Rebirth As a Writer In Britain

Rhoda is a host of the British London TV station. Over the years, he has been mainly responsible for some programs related to literature and art. (Baidu search gives you the fastest and most stable update on the Literary Network.) Therefore, it is most suitable to ask him to recite the poems in "The Collection of All Beings". After all, he is also a fan of this field.

Rhoda walked up slowly in the midst of applause, and then said: "I am very happy to recite the poems of talented writer Kevin tonight. He is simply a genius. I like his poems so much. I recite All of his poems are from his new book "The Collection of All Beings". So, if you like his poems, you can buy a copy after it is published. Thank you."

The first poem Rhoda read was McCaig's "Nearly the End", followed by John Keats' "The Day Is Gone" and Byron's "I Seed You Weep". Dylan Thomas' "The Bread I Cut" and more.

Kevin is the finale of tonight's "big show", so he must stay at the end before going out. At this time, Kevin was also quietly listening to Rhoda's recitation in the background.

Rhoda is indeed worthy of being a professional host. When reciting Kevin's poems, his language and demeanor are very good. Under his recitation, these classic poems have become more perfect. So every time a poem is recited, there will always be warm applause at the scene.

The audience is also intoxicated by the beautiful artistic conception written by Kevin at this time. They seem to have forgotten that they are in the world at this time, and their souls have been drawn by Kevin's poems to a place that does not belong to life and the world. ; They put down their mobile phones and their girlfriends' hands a long time ago. They closed their eyes and listened quietly like this; they enjoyed the process too much.

At the same time, those media people did not forget their work, and they started to record the whole process with video cameras, for their work and for themselves to play back and listen slowly in the future.

An hour later, the young hostess came up again and said, "Okay. Dear gentlemen and ladies, Rhoda's recitation just now is very wonderful. In his recitation, we have also felt that Kai Wen’s poems are beautiful and rich in philosophy. So, I don’t think you will resist this work anymore. Yes, in our era, we need a work that can calm our hearts. And "The Collection of All Beings" ’ I think it’s done.”

If the host said this before Luo Da recited the poems in "The Collection of All Beings", many people might be skeptical. But this time. No one at the scene would doubt it. Because just a minute ago, they were still deeply fascinated by the beautiful poetic mood.

"The next is the most exciting moment. Yes, we have invited the author of "The Collection of All Beings", that is, the genius writer Kevin. He will read a few poems to us tonight. Alright, let's Let's welcome Kevin to the stage with warm applause!"

then,

Amid the applause, Kevin walked slowly into the hall of the Royal Opera House.

"Thank you for your support tonight, which makes me feel very happy. Yes, I am the kind of person who enjoys literature and art. Therefore, occasionally I also write poetry. This "The Collection of All Beings" was born in this way. This collection of poems also gathers all my thoughts. I hope that friends who like poetry can read it. Thank you everyone." Kevin said.

"Okay, Mr. Kevin, then it's time for you to perform. Can you tell us which poem from "The Collection of All Beings" you recite first to everyone?" the young hostess asked at this time .

""We Are Seven", this is a little poem I like, and I give it to everyone." Kevin replied.

"Okay, then let us once again welcome Mr. Kevin with warm applause for bringing us a little poem from his book "The Collection of All Beings"—we are seven."

After the host finished speaking, he slowly walked off the stage amidst applause, leaving Kevin alone as the protagonist in the hall of the Royal Opera House.

then. Kevin began to adjust his expression, and then recited aloud in a loop:

"We Are Seven"

I met a little country girl:

She said she was only eight years old;

The thick hair curls from the four sides

wrapped around her little head.

She brought the flavor of the mountains and forests,

The clothes are also rustic:

Her eyes were beautiful, very beautiful;

Her beauty delights me.

"Little girl. How many of you are there?

You sisters and brothers? "

"How many? Seven in all," she said.

It looked like I didn't understand.

"Where are they? Please tell me."

"We are seven," she replied,

"Two ran away to the sea.

Two live in Conway.

"And my little sister and little brother,

Both lie in the graveyard,

I'm sitting in the hut in the graveyard,

With the mother, not far from them. "

"Since you said that two ran off to sea,

Two live in Conway,

But still say seven! — Tell me, please,

How do you say that, girl. "

"We are seven women and men,"

The little girl answered immediately,

There are two lying in the cemetery

Under the grave tree. "

"You run about, my little girl,

Your hands and feet are flexible;

Since two were buried in the grave,

There are only five of you left. "

The little girl replied, "Their graves

I can see a piece of green,

Twelve paces to mother's door,

The two of them moved closer.

"I often go there to knit my wool socks,

Hem my handkerchief;

I used to go and sit on the ground there,

Sing to entertain them.

"When the sun went down, it was almost dusk,

If the weather is fine and the darkness late,

I often bring a small soup bowl with me,

Go there for my supper.

"The first one to go is Sister Ginny,

She lay on her bed crying,

God relieved her pain,

She walked away quietly.

"So she settled in the graveyard;

we're going out to play,

The grass is not wet, around her mound—

Me and little brother John.

"When the ground is covered with snow,

I can slide the slopes,

Brother John must go again,

He lay down next to her. "

I said, "Since they both ascended to heaven,

How many of you are left, then? "

The little girl immediately replied again:

"Sir, we are seven."

...Kevin stayed up late last night and recited it by himself in order to give the readers a good effect, so there is no delay after reading the whole article at this time. This also made him very satisfied.

But after Kevin finished reciting the song "We Are Seven", there was no applause in his ears. What's going on? Could it be that there was something wrong with my demeanor when I just recited it? (To be continued.) WWW.GEILIWX.COM happy reading every day