Little Farmer Big Star

After a long time in a daze, the thin and tall man returned to the bed, lay down, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and continued to think.

For a wandering man, on such a night, such a poem has aroused a strong resonance in his heart.

He doesn't know who wrote that poem there? He is also not sure when the poem is from? He just knew that it was the first time he saw the poem.

But he didn't have much research on poems, and he usually came into contact with it. Maybe that poem existed very early, but it was the first time he saw it now.

However, the person who wrote the poem on the wall obviously has extremely high calligraphy skills, who would it be? When was it written there?

Could it be that the boss deliberately asked someone to write it there? It can be regarded as adding some artistic flavor to this simple guest room.

However, if the boss can really invite someone with such a deep knowledge of calligraphy to write poems for him, why doesn't he write directly outside the hotel for publicity, but write it in a room, such an inconspicuous wall?

If you write this poem outside, just by relying on this poem, I am afraid it will attract many guests.

The tall thin man didn't understand this question, so he decided to ask his boss tomorrow morning.

As for the poem itself, this is obviously a very simple poem without any rhetorical rhetoric or even a seemingly ordinary poem, but it can arouse strong resonance in people's hearts.

Some people who are slightly sentimental even moisten their eye sockets and shed tears.

So, this should be considered a good poem, right?

The thin and tall man is not sure about this. He has not studied much about poetry. In his subconscious mind, he always thinks that only the kind of poem that is slightly more complicated and the rhetoric can be considered good.

But if the lanky man said it himself, he was quite sure that this must be a good poem.

What kind of poem is a good poem? Poems that touch people's hearts are good poems.

This was defined by the thin and tall man himself, and he did not understand whether such a definition was correct.

But it didn't matter. He didn't need to fight with anyone, as long as he thought it was good poetry. As for whether others approve or not, it doesn't matter.

He only read the poem just once, and he has completely memorized it.

Reading the poem silently in his heart, the thin and tall man had a wave of thoughts. He had never had such a strong thought.

Every day before, he was rushing and busy, and occasionally a kind of yearning would arise in his heart, thinking about his hometown, his relatives, and the past, but the miss would soon dissipate.

It has never been like this before, the thick longing lingering no matter how, all this is because of the little poem on the wall.

I don't know how long it took before the thin and tall man finally fell asleep again.

I don't know how long it took, and the sky gradually brightened.

The thin and tall man opened his eyes again, and the hazy and soft moonlight had long since disappeared, and some were just the morning light.

And, that finally dissipated a lot, but it seems that the thoughts are still vivid in the purpose.

The little poem I saw in the moonlight last night, and the strong thoughts that arose from that little poem, were like dreams, real and illusory.

The thin and tall man suddenly felt horrified, and hurriedly turned his head to look on a wall. In his unclear memory, the little poem that he saw in the moonlight last night was in that position.

When he turned his head, there really was a poem there, a word that was beating like life.

"That's not a dream, but real." The thin and tall man finally confirmed this. He stared at the poems on the wall. Now the light is much better than it was late. The man can see without getting close. Very clear.

He found that the vigorous and ethereal text was more intoxicating than the one he saw last night.

He was already very familiar with that poem.

After staying for a while, the man got up and began to wash.

After washing up, he began to pack things again, ready to check out and leave. He will continue to run around today, and he can only keep his thoughts in his heart.

Downstairs, after the tall, thin man settled the bill, he asked the boss: "Boss, there is a poem written on the wall at the end of the bed in the room where I slept. Was that poem written by the boss specially for someone to write on it? "

The boss shook his head and said with a smile: "No, it was written by a guest last night."

"It was only written last night?" The thin tall man was taken aback and asked subconsciously.

The boss nodded and said, "It was indeed written last night. I didn't know before that the young man's calligraphy skills were so profound."

"Young man?" The tall and thin man was taken aback again. Would a person with such a deep calligraphy be a young man?

The boss said with certainty: "Yes, he is very young, he looks only in his twenties."

The tall and thin man wondered: "How can a young man in his twenties have such a high level of calligraphy? Although I don't understand calligraphy, I also know that calligraphy is a matter of constant practice. It has not been for decades. It’s hard to achieve anything through hard work. Let alone reach such a level. Boss, you can't make a mistake, right?"

The boss smiled bitterly: "Of course I can't make a mistake. My husband should have already noticed that my business here is not good. Therefore, I can be sure that the poem was written by the young man last night. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it. ."

The thin and tall man had to nod his head. He did see that the business here was indeed not good. If he hadn't been too tired last night, he wouldn't have lived here either.

Since there are so few guests staying, the boss should not be mistaken.

The thin and tall man said with emotion: "Unexpectedly, someone in this world can achieve such a profound level of calligraphy at such a young age. This should be the legendary genius who is born out of the world."

The boss nodded in agreement, and said: "It is indeed a genius born out of the world. It's a pity that his level of poetry does not seem to be very high."

"Oh?" The thin tall man wondered: "Why does the boss say that?"

The boss said: "That poem on the wall is the one you saw,'Moonlight in front of the bed'. Isn't this poem too clever?"

The lanky man said again: "What the boss means is that the poem was original by that young man?"

"This..." The boss was taken aback and asked, "Isn't it?"

The tall thin man said: "I don't know. I don't have any research on poems. I don't know if that poem already existed. The young man just copied it, or was the poem original by the young man?"

The boss stunned again, and said: "Listening to you, it seems that it is really the case."

Before, after the boss determined that the poem on the wall was written by Li Fan, he subconsciously thought that the poem must also be an original poem.

Now that the thin and tall man said this, the boss was surprised. Yes, writing poems on the wall does not necessarily have to be original poems. It is possible to write a poem by others.

So, does that poem exist a long time ago, or is it an original poem?

The tall thin man is not sure, and now the boss is not sure too. They are not poetry lovers, not sure if this poem already exists?

They can only be sure that it is the first time they have seen this poem.

But there are too many poems they haven't read. Many poems are taken out, and they are all seeing them for the first time.

Even if they look it up through a web search engine, they are still not sure.

After all, not every poem can be searched through the Internet.

And is that poem an original poem? It's very important.

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