Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 265 Poetry Recitation
This chapter's subtitle: Master Yuan: Breaking the old and welcoming the new
"Master Fool, what did you say to your compatriots to make them so distraught?"
"Your Excellency Justice, I just introduced to them a small part of our just cause."
"Mr. Fool, is smuggling arms also a small part of a just cause?"
"Your Excellency Justice..." Master Yuan, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, sat up straight, looked at Mr. Chandler with a sharp gaze and said, "You really should take this opportunity to read some books with Professor Gill. Yuri, we must see the essence through the phenomenon..."
"Aunt, we need to see the essence through the phenomenon. Hongjian is really a good young man!"
"Huilan, wait a minute. Why do you call him Hongjian after meeting him once?"
"This is not...don't worry about it. He invited us to his cultural salon tomorrow. Many local New York writers will be there."
"Tomorrow is Sunday the 19th... No, I have to go to the YMCA church for worship. It's a good opportunity for me to meet the local YMCA and YWCA members in New York. I heard there are many Chinese people there."
The YMCA that Miss Wei Mingzhu mentioned is the Young Men's Christian Association, which was founded by British businessman George William in London, England on June 6, 1844. Its original intention was to improve the spiritual life and social and cultural environment of young people by strengthening their beliefs and promoting social service activities.
In 1855, the YWCA was established in London based on the YMCA. Both organizations were introduced to China in the late 19th century. After returning to China, Miss Song's first job was to teach English at the local YWCA in Shanghai.
Since even Seris had these two things, it was natural that there were branches in America and Southeast Asia. For young people from the middle and upper classes at that time, if they were Christians, this was a good organization to make friends. In fact, many second- and third-generation Chinese students and overseas Chinese in the United States joined these two organizations.
Of course, it was very normal for high-class Chinese to become Christians these days. Fortunately, Yuan Hongjian’s great-great-great-uncle Yuan Yanshu was a filial son and a little courageous. He knew that his father hated foreign things the most and would probably sever the father-son relationship with him if he converted to foreign religions. Therefore, even though he stayed in the church school of Hujiang University for four years, he did not become a Christian. After going abroad to New York, he had fun for another three years and had no time to join the YMCA.
"Huilan, will you come with me?"
"Aunt, but I have already promised her, how can I break the promise? You should go to the salon with me."
"Humph, I don't know what kind of magic potion that guy has fed you. Anyway, I'm not going. I'm tired, I'm going back to my room."
"Auntie...Hey!"
The next morning, Miss Wei Mingzhu went to church alone and did not return until noon. Ms. Huang Huilan had no choice but to go to Yuan Yanshu's luxurious apartment by the Hudson River alone.
"Mrs. Gu, I'm so glad to see you."
"Mr. Yuan, I also want to thank you for your invitation."
Our Master Yuan glanced behind the female guest and asked in confusion, "Madam Gu, are you still alone today?"
Ms. Huang Huilan said awkwardly: "Mr. Yuan, I'm so sorry. My 'friend' is still a little unwell, so I'm sorry for not coming."
"Is that so..." Yuan Yanshu finally felt something was wrong, but she couldn't let the guest stay at the door, so she had to force a smile and said, "It's okay, there will be another chance next time. Madam Gu, please come in."
He attentively helped the ambassador's wife take off her coat and handed it to the waiter beside her. He then personally led her to the living room and introduced her loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to have the wife of our Chinese ambassador to the United States here today."
The guests present were mainly people from the literary circle, and they all stood up politely upon hearing this.
"Mrs. Gu, let me introduce this to you. This is a famous contemporary American writer..."
"This is a famous contemporary American female writer..."
"This is a famous young American writer..."
"This is a famous contemporary American and British poet..."
"This is a famous contemporary American horror writer..."
"This is a famous contemporary American romance writer..."
"This is a friend of mine who is a famous contemporary American romance writer and also my lawyer..."
"This is..." Yuan Yan pointed at Miss Enyuka and introduced her, "My secretary, Miss Enyuka Rochelle."
Huang Huilan looked at Xiao Longnv , and felt a little complicated. However, she just sighed in her heart and still stretched out her hand and said, "Hello, Miss Rochelle."
"Hello, Madam Minister."
After a round of greetings, Huang Huilan sat in the main seat. She was also a young lady who often attended cultural salons, so she calmed down and asked with a smile, "What are you talking about?"
Miss Helen Brown, a famous American contemporary romance writer, said enthusiastically, "Mrs. Gu, Neo is just about to read a new poem he wrote."
As we all know, our Master Yuan is not only very humble but also very honest. He immediately corrected: "This poem was not written by me, but by a general of our Seris. I just translated it into English."
TS Eliot, a famous contemporary British poet in the United States, disagreed with his statement and retorted: "Translating poetry itself is a kind of re-creation, not to mention that it is translated from mysterious oriental Chinese characters into modern English. I can't wait to hear it, Mr. Yuan, read it quickly."
Everyone chimed in, "Yes, Neo. Let's get started."
Yuan Yan suddenly smiled and said, "In that case, I will show my ugliness."
He came to the center of the living room, put his hands in his trouser pockets and paced for a few steps, then closed his eyes and calmed down his emotions.
Finally, our Master Yuan lowered his head and hummed in a deep baritone : "The distant Mount Tai shows a dark figure..."
He raised his head slightly, and said in a lighter tone: "The solid foundation supports the shallow upper layers..."
"If one day..." He suddenly raised his head and looked around at the people in the living room, and this time he recited in a rhythmic tone: "Someone turns the world upside down..."
After a while, he suddenly pulled his hands out of his trouser pockets, pointed them upwards, and shouted loudly and forcefully: "The old traditions will surely be destroyed by the earth breaking and the mountains collapsing!"
