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In the literary circle, there is nothing more difficult than writing poetry.

The poet Baudelaire, who was a member of parliament for the Second French Republic, once described the difficulty of writing poetry as "one sentence a year", did not become the originator of French symbolist poetry until three years ago with "The Flowers of Evil".

Mallarmé began writing his pinnacle of poetry in 1865 and did not publish it until 1876, a decade before and after.

Writing poetry is not the most lucrative, but it is the easiest way to make a name for yourself.

Kicking away the crumpled paper, Zola walked quickly in front of Garion and said, "Yes, write poetry." Poetry is not like fiction, but once you have the approval of the literary world, you can immediately become famous. ”

Zola looked at Garion with an encouraging and eager look at him, writing poetry was far more difficult than fiction, but once poetry caught the eye, they were given a ticket to the Latin Quarter salon party.

That's what all shabby literature lovers dream of.

Zola's words gave Galian the idea of writing poetry, and after saying goodbye to the other party, he hurried back to the rental house.

Knock knock.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Mrs. Feroland poked her head out and saw Garian standing on the railing on the second floor. He said kindly, "Mr. Garion, I made lunch, why don't you come down and eat together?" ”

Garion poked his head out of the armrest and rejected her kindness, "No, Mrs. Ferrorant, I'm still busy, thank you for your kindness." ”

After saying that, he hurriedly ran upstairs.

"Mr. Garion is a busy man."

Mrs. Florand shook her head helplessly and walked towards the kitchen.

After returning to the rental house, Garion opened the manuscript paper he had bought, spread it out on the table, dipped the quill pen in ink, and after a moment of contemplation, began to move the pen on the manuscript paper.

He had already figured out what he was going to write.

The light cast from the wooden window danced with the tip of his pen, and the red roses planted on the windowsill bloomed luxuriantly, and the flowers fluttered with the breeze.

This is a story about the ancient Greek myth of the god of faun Pan'an.

Faun:

The fairies of Linze, I wish them eternal life.

How clear.

Their light, pale flesh color fluttered in the air,

The air was sleepy.

Could it be that what I love is a dream?

My questions are like a pile of dark shadows of the old night

Ending in countless twigs, but still true woods,

Proving that I am lonely, I give myself ......

……

With his previous memories in mind, he wrote "The Afternoon of the Faun", a poem that occupies a unique place in the history of French literature and art, and it is one of the three giants of symbolist poetry along with Rimbaud's "The Drunken Boat" and Valéry's "The Young Goddess of Destiny".

And it is "the most indisputable and beautiful poem in Francophone literature".

After the publication of this poem, Mallarmé's poetry salon at his home became the most famous salon in the French cultural scene at that time, and some famous poets, musicians, and painters were frequent visitors to his home, such as Verlaine, Rimbaud, Debussy, Rodin, and so on. Because the salon is held on Tuesdays, it is known as "Mallarmé's Tuesday". Mallarmé was also chosen as the "King of Poets" and became a leading figure in modernist and symbolist poetry in the French poetic scene.

After writing this long poem, Garion put down his pen. Flipping through the newspaper sent by the landlord, the joy on his face gradually dissipated, and the headline made him frown, because the newspaper was recording a disgusting atrocity.

"The British and French governments respectively appointed Ergin and Gro as plenipotentiaries, leading more than 15,000 LinkedIn troops and about 7,000 French troops to expand the war of aggression against China."

In two months, the British army occupied Dalian Bay, and the French army occupied Yantai, blockading Bohai Bay, and using it as an advance base for attacking Dagukou. And finally broke out the atrocities of capturing the capital, plundering and burning the Old Summer Palace.

When the Parisian literary and artistic circles chose to remain silent, Hugo was the only one who stood up. In his letters, he angrily denounced the atrocities of France and described the Anglo-French alliance as two despicable and shameless bandits.

"What I used to do with the Parthenon, and now I do with the Old Summer Palace, but it's more thorough and beautiful, so that it's gone. Great achievement! The harvest is huge! Two victors, one stuffed with fanny packs, which is visible, and the other with a full box. They returned to Europe, holding hands and grinning. This is the story of these two robbers".

With the suffering European working class on the one hand, and the bloodsucking worms on its back, the oppressive and exploitative capitalists will be truly aware for the first time of the terrible power of the working class in the revolution that shook Europe in Paris ten years later.

The general trend of the times is not something he can change alone, and the only thing Garion can do is to use his influence to do a little work.

Compared to Gallion's poetry, Zola's novel begins much slower than Gallion's, and it took almost a week to complete the first 100,000 words. I had to try my luck with Garion.

According to the business card given earlier, Garion and Zola came to the Michel publishing house with the manuscript.

Zola paused, but finally mustered up the courage to follow in Garion's footsteps.

The entire publishing house was busy, with piles of manuscripts in front of editors and proofreaders, and everyone was working at their desks, not even noticing the two people who came in.

Michelle's assistant Felix saw the two standing at the door, and hurriedly greeted them, he smiled and said to Galian and Zola, "Who are you looking for?" ”

Garian handed over his business card and said, "My name is Garian, yes, I talked to President Michelle on the train before, and said that if you want to publish a book, you can come to him." ”

Felix frowned, he looked at the other party's eyes, and he probably had a bottom in his heart.

There are too many people who take their own manuscripts and go to the publishing house to directly name and find the president, plus the two of them are dressed, Felix only thinks that these two are also indiscriminate guys.

Felix said directly, "I'm sorry, the president is not here now, he went to meet with Monsieur Dumas." Otherwise, you can leave the manuscript and the address, and I will let the president know when he returns. ”

Since Michelle was not there, Garion had no choice but to nod slightly and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm sorry for you." ”

Taking the manuscript of the novel and the poem from Zola's hand, Felix glanced at it and walked in the direction of the office. As the assistant to the president, he glanced at the manuscript a few times, but he didn't see a brilliant plot, so he just put it aside.

By the time President Michel returned from Alexandre Dumas's house, it was getting late.

"Felix, good news."

President Michel's tired expression showed joy, and a smile hung on his lips, and he said happily, "We have taken the rights to Monsieur Dumas." Now I'm going to meet with two important friends. Did anything happen to the publisher while I was away? ”

"Yes."

Felix's assistant reminded him, "A young man named Garian came to you and said he had a manuscript to show you. I've got the manuscript on the table. ”

"Galyan, ......"

President Michel suddenly remembered the talented young country farmer on the train, and perhaps out of gratitude to him, he said to his assistant, "Then you put the manuscript in my bag, and I will read it on the way, and now I have to rush to the Velitz Hotel to eat with the guests." ”