It was a autumn a few years ago. A comrade called me and said that I would go to lunch with important guests at noon today. I said that I was an important guest. He said that you would understand when you go.
Without asking any more questions, I went straight to the only five-star hotel in Chibi City - Ramada Hotel . As soon as I stepped into the restaurant door, what caught my eye was a white-haired old man who was particularly eye-catching. I subconsciously realized that today's important guest was this white-haired, kind-eyed, energetic and famous Mr. Ye Wenfu. My comrade-in-arms in the Public Security Bureau who was in charge introduced me to Mr. Ye Wenfu. I walked up to him devoutly to shake hands and greet him. He did not have the airs of a great poet, and he was kind to every guest.
Before lunch started, as the music started, Mr. Ye Wenfu stepped back to a corner of the restaurant and recited his new poem with deep affection and passionateness (I regret not remember which poem it was). His aura was absolutely shocking. After the recitation, he modestly raised his hands and bowed to everyone. The guests and waiters present were all moved, and applause kept ringing throughout the restaurant.
Lunch officially began. The accompanying guests who were sitting toast him and his wife one by one. He refused everyone, and he sipped and drank one by one. When my comrade and I went to toast him and his wife, his humble subordinate shook hands with us, then picked up the wine glass and drank it all. When he heard that we were in the Engineer Army, he was even more amiable because he was also Engineer Army . He called us comrades-in-arms and comrades-in-arms. He had a few drinks with us, but was not drunk at all. He took the initiative to take photos with us during this period.
Wine is not drunk, and everyone is drunk. I, a person who usually likes to write something, has such an opportunity to drink with the famous poet at the same table, communicate with him face to face, and listen to him recite the new poems he created. I have to say how rare, precious and unforgettable it is! His poem "General, Can't Do This" caused a sensation in China. Under his influence, many literary youths in his hometown of Chibi City (formerly Puqi City) fell in love with poetry, and a group of accomplished famous poets emerged, such as Rao Qingnian, Liang Biwen, and Ouyang Ming. Before leaving, he also told us that he had a public account, and some new poems were included, you can read them. I kept his words in my heart and said goodbye to them and their husbands reluctantly. On the car home, I was thinking that today's China, in the field of poetry, it should be the contemporary Li Bai !
