Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 911: The Second Dike Who Doubts His 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.

I had hoped to find some good food today, but ended up eating a few mouthfuls of arsenic...

"Okay, let's stop here for this song 'Jiuzhou Chun'. It's getting late, let's have one more friend share his or her work. Just a reminder, it should be someone who is very confident in his or her work, preferably one who has shared it with others and received good feedback."

On the stage, a guest held the microphone and said.

In the audience, everyone looked at each other, and suddenly no one had the courage to go on stage.

Firstly, because he specifically reminded me of this.

Secondly, every one of the people who had gone on stage before had their works criticized harshly by the guests. Of course, scholars are good at scolding people without using bad words, but it is more heartbreaking.

Especially Tsujii Kyo.

It can be called a poisonous tongue.

such as:

"My friend, let me ask you a question. What does it mean to you if you can't write poetry? ... Just lose a hobby? Then I think you can change your hobby."

At the back of the crowd, a tall figure stood up from his seat and slowly walked towards the stage.

Hey!
There was a sudden whisper below:
"he?"

“Isn’t he a foreigner?”

"Do you think he looks like a poet?"

"Stronger than my kendo coach..."

"This foreigner is just messing around. I don't even dare to take this article on stage. How can he write better than me?"

"Can we understand the poems he wrote?"

Many people did not notice that there was actually another person who stood up after Li Jiankun.

It was because the girl was too short, only 1.48 meters tall. When she stood next to Li Jiankun, her little head didn't even reach her armpits.

On the stage, the guests were also discussing quietly:

"This person looks unfamiliar."

"She looks like a model. Haha, I must have come to the wrong place..."

"I'm starting to worry about my ears."

"Fukuyama-kun has given a special reminder... Hey, young people nowadays."

"Be patient, this is the last one."

After Li Jiankun came on stage, he nodded slightly to the guests in the audience, which was different from the craftsmanship of all the people before him. Many people knew that he was a foreigner, but they didn't care.

Then he walked to the podium.

First bend the flexible adjustable microphone until it is almost straight.

It has been quite some time since Li Jiankun came to Japan. Apart from Westerners, the number of people he has met who are taller than him is probably no more than a hundred.

"This is a humble work. Please give me your guidance. The title of the work is: "In the Darkness"."

Li Jiankun spoke in fluent English without blushing or beating his heart.

During his pause, a baby-voiced female voice was heard in the venue, repeating his words in Japanese.

Many people looked in the direction of the sound and found Sakurai Kawana sitting in front of an upholstered chair with a small notebook in her hand.

"Oh, you still come prepared."

"Okay, at least I understand."

"I'm afraid this title is just another case of whining without any real reason."

"Newbies always like to write things that they think are profound."

"I don't know how many people have written about 'darkness' in ancient and modern times, and countless masterpieces have been created. He is really brave." On the stage, the guests put down their microphones, leaned forward and put their heads close. Outsiders did not know what they said, but judging from their expressions, it was obvious that they were not optimistic about this work.

Except for Seiji Tsutsumi.

He didn't even bother to communicate about it.

Even he didn't dare to touch the theme of "darkness".

This topic is admittedly very broad and there is a lot to write about, but it is very difficult to write something interesting and not fall into a rut.

People often think they understand "darkness".

However, in fact, the darkest moments that most people have ever experienced are not considered "dark" at all when viewed from the perspective of society as a whole.

How could such a young man have a profound understanding of "darkness"?
Yes, he had absolutely no hope.

He was even afraid that this young man wanted to write about darkness and would really write about darkness...

call!
Li Jiankun's heavy and hoarse voice came from the microphone.

This poem comes from a collection of poems that he had read through many times in his previous life. Although he admits that he has no talent for poetry and his comprehension ability is not good enough, after reading it for so many years, he should be able to grasp a little bit of the emotions contained in the poems.

Now, he let out all those emotions:
"dark,
"It is the cut-off red tongue,
"It was the cube that once meant death,

“It’s the box where the cockroaches groan in peace.

...

"dark,
"It is a silent jack,

"It is a compressed non-existent direction,

“It’s the hand that refuses to repent.

...

"dark

"It is frozen anger,
"It is anger transformed into terror,
"I heard the sound of underground water.
“The darkness will collapse.

...

"dark,
"Like raindrops,
"It penetrates the endless darkness,

“Footsteps.”

...

Quiet.

There was silence.

You can hear the needle drop.

In fact, when Li Jiankun shouted the first sentence in a deliberately torn voice - "Darkness is a cut-off red tongue", most people at the scene were shocked.

As the saying goes, an expert can tell whether something is good or not just by looking at it.

This poem is very vivid.

Soaked in cruelty, blood and anger.

The poet's understanding of "darkness" is revealed in just one sentence:

Unique, thorough and sharp.

This is a master!
It was a long time after Li Jiankun finished speaking, and the scene seemed to enter a state of stillness, with no one moving for a long time.

Almost a full minute passed.

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

There was thunderous applause.

Many people came back to their senses shivering - they were immersed in the atmosphere created by the poem. Those with stronger comprehension abilities felt the chill that penetrated deep into their bones, and then they gave their applause generously.

If others are capable, you have to admire them.

Regardless of how good this poem is, it is undoubtedly the best of the evening, including the works of the two guests.

The guests on the stage also nodded frequently, all with happy expressions on their faces, surprised by this unexpected surprise.

Only one person was trapped.

No matter how noisy my ears were, I could not perceive it at all, and my thoughts were deeply immersed in the "darkness".

Now, it was as if a slide show was playing in Seiji Tsutsumi's mind, with the darkest events in his nearly sixty years of life appearing one by one:

The shadow cast by his father on him since childhood.

That cold and dirty mansion.

The intrigues between my father and his colleagues.

Blood and death during the revolutionary period.

The untold secrets of the political and business circles...

"Jing Qiaojun, what do you think?"

It wasn't until someone held up a microphone and asked him the question that Seiji Tsutsumi came to his senses:

"Uh... OK, OK, OK!!!"

People were surprised to find that he actually cried.

Two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

This...isn't it a bit too exaggerated?
This poem is good, but it doesn't seem to be that good. You know, Tsujii Kyo himself is a great poet, and he has created countless good poems.

At least in everyone's opinion, his reaction was a bit excessive.

People don't know that Seiji Tsutsumi's heart is still beating fast.

Because this poem is all about the darkness he has experienced!

There are actually people in this world whose understanding of darkness is so similar to his! !

He even felt that when he was in the right mood one day, such as returning to his hometown and feeling sad, he would be able to write this song "In the Darkness" exactly as it was written!!!
It's incredible.

Seiji Tsutsumi looked up at Li Jiankun, who was waiting for comments and guidance at the podium, and was completely speechless for a moment.

Li Jiankun could tell from his expression that every pore of this old man's body was shocked.

For him, there may be no better poem in the world.

The ultimate sense of immersion!
In his previous life, the second time Li Jiankun wanted to understand Tsutsumi Seiji was through his collection of poems.

The first time was because of MUJI. At that time, Li Jiankun thought the concept was very good and even considered imitating it to see if he could create his own MUJI.

Look at Yiwu, what great resources it has.

Unfortunately, it was not put into action in the end.

People are like this, always looking ahead and behind before doing anything, so he has been trying to change in his life.

Tsutsumi Seiji moved his lips and finally spoke: "It's hard to believe that you are so young. How old are you?"

Hey!
The whole audience was shocked that he actually used honorifics.

You know, this person is not only the literary world's Kyo Tsujii, but also one of the richest men in Japan.

Li Jiankun smiled slightly: "Twenty-six."

Tsutsumi Seiji smacked his lips: "It's hard to imagine..."

At the age of 26, he joined the revolution. His "dark period" occurred during this period. But at that time, he had not yet picked up a pen, let alone such profound thoughts and representative ability.

He wondered what on earth had this young man been through?
It's so similar to his life.

For some reason, a word popped into his mind: confidant.

A new and strange feeling that he had never experienced before surged in Di Qinger's heart.

"I see..." He said, speaking fluent English this time, so there was no need for Sakurai Kawana to translate, "You have a book in your hand. Do you have more masterpieces on it?"

For some reason, he couldn't wait to get to know this young man.

Through poetry.

He wanted to see, are there really two people in the world with such similar life experiences?

Li Jiankun nodded: "Yes."

Seiji Tsutsumi's eyes lit up, and he even stood up and made a gesture of invitation.

This also surprised everyone at the scene.

It can be seen that Tsujii Kyo likes this foreign young man from the bottom of his heart.

Some people were jealous and thought: This kid has become rich.

The guests were not in a hurry at this moment. Firstly, they all loved poetry, and if there were really good works, it would be a pleasure to listen to them. Secondly, after Tsutsumi Seiji said so, would they dare to leave early?

“Title of the work: Pale Tomorrow.”

As the voices of Li Jiankun and Sakurai Kawana were heard, the scene began to whisper again.

“It’s such a big theme again.”

"I always feel that Jing Qiaojun's reaction is a bit exaggerated. Let's listen to this song. I hope it doesn't disappoint."

"At such a young age, it's good enough for him to have one good piece of work. By the way, what's his name?"

"The devil knows."

...

Li Jiankun spoke in a calm tone this time, as if he was telling a story:
"On the field path after the typhoon,
"We have become as heavy as birds,
"The sky is reflected in the mud,
"The warts left behind,

"Memories that soon become stinking compost,
"Clothes that have never been in a fight,

"Scattered like the petals of the universe,
"So, the space expanded slightly,

"We, together with our unknown partners,
"Set off,
"Towards the pale tomorrow."

The poem is finished.

This time, the reaction of the crowd was obviously not as surprised as before.

"Okay."

“Not as good as the previous one.”

"It didn't hit me."

"Oh, what did I say? He has potential, but he is still young after all. How can he produce so many excellent works?"

On the stage, the guests gave similar comments during the discussion.

I feel that none of them are as soul-touching as the song "In the Dark" just now.

However, Tsutsumi Seiji's eyes were as big as bells, his chin almost dropped to his neck, and he was completely stunned.

The elements mentioned in the poem, such as "the field path after the typhoon", "the sky, the mud", "the clothes", and "the unknown companions", can all be found in one of his memories.

In his mind, he couldn't help but start playing the slides again...

This seems to be a poem written for him!
This young man... could he be his illegitimate child who was left behind? !
Why is the spirit world so imaginative with him? ! !
The way Tsutsumi Seiji stared at Li Jiankun was green with envy.

(End of this chapter)