enough, he was either a member of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles or the Writers Association. This action can be regarded as an official recognition of the Jiapigou Literature Award.

"Qingshan, this is Teacher Zhou from the Writers Association." Lin Zizhou introduced a middle-aged man to Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan shook hands with each other enthusiastically, but in his memory, he didn't seem to have any impression of this teacher Zhou.

Writer Shu added from the side: "Teacher Zhou also came this time on behalf of his father, Mr. Zhou, the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles."

Understood, Liu Qingshan quickly said: "Thank you Mr. Zhou for caring about our little award."

Mr. Zhou is polite, but very polite: "My father is inconvenient, so I can only represent him to congratulate you on the Jiapigou Literature Award."