Mumbai, Gandhi Festival.

It was very blue, the blue was transparent and high, the clouds were very white, and the white made people's hearts rise with infinite joy, the waters of Mumbai were clear, and from time to time there were seabirds chasing the battleship in the distance, picking up small fish that had been knocked out by the fishing ship freighter.

In a sunlit courtyard, there were many people sitting around, including university professors and young students.

Each of them was talking eagerly, and the topic was mixed.

There are the policies of the Mumbai government, the new publications that comment on fiction and poetry, and the movements of the foreign literary scene.

This is a small gathering of the Literary Research Society.

Truth be told, literary groups like this are not uncommon in Indian society.

Several people with similar interests and similar literary ideas form an exchange group and attract a group of friends, and a literary group is formed.

"Mr. Patel, the newspapers of the Education Bureau, their reply is out, please take a look." A female student walked in quickly, holding a few stacks of newspapers in her hand, and said eagerly.

At this time, Patel was a professor in the Department of Literature at the University of Mumbai, the contemporary president of the Literary Research Society, and had a high reputation among members and students.

When everyone heard this, they all looked at the newspaper in Patel's hand. Hearing that this was a reply from the Education Bureau, everyone didn't criticize Amirhui for this reason, because they thought that they would not be in a hurry to make a conclusion before the truth of the matter was revealed.

Patel thought the same thing, his eyes were sharp, his spirit was sharp, and he said calmly: "I'll see." ”

Hold up the education newspaper.

I found that today's newspaper is much thicker than in the past, and it should be regarded as a special issue. This made Patel's heart move, and everyone also received several newspapers bought by the female student just now.

They all looked at each other quietly.

into the eyes.

It's a poem! It's a poem that silences people after reading it!

The poem reads:

"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light."

He has a name -- "A Generation".

This poem is very short, and at first glance it sounds like nothing, but the more I think about it, the more it feels rich, and it seems to have a deep meaning, but when you think about it, there is nothing to say.

It gives people the feeling of being unconscious.

All eyes were on Patel.

Patel is also reminiscing about this poem, which has only two lines, and the imagery that appears in the poem is a very common phenomenon in daily life: night, eyes, light. Because of this, this poem has a contemplative charm. The novel combination of two sentences, the seemingly contradictory twist, contains a wonderful rationality.

Although the whole poem is only two sentences, it is quite in the style of the great Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore, and most of Tagore's poems are concise and timeless, full of philosophy.

Even if our generation moves forward in the dark night, we must not give up hope, but must find a bright future for our country.

This generation, but not just our generation.

The poem is heavy, but it has an inspiring power.

"Hey, this poem has high aesthetic value and strong artistic power with its high historical generalization and philosophical light of dialectical thinking, and I don't even know what to say about this poem." Patel finally affirmed.

When this poem came out, I don't know how many people were infected!

With Patel's affirmation, everyone has counted, and their hearts are even more shocked.

Everyone also talked nonsense, and said:

"I'm convinced!"

"Was it Amir Hui, the author of "The Lost Inheritance?"

"This poem is amazing! Teachable! ”

"The author of this poem is a real man with blood in the sky!"

In the courtyard, many people who didn't understand, didn't know or even misunderstood Amir Hui before, now they all stood on Amir Hui's side, and they all helped Amir Hui wave their flags and shout!

The crowd is excited!

Now everyone's perception of Amirhui has changed, and just by virtue of this poem, it should be revealed!

Some of the students seemed to drift away a little bit as well.

"Let's take a look at what the Education Bureau means, and the little author on the spotlight・・・・・ Amirhui! ・”

Including Patel, everyone was in high spirits, and now they no longer have the intention of criticizing Amirhui and the Education Bureau, they just want to see the answer to the truth gradually!

Take a deep breath.

Read on:

The title page of the English version of "The Lost Inheritance" is printed with one of Borges's poems, "Quiet Self-Satisfaction",

"Words of light cut through darkness, more magical than shooting stars.

Unrecognizable cities appear taller in the fields.

I am convinced that I have a destiny to live and die, and look at those who are ambitious,

Try to get to know them.

Their daytime is as greedy as a noose whirling in the air,

Their night is an interval of sword rage, ready to attack,

They talk extravagantly about human nature,

My humanity consists in feeling that we are all the same poor voice;

They talk extravagantly about the motherland,

・・・・・・・

My name is insignificant,

I walk like a man who comes from afar and has no hope. ”

In the original work, in fact, Amir Hui has not changed much, but only added two sentences on the cover. And this title page poem is the work of a famous Argentine poet, the poem is easy to understand, and the people in the courtyard read it, and their restless hearts were silent when they calmed down.

Someone is looking at it!

The teachers and literati on Patel's side are also speechless!

Then, turning the pages of the book was faster and faster.

The education newspaper that has just been printed and published really starts with just a page of "The Lost Inheritance".

Read on:

1

All day, the sun was as dark as dusk. The mist floats over the mountains like a water monster, and the huge mountains form ocean-like shadows, which are unfathomable. Kanchenjunga. The distant mountain tops seem to emerge from the snow and ice, gathering the last rays of heavenly light, faintly visible in the haze. The summit faced the storm, and from time to time it raised showers of snow and dust.

Sai was sitting on the verandah, holding an old National Geographic magazine, reading about the giant squid. From time to time, she glanced up at Kanchen Jangya, only to see a strange phosphorescent light shining on the mountain, and she couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart. The judge sat in a far corner, with a chessboard in front of him. Matt, the dog, tucked herself under the chair she had always felt safe, snoring slightly in her sleep. Overhead, a wire dangled from a light bulb without a hood. It was cold, and it was even colder inside, and the stone walls several feet high breathed in the chill and darkness.

Deep inside the house, in the cavernous kitchen, the cook is busy lighting damp wood. He carefully groped for the fire primer, lest he alarm the scorpion, which had been living, making love, and breeding in the pyre. Once he saw a female scorpion, swollen with venom all over her body, carrying fourteen small scorpions on her back.

The fire was finally lit, and he put the kettle up. The body of the pot has a hard shell, which has cracked, like an old object dug up by the archaeological team. He waited for the water to boil. The walls were wet and scorched, and strings of mud-stained garlic hung from the blackened beams. Clusters of putty had accumulated on the ceiling, as dense as an upside-down bat. The firelight reflected the cook's face, dancing with orange spots. He felt his upper body begin to warm up, but a gust of wind made his arthritic knee ache again.

……

From this chapter, it can be seen that the author's pen is extraordinary, although there is no innovation in the way of writing, but for a literary competition that is not in college, this level is too high, too high, even comparable to many contemporary writers with profound pen power!

Contrary to everyone's expectations, this is an extremely wonderful article. This made Patel more and more silent, as for whether they could pass the preliminary examination of the literary competition, do they need to say?

As for whether you can be exempted from comparison and directly advance to the finals, do you need to say?

Looking at the frowning faces of everyone at the scene, and the speed of reading word by word, there is already an answer!

Amir Hui genius too!

This is considered from the writer's point of view, and for the reader, they have only one feeling.

This is the good book in their minds, and the literary works in the previous contests were weak.

"Good!"

"Good-looking"

"It's so pretty"

"Wonderful, wonderful"

"This work, if it is published as a book, I will definitely buy it, hehe, now I can save money to buy books"

"I finally know, it got the only reason to make it to the finals, and the other books are all in front of it, it's too far away"

"Both the idea and the verses are very good, and this poem is more than two levels higher than the others. If there are no accidents, the first place this time is this article. ”

"Well, the gap between heaven and earth"

"I regret not being at the beginning, I blame this little author"

"Me too, I'm a genius, I'm so well written"

"Kneel"

That's what those who just finished reading The Generation and are reading the first chapter say.

Many people even feel that the previous champion works are tasteless, just like they are used to eating delicious food, and then taste radish pickles, how can they taste it?

"Inheriting the Lost Man" itself is easy to be accepted by readers, the text is white and white, it will not make people overly resistant, and with a wonderful plot, it is difficult not to be accepted and loved.

Many people were excited, many repented, and many more were amazed!

Everyone thought that this evaluation was already very high.

However, "Inheriting the Lost Man" is not a literary masterpiece that can be sent away with good writing!

Time is like an old ox pulling a cart, surprisingly slow, after reading the additional issue of "Lost Inheritance", finally, everyone turned from silence to stunned.

Mumbai, the city next door, everyone in the state was stunned!

This......

This works......

It is still the small courtyard of the Literary Research Society, and Patel, who is well-known in the literary world of Mumbai, was stunned for a long time, his eyes widened, as if he had found something shocking.

Suddenly, Patel slapped his thigh, waking up everyone around him, and shouted like a demonic barrier: "Mumbai, no, the whole state, and even India is going to have an earthquake today!" ”

Seeing the scene at the end, I don't know how many people tightened like Patel in an instant, and his eyes straightened.

His words were like a chain reaction, and the flowing oil in the pot was ignited by a little spark, and there was an uproar!

"India is going to have an earthquake・・・・・・ "Countless people wailed for the first time