Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 911 Di Laoer who doubts life

The hall was buzzing with people and filled with a strong literary and artistic atmosphere.

Even though he specially put a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, Li Jiankun, who is tall and has bronze skin, still looks out of place among the crowd.

"Hello, this is Mister Lee, a poetry lover from overseas..."

Next to her, Sakurai Kawauna, a temporary female secretary who was carefully selected by the bank's old man, introduced her to people hard, but she only received some polite greetings, and no one had the idea of ​​​​in-depth communication.

how to say.

This stupid big guy doesn't look like a cultured person at first glance.

Li Jiankun touched the tip of his nose from time to time, which was quite embarrassing.

According to his own wishes, he would never pretend to be a gentleman and come to such an event to hang out.

It's true, no way...

This is Tokyo R&F Culture Plaza. On the second floor of Building B of the square, a poetry culture salon is being held.

He came here for only one purpose: to meet someone.

No need to mention who it is.

Seiji Tsutsumi is a famous figure in the Japanese and Japanese literary circles. He writes his own literature and also loves literature. He often attends poetry seminars like today to meet like-minded people, share his own poetry, and appreciate other people's poetry, from which he can draw nourishment and spiritual strength. of satisfaction.

On the list for this event, the name Tsujii Joe was present as a special guest.

Yes, Li Jiankun changed his mind about rushing to the door with Tsuruta Nakamura to find Seiji Tsutsumi.

The reason is that he can't think of any chips he can use to impress Tsutsumi Seiji.

He has a happy family, a solid career, and a pretty high level of thought... For such a person, it is almost impossible to tell from the surface that he has any needs or regrets like his brother Diqing.

Of course, this may be because Li Jiankun's understanding of Tei Seiji is still very superficial.

He doesn't like to fight uncertain battles.

I don’t even want to come to the door rashly and make things more difficult after the negotiation breaks down.

So, he changed his strategy:

I plan to make friends with Tsutsumi Seiji first.

Theoretically speaking, this should get twice the result with half the effort when we talk about business later.

As for how to achieve this, there is no other way: just do what you like.

There was agitation from one side of the venue, and the guests entered the venue. Li Jiankun, like everyone else, cast his gaze in that direction. At a glance, he noticed a short old man with sparse eyebrows, small eyes, and a brown shirt in the crowd. He was nearly six years old. ten days.

Tsui Seiji.

The crowd began to flow in that direction.

Everyone came up one after another, showing their craftsmanship and saluting the guests warmly.

Li Jiankun didn't join in the fun.

Running up to him and saluting him would definitely not make Tsutsumi Seiji look at him or even leave an impression.

The activity officially begins.

The process was loose and there was no strict arrangement. On the stage, several guests sat around a set of beige sofas. There was a podium not far away.

Whoever has a good poem can go on stage and recite it for everyone to appreciate.

The guests will give comments and guidance, and may also extend some topics to academic aspects, experience in poetry creation, and skills.

"Ah - the past..."

The first brave man takes the stage.

I listened to Sakurai Kawana's translation - it is worth mentioning that this girl has perfect English, otherwise Lao Sun would not be able to translate it, so even poetry can be translated in a decent way.

Li Jiankun noticed that Seiji Tsutsumi shook his head openly at the guest table.

Obviously, he was disappointed with the poems of this confident brave man.

Several other guests were more reserved, and most of them just had helpless yet polite smiles on their lips.

But he has become accustomed to it.

Poetry can be said to be one of the top expressions of literature and thought.

It is not easy to write good poetry.

Looking at Japan as a whole, there are usually no more than one relatively good new poet who emerges every year.

Clap clap clap!

When the poem ended, everyone applauded.

remarkably brave.

What comes next is the main event. In fact, more people are present because of this.

Guest comments section.

In the process of commenting, the guests elaborated on their understanding of poetry from the essence and specificity to this poem, and then from multiple dimensions such as experience, skills, and connotation, in the form of chat.

When talking about rising, there may be guests who will sing a new song of their own.

For those poetry-loving people present, it was a feast.

Li Jiankun admires these people's talk.

Really good at breaking things apart.

According to this schedule, there won’t be many opportunities to go on stage in the afternoon.

He had to take out a small notebook from his trouser pocket and review it to prepare himself...otherwise, he would hesitate in reciting it after he came on stage, and even a fool would be able to tell that there was something fishy.

Oh, how can he write poetry?

Li Guifei and his mother did not give him the cells.

However, anyone who has come from this era and has received several years of higher education - in the Mainland in the 1980s, high school students were already fully qualified senior intellectuals - all have complex and difficult emotions towards poetry. .

For example, in his previous life, after he turned fifty, on a red-clouded dusk or a cold and lonely night, Li Jiankun would occasionally pull out a few yellowed poetry collections and review those seemingly spiritual words, while his mind Here I recall the green years of the past.

From the bottom of his heart, he still loves poetry.

It just doesn’t look like someone who loves poetry…

So when I mature, I usually don’t join this circle, so as not to offend others...

But he has actually read a lot of poetry, covering both ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad.

Also because of business, if there is someone in his group who is not only good at business but also writes good poetry... he has to judge the quality, right?

Next to him, Sakurai Kawana was doing the same action as him, but she didn't dare to hold back her boss's boss's boss...

It’s just that the poems in the notebook are translated into Japanese.

Li Jiankun's notebook is translated into English.

Both of them did their homework and hired several foreign players.

Time passed quickly, and Li Jiankun was gearing up.

On the stage, Seiji Tsutsumi had a black line on his head, and his expression seemed to say: What a waste of my time!

There is no one who can fight.

Even the poems presented by the two guests who were also guests, he felt were lackluster.

However, he still sat patiently and waited for the event to end. He also knew in his heart that good poetry was too rare, and his own recent creation was not particularly smooth. Several poetry manuscripts were crumpled into balls and thrown into the trash can. Pick it up in the bucket, then ball it up and throw it into the trash can...

The creative process is definitely painful.

Joy only comes after success.

He hadn't experienced this kind of happiness for a while.