Little Farmer Big Star

Beijing, the headquarters of the Huaguo Poetry Association. ★√★く√ ★√

Bai Yi and Liu Yuan sat in their respective positions, sipping tea while staring at the increasing number of poems on the official website. According to the experience of previous years, a few hours after the opening of the submission channel is a small peak time for submission.

They are going to select one or two excellent works from the initial batch of manuscripts for appreciation. Throughout the competition, they will select some outstanding works from time to time to appreciate them. And publish the appreciation results on the official website to help everyone better understand the work.

Appreciation may be the two of them, or it may be other poets of the association. Those who are eligible to join the Poetry Association are all well-known poets who have become famous for a long time.

Although they were looking at the works, they did not hold out much hope. Because according to the experience of previous years, the first batch of works are basically uploaded by some amateur poetry lovers. They just want to be able to sit in the top 100 positions for a while and have a good time.

"Lao Liu, when do you think Li Fan will upload his work?" Bai Yi asked.

"Looking at the last 'Children's Poetry Contest', I guess it will take a few days at least." Liu Yuan replied helplessly.

Bai Yi nodded and said, "Well. It's not just that kid. Mo Bai, Du Feng and others hold their own identities, and it is estimated that they will not upload their works so quickly."

Liu Yuandao: "Indeed. Generally speaking, in the whole preliminaries, each of them only needs one work. It is difficult for others to expel them from the top 100, and they will not be able to use the second work. After all, according to the regulations of the competition, famous poets who are over 35 years old do not need to participate in the previous qualifiers and finals. Instead, they will directly enter the final final as a seed player. Therefore, in the qualifiers, they can Not many people threaten them. It’s understandable that they will post their work later.”

Bai Yidao: "The preliminaries are actually a warm-up stage, and its greater significance is to allow the majority of amateurs to have the opportunity to participate. That's why there are such regulations. However, the more this is the case, the more we need to show excellent works. Ah. Also, the qualifiers are a stage that is prone to surprises."

At this time, Liu Yuan suddenly laughed and said, "Old Bai, what you said is right. The surprise has already appeared."

Bai Yi was overjoyed and asked anxiously, "Is there an excellent poem? Which one is it?"

At this time, Liu Yuan let out another snort, and said, "It just appeared, it's called "Transplanting Rice Seedlings". It's just that the title of the poem is a bit strange, and the word 'verse' seems to be a Buddhist term. And it turned out to be the work of that kid Li Fan. ."

"Li Fan has already uploaded his work?" Bai Yi was taken aback,

Then find the poem called "Transplanting Rice Seedlings" and click to open it.

"I planted the green seedlings all over the field, and when I looked down, I saw the sky in the water.

A pure heart is the way, but to go backward is to move forward. "

"How is it? Old Bai. How do you feel?" Liu Yuan asked.

Bai Yi pondered: "On the surface, this poem describes the scene of planting rice, but in fact it seems to be referring to something else, which is wonderful. Let's not talk about this poem for the time being. Li Fan's work was published so early, which is not very similar to him. The style. Is it the same name and surname again?"

Liu Yuan shook his head and said, "This poem seems ordinary at first glance, but it actually implies Zen, which is quite extraordinary. It shouldn't be the same name and surname. It's just that he uploaded it so early, will it have any purpose?"

Bai Yi smiled bitterly: "Forget it, let's not think about it so much. Let's appreciate this poem."

Liu Yuan also said: "It's okay. As long as the poem is good, it's fine. This year's first appreciation work is it."

...

Sansheng Village.

Li Fan didn't know that he chose to upload his works at this time, in fact, he had no intention. But it made the two great poets guess for a long time.

However, he chose this poem for a certain reason. In his previous life, he liked this poem very much. At first glance, this poem seems rather ordinary. But after reading it, it seems unusual.

All he needs now is poetry of that feeling.

This poem is a famous Zen poem in a previous life. The word "計" in the poem's title "Zhuzhu 計" is a Buddhist term. The translation is called "song", which is a song in the Buddhist scriptures. The poem was written by a monk in the previous Tang Dynasty.

Legend has it that this monk is a cloth bag monk. But according to folklore, the cloth bag monk is actually the incarnation of Maitreya Bodhisattva. This poem obviously cannot be written by Maitreya Bodhisattva. So who is the author of this poem, there is no way to verify it. I only know that it was made by a monk in the Tang Dynasty.

...

After this "Transplanting Rice" is uploaded to the submission channel. Naturally, it was also the first time that the majority of netizens who were guarding the computer saw it.

"Hey, everyone, look. There is a poem written by Li Fan."

"Li Fan? That guy really came to the competition? However, according to that guy's style, even if he wants to participate, it won't be so early."

"Indeed, it won't be the same name and surname again, right? Let's take a look at the poem first."

""Transplanting Rice Seedlings"? I understand rice transplanting, but what does the word 'Guan' mean?"

"Hey, don't care what it means. Now I want to know if this poem belongs to Li Fan?"

"Why does this poem feel a little strange. It feels a little ordinary to say it is good. It's just the last sentence, 'Backward turned to be forward', which is quite charming. But if you want to say that he is ordinary, it doesn't seem appropriate."

"Well, I feel the same way. I think this should be a very good poem, but I can't say why."

"So, is this poem really Li Fan's work?"

"It's possible. Doesn't that guy just like to come out with this kind of unintelligible thing?"

"Agree upstairs. That guy must just want us to wonder if this poem is his or not. It's a pity, I saw through it this time. Haha!"

"You don't need to think so much now. This poem should be officially appreciated by famous artists. Let's take a look at the appreciation of famous artists before we talk about it."

"..."

...

The magic capital is still the hotel and the private room.

The "Four Young Masters in Poetry" are still changing cups.

"The submission channel has been open for a while, let me see if there are any good works." After Du Feng finished speaking, he got up and walked to a computer in the private room.

"Brother Du, what's so good about those poems now. It was your time to punish you just now, so don't use excuses to escape." Mo Bai said.

"Hey, Brother Mo. I believe Brother Du is not that kind of person. Let him take a look first, and then come over and be punished." Wang Ling said. After he finished speaking, he said to Du Feng, "Brother Du, do you have any good works? Let's listen to them."

At this time, Du Feng suddenly laughed: "Haha! Guess whose work I saw?"

"Whose?" The other three asked in confusion.

"It belongs to that kid Li Fan. I'd say that kid is nothing to be afraid of. He actually uploaded the work so early. Brother 6, you are so afraid of that guy named Li Fan." Du Feng said with some pride. .

"Uploaded so early?" Both Lu Ran and Wang Ling were puzzled. Even if that kid couldn't compare to himself and others, he wouldn't upload his works at this time. After all, a person with identity!

Mo Bai shook his head and sighed, as if he felt a pity.

"Brother Du, hurry up and let's hear it." Lu Ran urged.

"Okay! Then I'll just recite it. The poem "Transplanting Rice Seedlings", um, the title of the poem is a bit weird. 'I planted the green seedlings all over the field, and when I lowered my head, I could see the sky in the water. The only way is to have a pure heart, and moving backward is actually moving forward. '. Well, that's a good poem. That kid is pretty good at amateurs."

After Du Feng finished reading, the other three were stunned. The poem was better than they thought. However, he soon smiled again. The poem is good, but only good.

Mo Bai drank the wine in the cup, then smiled slightly, and said, "Since that kid's work has been uploaded, I will also take action ahead of time and play with him."

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(To be continued.)