Chapter 134

At three o'clock in the afternoon, poetry critic David Lee arrived in Edinburgh. Because he called Kevin before he left. So Kevin had been waiting at the airport. As soon as David Lee came out, he went over.

Kevin said politely, "Hello, Mr. David Li. Nice to meet you

David Lee is wearing a white shirt today. The beard on the face is much longer than the average person. It also makes him look like a standard artist. In fact, many elderly people in Britain like to dress like this. They think that long beard is very sexy and full of man's charm.

David Lee saw Kevin on TV, so he recognized him at a glance.

"Kevin, you are so young. Oh, nice to meet you, too David Li said after smiling.

"Come on, dear Mr. David Li, I've arranged the teahouse for your arrival."

When Kevin knew that David Lee was coming, he called a nearby teahouse and made a reservation. At this time, David Lee appeared. He took a taxi with the other party.

After Kevin and David Lee were in the teahouse, the waiter came over with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. David Li. What services do you need? "

Hearing the beautiful waiter call out his name, David Li turns and looks at each other in surprise. Then he said curiously, "do you know me? Beautiful lady.

"Yes, I know the famous poetry critic naturally. My father is a poetry lover. He has a large collection of poetry reviews. I saw your head in your book. So I'm impressed. " The beauty waiter said with a smile on her face.

"Ha ha, I see. Thank your father for his support. Oh. Kazan Rubin black tea, thank you

"I'll have kanaston white tea. Thank you, "Kevin said.

The beauty waiter wrote it down in the notebook and left respectfully. At this point, Kevin gives David Lee a thumbs up.

Then he said, "Dear Mr. David Li, I know you from the waiter. I want to die. A Chinese poem is called "don't worry about the way ahead without a confidant, who in the world doesn't know the king". It means don't worry about the way ahead, no one knows you, who won't know your name? That's exactly what you're doing now. "

"Oh, do you know anything about Chinese poetry?" David Lee was surprised.

"Of course, and I deeply believe that China is the birthplace of poetry. There are so many excellent poets and poems there. Such as Li Bai, Du Pu and so on. I've read all their poems. "

Kevin, as the rebirth of the former earth China, not only read their poems, but also recited them well when he was in school.

But David Lee is different. He is a native of England. When Kevin says the names of these Chinese poets. He had to admire the young man deeply. Because in England, many poets are only limited to the local poetry, and rarely involve the foreign poetry. Not to mention the Far East China.

So David Lee exclaimed: "I have to say, Kevin, you are really different. You know, in Britain, few people are interested in Chinese poetry. Not to mention that they can speak the names of Chinese poets. "

"I just think that as a poet, we should understand the poetic culture of the world, not just Ireland or England. If a poet wants to have a richer imagination, he should read widely. Dear Mr. David Li, what do you say? " Kevin said in a low voice.

David Lee was constantly nodded and praised by the young man in front of him. At this time, he also seems to understand why Kevin's poems can be so rich and beautiful. Because he learned from a hundred schools.

"Why Chinese poetry? You know, Indian poetry is also very famous. They also have a strong poetic culture. " David Lee said curiously.

"Yes, India is also rich in poetry. I've read their work, too. But I think Chinese poetry is the most unique, they are full of the charm and melody of poetry. They are wonderful. " Kevin said excitedly.

"Well, that's what you said. Maybe it's time for me to study Chinese poetry after I go back. " David Lee said with a smile.

David Lee was deeply impressed by Kevin's erudition. He couldn't help looking at Kevin's up and down carefully. He seemed to see the figure of a great poet in the future. Perhaps, he will bring unprecedented glory to the British poetry world. He seems to be the rebirth of Shakespeare, he has a natural literary talent.

"Oh, here comes the tea." David Li was about to say something when he saw the beautiful waiter bring up the tea, so he gave up.

"Kevin, tell me, when you write poetry, do you like to smoke like most poets, and then look out the window and think deeply." After waiting for the beauty waiter to leave, David Li asked curiously.

"No, no, I'm not. I like to write books at will, instead of smoking or drinking quietly. Because when a poet has a poetic heart, he will not be without inspiration. " Kevin's bullshit.

Kevin's theories were also summed up in his previous life when he was writing on the street. That's why they are right at this time.

"Poetic heart?"

David Lee suddenly became curious because he had studied English poetry for so long that he had not heard the word.

"Yes, poetic heart. The heart of a poet in writing poetry is the heart of poetry. For example, when I write Ode to the Nightingale, there is a nightingale with beautiful singing in my heart, and there are those wonderful worlds in my heart. Then I will connect them together to form a beautiful picture. Then it becomes poetry. Because everything is in my heart, it's much easier and faster to write. " Kevin explained.

"My God, this theory is so new. It's so wonderful. It's a poetic heart. " David Lee can't wait to beat Kevin's "poetic heart".

"Dear Mr. David Li, I just said my personal understanding. If there is anything wrong, please forgive me. " Kevin said modestly.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I was worthy of the trip. I'm so lucky to know such an insightful young poet as you in my lifetime. " David Lee said excitedly.

Before that, David Lee had been in contact with many English poets and talked with them about poetry. Although these people have written good works, their understanding of poetry is too superficial. So David Lee is happy to meet such a person who has a unique view on poetry.