Seeing that he agreed, Zha Haisheng happily took out a piece of paper from his arms.

It was after he committed suicide in 1989 that his poems became famous all over the world, and it was after 1981 that he really started writing poetry.

At this stage, he cannot be said to be a layman in poetry, but he is indeed a newcomer in terms of creation, and he does not have much confidence in his own creation.

He wrote the song "Al's Sun" on the train back to his hometown during the winter vacation. He wanted to let Lin Chaoyang read it, but he never plucked up the courage. Only today did he have the courage to run over.

“…burn the starry sky into a rough river

Burn the land and spin it

Raised yellow spasmodic hand, sunflower

Invite all those who want to take advantage of the fire

Stop painting Christ’s Garden of Olives

If you want to paint, paint the olive harvest.

Draw a violent fire

Purify your life on behalf of the old man in heaven

The red-haired brother finished drinking the absinthe

Just start lighting this fire

Burn it”

Under Zha Haisheng's anxious gaze, Lin Chaoyang finished reading his poem and said, "The writing is very good."

Lin Chaoyang's evaluation made Zha Haisheng very happy, "Is it true?"

"This is just my personal subjective evaluation." Lin Chaoyang was afraid that he would be too happy, so he couldn't help but say it.

But Zha Haisheng is still very happy. This song "The Sun of Al" was originally created by him after watching "The Death of Van Gogh". There is nothing that makes him happier than being recognized by the author Lin Chaoyang.

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"Do you want me to recommend you to a publication?"

Lin Chaoyang's proposal surprised Zha Haisheng, "Can my poem be published?"

"It looks pretty good to me, but it has to be decided by the editor."

Lin Chaoyang didn't finish his words, but Zha Haisheng was still full of gratitude to him. He originally just wanted Lin Chaoyang to give his comments on his poems, but he didn't expect that Lin Chaoyang would recommend him to a publication.

He quickly bowed to Lin Chaoyang and said thank you. Lin Chaoyang helped him up and said, "There is nothing to thank you for. In fact, it is the same for you to submit your own manuscript."

Lin Chaoyang said it easily, but Zha Haisheng understood that there is a difference between someone recommending and no one recommending. At least the editor will pay more attention to his poems, and it is easy to establish contact with the editor if a writer recommends him.

"Then should I change it?" he asked.

Lin Chaoyang looked at the poem and said, "It's very well written. Are you still dissatisfied with it?"

Zha Haisheng scratched his head, "That's not true, I just wanted to publish it..."

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said, "Not all works need to be revised. If you really want to revise..."

As he spoke, he pondered for a moment, then took out the pen on his chest and said, "Do you mind if I add a couple of quotes for you?"

Zha Haisheng immediately shook his head. In his heart, Lin Chaoyang was a great writer, and he could only dream of helping him revise his works.

With his consent, Lin Chaoyang wrote a quotation under the title of the poem.

"Everything I create towards nature is a chestnut, taken from the fire. Ah, those who do not believe in the sun are those who have turned their backs on God."

After finishing writing, he said to Zha Haisheng: "This is what Van Gogh wrote in a letter to his brother Theo."

Listening to Lin Chaoyang's explanation, Zha Haisheng immediately understood what he was thinking.

In the poem "Sun of Arles", he called Van Gogh "Skinny Brother". The two sentences written by Lin Chaoyang not only echoed his poem in source, but also perfectly fit the content of the poem.

Thinking of this, Zha Haisheng's eyes showed admiration.

"Then add a subtitle - My Thin Brother." Zha Haisheng was inspired by Lin Chaoyang and said.

Lin Chaoyang thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay."

After writing the subtitle, the two looked at each other and smiled, and Zha Haisheng felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

After he left, Lin Chaoyang returned to the library desk and saw Du Rong gesturing to the side.

"Chaoyang, that old comrade over there is looking for you!"
Chapter completed!