Little Farmer Big Star

? Fang Jing logged on to the official website of the Chinese Writers Association, and the second stage of the competition was hosted by the Chinese Writers Association. Contestants must also submit their contributions to the official website of the Chinese Writers Association.

In the information prompt window, Fang Jing and others really saw that there were two new submissions. The remarks are Li Fan from Funan Division.

"It's another prose and an ancient poem, this kid really doesn't give up." Lin Hai shook his head.

""Praise of Poplars"? Those who praise poplar trees? What is there to praise about such ordinary poplar trees. This kid gave up on himself?" Fang Jing sneered.

"Old Fang, click it quickly so we can appreciate it. Maybe it will be another masterpiece." The irony in Lin Hai's words is very obvious.

"Success, then enjoy the masterpiece." Fang Jing smiled and clicked on the article.

...

Beijing, the office building of the Chinese Writers Association.

Yu Qiu, the director of the Writers Association, frowned and asked, "Xiao Lin, hasn't Li Fan from Funan Division uploaded his work yet?"

Seeing that the submission deadline was approaching, Yu Qiu couldn't help but feel a little worried. He also expects Li Fan to create two more excellent articles.

A few days ago, Yu Qiu was also very surprised when he learned that Li Fan, the author of "Spring" and "The Village", was the young fairy tale writer. He also wondered why Li Fan was so young, yet he had such deep attainments in prose and poetry.

But doubts turned into doubts. Yu Qiu didn't believe the "Li Fan looking for a gunman" incident that was very hot a few days ago. There was an intuition telling him that those two works belonged to Li Fan himself.

That's why he is looking forward to Li Fan's second stage works. It's just that at this time, Li Fan has not submitted works. Yu Qiu couldn't help frowning. Could the rumors be true? Is your intuition wrong?

wrong! Yu Qing shook his head, he believed in his intuition and Li Fan. I haven't uploaded it yet, maybe I haven't found inspiration yet, Yu Qing thought. After all, a good piece of work needs inspiration.

However, at this time, the secretary Lin Yu suddenly said, "President, Li Fan's work has been uploaded."

"Has it been uploaded?" Yu Qiu's eyes lit up, his expression relaxed, and he hurriedly refreshed the web page on his computer. Sure enough, I saw two of Li Fan's works.

"Praise of Poplar"? Yu Qiu also frowned slightly. Apparently he also didn't think the poplar had anything to praise. However, with the expectation of Li Fan in his heart, he still watched it seriously.

"The poplar tree is not ordinary,

I praise the poplar tree!

The car is galloping on the endless plateau, and what comes into your field of vision is a large blanket of yellow and green. The yellow is the soil, the uncultivated virgin soil, the shell of the Loess Plateau that was successfully accumulated hundreds of thousands of years ago by the great natural forces; the green is the result of human labor overcoming nature, and it is the wheat field..."

Just after reading the beginning, Yu Qiu's frowning brows instantly relaxed. A vast, flat, brightly-colored landscape of the plateau came upon us. Yu Qiu couldn't help closing his eyes, intoxicated by the poetic words.

This is definitely a piece of prose that is not under Spring. Yu Qiu was inexplicably surprised, and he slowly read down bit by bit. I'm afraid to finish reading this article.

"The gentle wind blows and turns green waves round by round - at this time, you will truly admire the two words "Mailang" coined by people in the past. If it is not obtained by accident, it is indeed the essence of the tempered language... …”

"'Mai Lang', this word is used very well, it's really wonderful!" Yu Qiu couldn't help but high-five and praise.

He couldn't help but have such a picture in his mind: the Loess Plateau, the vast green wheat fields. A gust of wind blew, and all the straws floated with the wind, and the green waves swayed together and swayed into the distance...

nice! It's so beautiful!

"Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous, if not for the reminder of the mountain peaks that are side by side, you will forget that the car is driving on the plateau..."

Yellow and green, boundless. Yu Qiu continued to look down with excitement.

"You may be feeling 'majestic', maybe 'great', adjectives like that. But at the same time your eyes may feel a little tired, you close your eyes to the current 'majestic' or 'great'. Another kind of smell is creeping up on you—'monotonous'. Isn't it? Monotonous, a little..."

monotonous? How can such a magnificent picture be monotonous? Yu Qiu frowned when he read this.

Such a magnificent picture scroll, the emotions that have been haunting the readers' hearts from the beginning, are instantly destroyed by this sentence.

Why is this happening? Yu Qiu couldn't understand. Could it be that Li Fan is too young after all, his pen power is limited, and he can't control the text behind? If so, it would be a shame. Such a classic beginning, but such a bad end?

Yu Qiu shook his head regretfully and sighed. But still continue to look down.

"And yet if you look up suddenly and see a row in the distance ahead—no, or even just three or five, one, towering proudly, like a sentinel, you're sleepy. How will the mood be? I cried out in surprise.

That is the poplar tree, an ordinary tree in the Northwest North Pole, but it is not an ordinary tree..."

This shocking turn made Yu Qiu's expression agitated. "In an instant", "eyes raised", poplar trees appeared!

When Yu Qiu read the words "Raise your eyes sharply", he also raised his eyes sharply and looked up like a conditioned reflex. It's like seeing... uh, okay. He didn't see the poplar tree, all he saw was his female secretary, who was staring at him curiously with big eyes.

Yu Qiu coughed and looked back. Immediately immersed in the shock brought about by this earth-shattering turning point. The magnificent picture description in the previous article was only paving the way for the appearance of the poplar.

Such a description is not without boldness, and the requirements for pen power are also very high. Li Fan, this young man really dares to write.

Since everything in front is laying the groundwork for the poplar, what kind of tree will such a poplar be? Yu Qiu seemed to sense that something was coming.

"It is a kind of tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and straight branches. Its stems are usually about a zhang high, as if artificial, and there are no side branches within a ten-zhang. All its branches, They are always upward, and they are close together, as if artificially created, forming a bunch, never escaping horizontally... This is a kind of tree that remains stubbornly upright despite the oppression of the wind and snow in the north. Only the thickness of the bowl is enough, but it strives to develop upwards, reaching a height of about zhangxu, 20 feet, towering to the sky, indomitable, against the northwest wind.

This is the poplar, a common tree in the Northwest North Pole, but it is by no means an ordinary tree! …”

Yu Qiu couldn't help but high five again. This seemingly simple and casual description conveys the shape, color and character of the poplar tree very vividly.

The poplar tree is indeed an ordinary, but by no means ordinary tree!

Li Fan, this young man is another classic prose after "Spring". Not easy!

At this time, Yu Qiu could only sigh with emotion!

...

(To be continued.)