"That must be a masterpiece of poetry. Seventh brother, please share it with us." Wu Peifang also smiled.
"That poem was written by me to Xiuzhu. Why are you making a fuss about it?" Xiang Nan said speechlessly.
"Oh, you're still shy. If you don't want to say it, I'll ask Sister Xiuzhu to do it." Wang Yufen said with a smile.
"That's right, so what if we listen." Wu Peifang also smiled.
"I'd better go back to the house." Xiang Nan turned around and said.
Seeing this, everyone became more and more curious about the poem.
Wang Yufen immediately called Bai Xiuzhu and asked her to bring the poem over for everyone to see.
Bai Xiuzhu has nothing to do on weekdays, so she comes here every three to five. Now that I was invited, I put down the phone and rushed over in my car.
"Sister Xiuzhu, show us that poem quickly." Everyone said impatiently when they saw her coming. ,
Bai Xiuzhu was also happy to be in the limelight, so she immediately took out the poem.
“I said you are April in the world;
The sound of laughter lights up the surrounding wind;
The lightness dances and changes in the light of spring.
…
You are the flowers blooming on each tree,
It is the swallow whispering between the beams, - you are love and warmth,
It is hope, you are April in the world! "
Jin Runzhi took the poem and recited it emotionally.
Wu Peifang, Jin Minzhi, Mrs. Jin, Jin Meili, etc. all listened attentively, with joyful smiles on their faces. They were all moved by the emotions contained in this poem.
"Is this really Seventh Brother's poem?! It's really well written." Wu Peifang clapped her hands and smiled.
"I told you that Lao Qi is not simple, okay, this poem is really good." Jin Minzhi clapped his hands and smiled.
"Brother Qi is really talented. Sister Xiuzhu, let me discuss with you whether you can lend me this poem to copy." Jin Meili requested.
"That's right, that's right. Although poetry is a minor topic, Yan Xi's ability to write such poems is considered an improvement." Mrs. Jin said after hearing this.
"Yes, Mom, this poem by Lao Qi is really good." Jin Runzhi smiled and said, "Sister Xiuzhu, can you let me make a copy? I will show it to my friends."
Bai Xiuzhu loved to be in the limelight, so naturally she would not refuse, so everyone copied a copy.
…
"The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has been serialized for seven days, and the story is getting better.
Qiu Chuji and the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan fight against Zuixianlou. The story is exciting, suspenseful and fascinating, so it has attracted many readers to read it.
Pan Shouchen was very proud of this. He thought that buying this movie for six yuan per thousand words was indeed a very good deal.
As the popularity increased, Xiang Nan's reputation also increased, and he gradually became a rising star in the literary world.
"Brother Qi, you are famous now. My classmates are all asking me about you." Jin Meili smiled at Xiang Nan.
"What are you asking me for?" Xiang Nan asked doubtfully.
"Your writing is good and your poems are so good, so naturally everyone wants to get to know you." Jin Meili said with a smile, "How about you come with us to visit the park on the weekend."
She brought Xiang Nan's poems to school, and they soon spread in the school. They don't particularly like martial arts, they just watch it for fun.
But they all loved the song "You Are April in the World" and thought it was the best love poem they had ever read. After all, they are all young girls at the age of Huaichun, so they all want to meet the author Xiang Nan.
"That's not necessary." Xiang Nan waved his hand and said with a smile, "As long as the eggs are delicious, there is no need to look at the chickens that lay them."
Jin Meili was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Brother Qi, your answer is so wonderful!"
"Lao Qi, our classmates have all agreed upon your poems after reading them. Let's write a few more if we have time." Jin Runzhi also said to Xiang Nan.
"Yes, Lao Qi, please write more songs. My friends all like them too." Jin Minzhi also smiled.
"You need to be inspired to write poetry. I really don't have much inspiration recently. I just thought of a sentence..." Xiang Nan smiled.
"What are you talking about?" Jin Runzhi asked curiously.
"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light." Xiang Nan said.
Jin Minzhi, Jin Runzhi, and Jin Meili were stunned for a moment. They felt that although this was just a sentence, it was full of poetry and endless aftertaste.
"Isn't this poetry? This is poetry!" Jin Runzhi said excitedly.
"Yes, Lao Qi, if this isn't called poetry, those meaningless and pretentious poems should be called rubbish." Jin Minzhi said with a smile.
"Okay, if you say it's called poetry, then let's call it poetry." Xiang Nan smiled and stopped arguing.
"Lao Qi, please give this poem a name." Jin Runzhi said again.
"Well, let's call it [a generation]." Xiang Nan thought for a while and said.
When the three of them heard this, they were stunned again.
This name brings the theme of the entire poem to a new level.
The previous poem said that although I was born in darkness, I yearn for light, which is my unyielding personal ideal.
But adding this name refers to the belief that tens of millions of people in China today are enslaved and oppressed, but still refuse to surrender and long for light.
The realm suddenly changes!
"What a "One Generation"." Jin Minzhi praised.
There were so many new poems in the past that called for freedom, equality, and light, and they were so eloquent that they were not as important as this one line of poetry.
…
In the following days, Xiang Nan's "You Are April in the World" and "A Generation" quickly spread in the poetry world.
Many newspapers reprinted it, making young people crazy about it.
Xiang Nan also became famous and became a rising star in the Yanjing poetry circle.
Many poetry societies sent him invitations, inviting him to participate in their activities and sing poems.
As Xiang Nan became famous, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" became more and more popular and gradually became a trend.
The sales of newspapers are rising steadily, and the stories in each issue can arouse discussions among readers.
There are people talking about "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in teahouses and restaurants, on the streets, in campus book clubs, and even in factories and offices. There are even clever artists who have changed the story into storytelling, drumming, music and lyrics to show off their skills.
Due to the exciting story, twists and turns, and constant suspense, every performance can attract a large number of audiences, making "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" more and more popular, and the sales volume of "Beijing Times" has soared to more than 80,000 copies.
Seeing this, many newspapers also asked Xiang Nan to write, hoping that he could serialize it in their newspapers.
Xiang Nan naturally did not refuse this.
He can write up to thirty thousand words a day. The Beijing Times can publish up to 3,000 words in each issue, so Xiang Nan can definitely add a few serials. After all, the more serials he has, the more money he makes.
However, Xiang Nan didn't want to use up all his free time. After all, he had many things to do besides writing, so in the end he only accepted invitations from three newspapers.
In this way, I have to write 12,000 words every day. With his hand speed, he can finish it in half a day, and there is still time to allocate freely.
As his reputation increased, the manuscript fee also increased, reaching eight yuan per thousand words. This price is already considered top-notch.
