The Confucius Institute is located on the University of California, Los Angeles campus. It has no gates and is very open, but outside the ordinary activities of the Confucius Institute, it holds a banner.

"Warm welcome to the Confucius Institute in Los Angeles."

Su Tong and Princess Changqing, the little princess got off the car and saw this banner.

"Who is so inappropriate? Why do you write a banner like this? I'm still here. What era am I back?" Su Tong laughed and then changed his words: "I should write Nian Nujiao, the greatest poet of this century, and the most important adjective is missing."

"Haha, I'll ask the staff to change the banner and add the adjectives later." Princess Changqing and the little princess didn't say anything. A man in his fifties walked out from the side, very cheerful, and there were also a group of old and young people next to him.

Su Tong was puzzled, who is this person?

Princess Changqing stretched out her hand and introduced to Su Tong: "This is Luo Jialong, the dean of Confucius Institute in Los Angeles, and he is also the vice president of XX University in my country."

"Hello, Dean Luo, I have been hiding for a long time." Su Zhao took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with Dean Luo.

"Haha, I am the real name of Niannujiao for a long time. I know that Niannujiao has visited our Confucius Institute recently. I came from China to wait for many days just to wait for such a day. A hero is a young man. Niannujiao is famous for her. She is a talented person and has a strong sense of literary talent. She is really rushing towards her..." Dean Luo smiled and said a little genius.

"If you don't dare to be it, then what, Dean Luo, let's jump out of the book first, so that others will think that we were sneaking out of the hospital and want to catch us back." Su Tong wanted to let go, but Dean Luo kept holding on. Emma, ​​it would be fine if he was a beauty, don't be so enthusiastic.

After the greetings, Dean Luo introduced the people around him to Su Tong.

They are all well-known Chinese in the United States, both young and old.

They are either the president of a certain Chinese association in the United States or the founder of a certain organization. Although some of them are not related to literature, they all love the country and the Qin culture.

They all admire Niannujiao's name for a long time and came from all over the United States.

All classes in Confucius Institutes have been suspended today, and programs are being held. The institute is full of students and students who are joining in the fun in other schools, and even people from the society.

These activities are mainly aimed at foreigners or Chinese who are new to the Daqin language, fill in the blanks of idioms, guessing riddles and other cultural and entertainment activities.

Setting questions is a piece of cake for the pure Qin people, but it is more challenging for Chinese and foreigners who have just learned Chinese or have not learned for a long time.

When Su Tong entered, many Chinese and foreign students were alarmed.

Many people are new to Chinese and do not understand the culture of the Great Qin, but they all heard that there is a big figure in the Great Qin today, and they can be said to be the top figure in the contemporary Great Qin literary world.

I heard that this person is very talented, and everyone is curious.

Su Tong saw many Chinese who came to the United States to seek their dreams in the early days. Now they are old, but they still miss their motherland. Unfortunately, their parents passed away and were buried in their hometown. Their children and grandchildren are here. Compared with people, they can only choose to stay with their children and grandchildren, but they just hope that when they grow old, they can cross the ocean and be buried back to their hometown.

The choices they made when they were young made them regret most of their lives.

This pain only becomes stronger and stronger in the middle of the night.

Looking at the white-haired Chinese around, Su Tong saw the desire for his hometown in their eyes.

When they were young and ignorant, they disliked their parents. When they were about to grow old, they realized that the feelings of their hometown were lingering. Since their birth, running on that land was destined to be their mark for the rest of their lives.

"I'll give you a poem." Su Tong didn't have much affection for the Chinese who came to the United States to dream of making money, but when he saw that they were already in twilight and missed their hometown so much, he sighed slightly in his heart.

The old Chinese people present were excited.

Poetry does not come at any time. Although they knew that Su Tong was famous, they did not shout for him to write poetry since they saw Su Tong.

Just tell others that you can urinate if you don’t have to do anything. If you don’t need to scream, the other party will go on it by themselves.

Su Tong planned to write this poem with a brush, and Dean Luo hurriedly asked someone to serve him on the brush, ink and paper.

Those who could surround the world were respected old Chinese, staring at the pen and paper in Su Tong's hand.

"Homesickness."

Su Tong used softer fonts, not that strong and domineering because it did not fit the content of the poem.

As soon as these two words were spoken, many old Chinese people were shiny. They said that Su Zhao was best at writing poems for others. Whether it was a swearing or giving them to others sincerely, they were all famous poems throughout the ages.

Looking at the title of this poem, it was written for these old Chinese people, and everyone is looking forward to it.

“When I was a kid,

Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm here,

Mother is there."

As soon as these poems came out, some old Chinese people's eyes immediately became wet.

Su Tong really wrote for them, writing about their experiences and voices.

At this moment, the scene when they first came to the United States appeared in their minds. At that time, phone calls were far from so popular. It was very difficult to make a phone call, and family letters were the most commonly used contact information.

“When you grow up,

Nostalgia is a narrow boat ticket.

I'm here,

The bride is there."

Many old Chinese people couldn't help but choke when they saw this. At that time, many people came to the United States alone after getting married, thinking that this was a paradise, came to find gold and went back after making a lot of money.

But things went against my wishes. This place was not a paradise. Shootings, poisons, underworlds, sex and emotions... are flooded, and this place is clearly hell.

"later,

Nostalgia is a short grave,

I'm outside,

Mother is inside.”

When the poem comes here, some old people who think they will never cry again cried out in a cry.

The most sorry thing in this life is the mother. She worried and worried all her life, but in the end her mother left alone.

My mother's grave has not been taken care of so far, and the weeds are unknown.

In fact, what they care about most deeply in their hearts is not the motherland, but the mother in the motherland. She is lonely and watches her back every day...

"Plop."

An old man knelt on the ground and kowtowed to a middle-aged man.

"Dad, you... don't scare me, you are..." The middle-aged man was frightened and quickly wanted to help the old man up.

The old man cried bitterly: "Don't help me, dad beg you, after I die, I must send me back to my hometown and be buried next to my mother. She has worked so hard for the rest of her life. I am unfilial, wuwu..."

The old man cried in silence, and many old man couldn't help but cry.

Many young people are infected and their eyes are moist.

"And now..."

After these three words came out, Su Tong could no longer write them and was moved by the old man's longing.

"Dad, I promise you that I will definitely satisfy your wish. I will not perfunctory." The middle-aged man wiped his tears.

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Chapter completed!