Divorce me for fame and fortune, why are you crying when I make you a famous queen?

When the staff heard Zhang Yunkai's words, they were about to row away, anyway, he was used to the rhythm of this primary election and the poetry boss was in control.

Then I heard Zhang Yunkai say eagerly: "Wait!wait!!"

There was surprise in his voice, and then he looked at Zhang Shishi, his whole posture changed.

Leaning forward, his eyes glowing, staring intently at the screen.

Contributor: Xuezhou (Amateur Station)

"The Wanderer's Yin"

is on the line in the mother's hand, and the wanderer's shirt is on the line.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

The others also stared at the screen, and Jiang Tao couldn't help but read the poem again in a low voice.

The representative of the amateur station, Chen Xin, a mature woman with glasses, opened her red lips slightly, and she was also muttering:

"Mother's hand is on the line, and the wanderer's shirt

is on the top..."

His mother had just passed away last year, and he couldn't help but think of when he graduated from high school and went to college, when he left for him to fill a bag full of food and make hometown specialties from his mother's own hands.

Before boarding the train, my mother stood on the platform and watched the train go away.

It's a pity that at that time, I was looking forward to a better life in college, but I didn't take my mother's advice and reluctance to heart at all.

I thought that after so long, those pictures of those years had been forgotten.

However, when I saw this "Wanderer's Song", the pictures that had been hidden in my mind suddenly appeared.

The mother's care for herself, the mother's nagging, and the mother's kind smile all finally turned into this poem.

This poem is written about my mother!

The bald uncle is in his forties, and he still can't help but wet his eyes in public.

In fact, at this moment, the other judges were like him, Chen Xin also took off his glasses and gently wiped the corners of his eyes.

She's a woman, and there's nothing to be embarrassed about even if she cries.

also handed a tissue to Jiang Tao next to him by the way.

"Thank you.

Jiang Tao took it and wiped his eyes.

Like the bald uncle, Jiang Tao's mother also passed away due to illness last year.

Later, he had a successful career, got married, had a daughter, and settled in Kyoto, but his parents were reluctant to leave their hometown.

In this way, I can go back to visit my parents during the Spring Festival every year.

I didn't have much time to get together with my mother, so I thought that I would retire in a few years, so I would go back to my hometown to accompany my old mother.

Who knows, the son wants to raise but does not wait, and his mother has already died of illness before he can wait for him to return to his hometown.

At this time, when he saw "The Wanderer's Yin", Jiang Tao immediately remembered the bits and pieces of his past with his mother, and then realized that I had given all my time to my career and to my wife and daughter.

The time left for the mother is pitiful.

Mother's concern, mother's miss of herself, can only become an eternal regret with her death.

Jiang Tao really couldn't help it, tears flowed, Jiang Yu'er hurriedly took out a tissue from his bag and handed it to his father.

Jiang Yu'er is still young, and she is suppressed by her mother at home all day long, so she doesn't feel so deeply about this "Wanderer's Yin".

But there was one thing that she was extremely shocked - it was the third time that my dad was made to cry by Xue Zhou!

Xue Zhou was simply my dad's nemesis.

At this time, a strange scene appeared in the conference room.

The judges did not evaluate the works, but wiped their eyes one by one.

The representative of the Huaxia Writers Association is also a middle-aged uncle, his mother is still alive, and he has been living with him, so he should be relatively calm, sighed for a while, and said to Zhang Yunkai next to him:

"President Zhang, let's talk about our opinions... Wow!"

I was startled when I said that, only to see that Zhang Yunkai's face was full of tears, and even snot flowed out.

Zhang Yunkai is a single-parent family, raised by his mother since he was a child, it can be said that his mother is his piece of heaven, plus he is a poet, he is sensitive.

This poem directly poked his tears, and he couldn't hold back anything, and the tears and snot flowed down.

took out a tissue, quickly wiped his tears, blew his nose, calmed down a little, and said embarrassedly:

"Well, you guys talk first." The

bald uncle of Huaxia Novel Network said directly: "I suggest that this poem is guaranteed to enter the top 50." The

others were stunned when they heard this.

The rules of the poetry contest are that the primary selection is divided into two stages.

The first stage is the preliminary selection of the judges at this time, and the judges select one hundred outstanding works.

The second stage is to vote by netizens, and the top 50 works are selected out of these 100 works.

The top 50 finishers in the country will then participate in the finals.

Now the judges' job is to select the top 100, and then post them on the official blog of the poetry network, and then the top 50 will be voted by netizens.

As a result, the judges of the Huaxia Novel Network now suggested that "The Wanderer's Yin" be directly selected into the top 50.

The middle-aged uncle who represented the Writers' Association was a little hesitant: "This doesn't seem to be in line with the rules of the competition."

Jiang Tao put down the tissue that wiped his tears, raised his hand and said: "I agree with Mr. Zhou's suggestion, this poem will definitely become a famous poem in the world, and it deserves to enter the finals directly!"

"I second!" Chen

Xin, who was at the amateur station, saw that she had produced such an excellent work, and she naturally wanted to support it.

What's more, this poem is indeed excellent, the text is plain, but it is deeply moving.

The other works are written about love and love, and the rhetoric is gorgeous, but it is exaggerated and empty.

But "The Wanderer's Yin" is about "family affection", and it is touching and heartfelt, which reminds the audience of their mothers, and even makes all the judges cry.

"

I also like this poem very much, but I think that if it is directly allowed to enter the top 50, won't it make such a masterpiece lose the opportunity to meet the public?"

Zhang Yunkai wiped away his tears and snot, and muttered for a long time, and slowly spoke:

"Today's social life is fast-paced, people's hearts are impetuous, and young people are busy working and making money, and they often neglect their parents who care about them silently.

"If there is such a work that can reawaken people's attention to family affection and respond to their parents' concern, that is the social significance that an excellent work should have

!" "Therefore, I suggest that "The Wanderer's Yin" be selected into the top 100 and put it on the Internet to vote, so that people can

see it!" Zhang Yunkai said this very sincerely, and there was no disdain for amateur stations, he really liked this poem, and he also wanted more people to see it.

One of the most simple thoughts, I was crying at the sight, and I planned to call my mother as soon as the selection was over.

I also want more people to cry in public like me, and then call my mother and say I love you.

There was silence in the conference room for a moment, and Jiang Tao raised his hand first: "I agree with Mr. Zhang's suggestion, good works should be seen by more people."

Chen Xin also raised his hand: "I believe that works like "The Wanderer's Yin" can finally enter the top 50.

"Hopefully, let it awaken the love of young people for their parents. Soon

, Zhang Yunkai's proposal was unanimously approved in the conference room.

"The Wanderer's Yin" entered the top 100 in the country, and will be put on the official blog of the poetry conference together with other selected works, and will be voted on by netizens.

However, when today's selection process was over, there was an interesting scene.

As soon as the judges walked out of the conference room, they picked up their mobile phones and called their parents:

"Mom, how are you doing lately

?" "Dad, Mom, when I go home the day after tomorrow, I will take you out on a trip!" "Dad

, where is my mother?"

and Jiang Yu'er had already run away, and since she saw Xue Zhou's "The Wanderer's Yin", other works have been boring in her eyes.

She quietly walked out of the conference room, left the Kyoto Writers' Association, and ran home excitedly

, and sent a WeChat message to her mother on the way: "Mom, I love you!"

and then received a greeting from her mother:

"Jiang Yu'er, what are you in trouble again?!".

Jiang Yu'er returned home, immediately turned on the recording equipment, and excitedly talked to the camera about the preliminary selection of today's poetry conference, especially focusing on Xue Zhou's works, of course, due to the rules of the competition, she did not say the content of "The Wanderer's Yin".

It's just that the poem of our amateur standing in Xuezhou directly made all the judges cry!

......

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Su Qingmei walked out of the singer's house a little tired.

Other singers also came out one after another, among which Shen Yao's face was pale, the same as last week.

As soon as he came out, he met Lin Zhou, who was standing at the door waiting for Su Qingmei, Shen Yao was stunned, lowered his head and walked quickly past Lin Zhou.

"Cut, what's the spirit?" Zhou

Yun grimaced at Shen Yao's back.

Lin Zhou smiled: "I guess Shen Yao's ranking in this issue is not very good."

Zhou Yun said: "Brother Lin, how do you know?" Lin Zhou

didn't speak, after all, he was too familiar with Shen Yao after three years of husband and wife.

At this time, Su Qingmei also walked in front of the three of them, and Zhou Yun hurriedly asked

, "Sister Qingmei, how is it?"

Su Qingmei stretched out three white fingers.

"Third place?" Su

Qingmei nodded.

Zhou Yun was uneven: "Why is

it the third?" Zhang Hong said: "The third place is not bad, after all, Qingmei is the first to appear."

Lin Zhou also said: "The quality of Miss Su's song itself is not top-notch, Miss Su's dance moves are not smooth enough, and the breath is slightly worse when singing and dancing, and the third place is still considerable." What

he said was actually very reasonable, but as soon as he finished speaking, the three women all looked at him.

Zhou Yun was surprised: "Brother Lin, you also know how to sing?"

Su Qingmei suddenly untied the shirt tied around her waist, stuffed it into Lin Zhou's hand, and turned around to leave.

Zhou Yun hurriedly chased after him, while Zhang Hong looked at Lin Zhou helplessly and followed.

Lin Zhou hurriedly followed, with a wry smile on his face:

"What I just said is quite objective, why are you still angry?"

Lin Zhou felt more and more that his divorce was the right choice.

Even a cold girl like Su Qingmei is often angry, if she continues to be with Shen Yao, then she won't have to quarrel every day?