The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds, one soaring in the sky and the other diving deep into the bottom of the sea. ”

After reading the poem "The Farthest Distance in the World" in his hand, Yu Guangzhong couldn't help but look at Huo Yaowen in surprise, but he didn't expect him to write poetry quite well.

Yu Guangzhong said: "Mr. Huo, this modern poem you wrote is very good, as I just said, there is nothing to teach. ”

"But I always felt that something was wrong. ”

This poem has been widely circulated in later generations, and almost many people are familiar with it, but Huo Yaowen still wants to hear the comments of this professional in Yu Guangzhong.

"Hmmm......"

Yu Guangzhong read it carefully again, thought for a while and said: "The fish and the birds, two creatures that do not intersect, are full of spirituality in your pen, Mr. Huo, and modern poetry pays more attention to the beauty of poetry and uses simple words to describe an artistic conception or image. The point is to have the artistic conception and imagery of the poem, and not simply use the vernacular to accumulate the format of the poem, which Mr. Huo has done very well. ”

"If you insist on saying that there is something wrong, it may be that Mr. Huo has repeated the poem too much, and it can be appropriately condensed and shortened to these lines. As he spoke, he picked up the pen on the table and drew symbols in a few lines of poetry.

Sweat!

Huo Yaowen looked at the few lines drawn in the afterglow, and felt embarrassed in his heart, these are almost the most classic sentences in the original poem, and it seems that his additional lines seem to be a bit redundant.

He smiled and said: "No wonder, why does it feel wrong, if it is just a few lines, it seems to be a lot more streamlined, and it can highlight the theme of the poem more." ”

Yu Guangzhong was afraid that Huo Yaowen would misunderstand what he meant, so he followed: "Actually, it's nothing to add these lines, Mr. Huo, your poem is very well written, as long as it is appropriately streamlined, it would be the best, I can't write such beautiful modern poetry at your age." ”

The biggest difference between modern poetry and ancient poetry is that modern poetry is more casual, just like prose, the words are beautiful and full of artistic conception, while ancient poetry must not only be neat and neat, but also learn the rules of rhyme.

"It's okay, when I wrote it myself, I also felt that these sentences were a bit redundant. Huo Yaowen waved his hand.

At this time, Zhang Chengyi, who had been reading the manuscript next to him, suddenly said: "Yaowen, you wrote this short poem well, when did you write it?"

"Which one?"

Huo Yaowen glanced sideways, there were many poems that he wrote in his spare time, ninety percent of them were copied from the text, to avoid memory loss, and he forgot it, only a few of them were made by himself when his literary youth was rampant.

"This song "Once Upon a Time Was Slow". ”

Zhang Chengyi put the manuscript on the table.

Yu Guangzhong leaned to the table and read carefully: "In the past, the sun became slow, cars, horses, and mail were slow, and there was only enough to love one person in a lifetime; ”

Reading and reading, my eyes lit up in the afterglow, and I carefully recalled this short poem, the imagery not only reveals the beauty of "once upon a time" words and objects, but also wonderful metaphors.

Based on the "once upon a time", it depicts the fast pace of modern society.

Seeing that it was this one, Huo Yaowen touched his chin, thought for a while and said, "I've been writing it for a year or two, and I haven't sorted out the manuscript, so I keep it at home." ”

"How many years have you been writing this short poem?"

Yu Guangzhong looked up at Huo Yaowen and said in surprise: "Mr. Huo, it seems that you are very talented in the creation of modern poetry, this poem and the previous "Birds and Fish" have a bit of a Crescent style. ”

"Graffiti, graffiti. Huo Yaowen smiled innocently.

"Mr. Huo, you are too modest. ”

As he spoke, Yu Guangzhong picked up the manuscript on the table and read it little by little.

Xing Xinyi on the side took a piece of manuscript paper and said to Huo Yaowen: "Mr. Huo, your poem is really well written, but why doesn't it have a poem name?"

"No poem name?"

Yu Guangzhong curiously took the manuscript paper and looked at it, "Our life is very short, we will eventually lose it, you might as well be bold." Love someone, climb a mountain, chase someone, many things have no answer..."

He lifted the frame that had slid down to the tip of his nose, "This little poem... It's interesting. ”

"This is what I wrote casually before, and I didn't think of a name, Mr. Yu, why don't you give it a name?"

Huo Yaowen took a look, this is a line from a Chinese comic animation he once watched, and he likes it very much, so he wrote it down when he was bored.

Yu Guangzhong thought for a while and said: "Then you might as well call it "Answer"? There are many things without answers, and you will know the answer after reading this little poem. ”

"That's good, that's the answer. ”

Huo Yaowen picked up the pen and added two words "answer" to the top of the paper.

On the side, Zhang Chengyi took off his reading glasses, looked at Huo Yaowen with a smile and said, "I said Yaowen, why are these poems of yours all in love, could it be that you wrote them with feelings when you were chasing Anna?"

"Mostly, yes. ”

Huo Yaowen smiled, many of these little poems were indeed written with Anna and when creating romances, but some of them were written at home with children in the past two years, and they were too lazy to write books when they had nothing to do, so they wrote out the small poems that had not yet appeared in their memories.

Zhang Chengyi pointed at him and smiled: "I said why did you catch up with Anna in a daze, it turns out that you have done so much homework behind your back." ”

Huo Yaowen smiled at the corner of his mouth: "That is, if you don't do your homework, how can you compete with those teachers in the academy." ”

When Anna first came from the UK to teach at the University of Hong Kong, she was the dream lover of many single teachers around 30 years old.

Yu Guangzhong said: "Yaowen, in recent years, there have been few talented young people in the Hong Kong poetry scene, and most of your poems are very good, you can continue to study in this area." ”

Huo Yaowen said: "I will write when I have time, but I don't have so much time." ”

"Well, it's true that fewer people write poetry now. ”

Yu Guangzhong sighed slightly, although there are people who write poetry now, almost all of them are of the older generation, and most of the young people prefer to go.

"Take your time, there will always be young people who like poetry. ”

"Hmm. ”

In this way, several people talked and laughed, drinking tea and coffee, and chatting about these poems.

We talked until noon.

Huo Yaowen wanted to keep the three of them at home for lunch, but the three of them all said goodbye on the grounds that they had something, and before leaving, Yu Guangzhong wrote a poem "Homesickness" by Yu Guangzhong, and invited Huo Yaowen to join the Blue Star Poetry Society he founded.

just joined a poetry club, Huo Yaowen did not refuse, and directly agreed.

Xing Xinyi asked the translator to help him transcribe these three sci-fi essays, and the little poem he liked, and said that after the essays were published in Japan's "Cosmic Dust" magazine, he would mail the manuscript fee over.

Huo Yaowen didn't care much about this draft, but he couldn't let the Japanese take advantage of it in vain, so he agreed.

Before sending the three of them out, he told Mr. Zhang that he would notify himself in advance when he took the plane to Australia, and watched the car leave, Huo Yaowen turned around and went back to the house, and hurriedly finished lunch with Anna who went downstairs, and then grabbed her hand and walked upstairs.

......

Time passed quietly unconsciously, and a few days passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was the 20th.

When Huo Yaowen was still preparing to publish the three sci-fi essays of One Day Prisoner, Truman's World, and Rural Teacher, Huo Xiufen's marriage also arrived as scheduled.

Chen Guangyuan's family is quite well-off, and his parents also bought a two-bedroom apartment of more than 70 square meters in Central, Hong Kong Island, for the marriage of the young couple.

On the day of the wedding, Huo Yaowen accompanied Anna to take a look, the decoration was not bad, and the location was not particularly far from the Education Charity Foundation where the two worked, and it was good for the two to commute together.

"Cousin... It's too precious. Huo Xiufen looked at the bunch of car keys that Anna handed to her, although she couldn't understand what brand the letters on it were, but a car would cost tens of thousands of yuan, to say the least.

"It's okay, I'll give it to you, brother, you just take it, it's a lot more convenient to have a car for commuting to work in the future." Huo Yaowen looked at Huo Xiufen, who was beautiful in makeup, and couldn't help but think of the first time he saw this shy cousin five or six years ago, but he didn't expect to get married now.

Seeing her niece's restrained appearance, Huo's mother smiled: "Xiufen, your cousin gave it to you, you just take it, you are his sister, isn't it good for outsiders if it's not good to you?"

Huo Xiufen's mother died early, and she couldn't go out of the cabinet without female elders, she originally wanted her aunt to come over, but she wanted to take care of her grandfather, so she asked Huo's mother to come over.

Huo Xiufen pursed her lips, "Brother, thank you." ”

At this time, Huo Tingting, Zhang Wanjun and others pushed the door from outside and walked in.

Seeing that these women came in, Huo Yaowen smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go out first, and I won't disturb your makeup." Anna, you just stay here and see how we got married. ”

"Good. Anna smiled, she was still quite interested in the customs of marriage in Hong Kong.

After Huo Yaowen came out, he went to the living room to follow his father and grandmother to chat with the uncle, the third uncle, the uncle and others, and the grandfather also wanted to come over, but his body and bones finally improved a little, and the family didn't let him come over, only let the eldest mother take care of it at home.

Soon, more than an hour later.

So the bridegroom brought his relatives and friends to pick him up.

Although the wedding is still Western, there are still many Chinese wedding customs, such as the man to bring cakes, tea and other dowry gifts.

When the groom and the groom arrived at the door, they symbolically scattered a circle of red envelopes, and the two families went to the Mandarin Hotel in Central, Hong Kong Island.

At the noon banquet, Huo Yaowen saw Luo Qiaozhen, who he hadn't seen for a long time.

As soon as they met, Luo Qiaozhen said with a little resentment: "President Huo, how long has it been since you went to the foundation?"

"Hehe, isn't this you?!"

Huo Yaowen sneered, speaking of which, he had indeed not been to the Foundation for a long time.

"Yes, I'm a part-time worker. ”

Luo Qiaozhen glanced at Anna beside him, and sighed slightly in her heart, she has been in this relationship for several years, and she has never let go too much, "Recently, the first batch of secondary school students from Lamma Island School graduated, don't forget to come over to you, the honorary principal." ”

A few years after the establishment of the Lamma Island School, the first batch of secondary school students are about to graduate, and most of them have chosen to work directly, except for a very small number of students with good grades who have received full scholarship funding from the Foundation.

After all, Lamma Island, including the surrounding islanders, is not particularly wealthy, and it is not impossible to continue to let the children study, but it also increases their burden.

"Okay, you can let me know when the time comes. ”

Huo Yaowen smiled and nodded in agreement.

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