Little Farmer Big Star

In the evening, after dinner. Li Fan went back to his room and turned on his computer, ready to go online to see who his opponent in the first knockout round was.

Wantao? Li Fan has a little impression that he is the author of the eighth group of group plug. The strength is good, and I advanced to the finals as the second place in the group.

Immediately, Li Fan visited the poetry world again, and the enthusiasm of netizens was also getting higher and higher.

"It's the finals, and people are eliminated every day. It sounds cruel, but why am I so excited?"

"Holy shit, there's a violent tendency upstairs. Well, I'm actually pretty excited too."

"This Wan Tao is really unlucky. He met Li Fan in the first round, and now he is going to play in the final round."

"This is not necessarily the case. There are many variables in completing the proposition and poetry within half an hour."

"Wantao isn't the most unlucky yet. Li Yue, who qualified first in the second group, met Yan Mu in the first round. This is the most unlucky."

"Yanmu? That was last year's championship. If you meet Li Fan, who is stronger and who is weaker?"

"Under the competition system of the finals, it is estimated that Yan Mu is slightly better. After all, he is ten years older than Li Fan, and his qualifications and experience are better."

"..."

Yan Mu? It seems that netizens agree with the strength of this Yanmu very much. Li Fan saw that the names mentioned by netizens most frequently were himself and Yan Mu, followed by Mo Bai and others.

It seems that last year's championship winner seems to be very strong. Good, that's what makes it interesting.

...

Magic City, a residential area.

"The grouping situation in the first round has come out. Our luck seems to be good, and we did not encounter the situation of killing each other." Mo Bai said with a smile.

Lu Ran nodded and said, "Not only that, we haven't met Li Fan yet."

Wang Ling shook her head and said, "Brother Lu, don't forget the rules of the finals. Even if you meet that kid Li Fan, it's still unclear who will win."

Du Feng smiled and said, "That's true. I really hope to meet Li Fan again, and do it again with a real knife and a real gun."

Mo Bai said: "Don't worry, we will always meet him. Unless he is eliminated in the first round. But this is unlikely."

"Of course!" The other three nodded at the same time.

...

On September 9, Li Fan had an early dinner after a busy day. At 6:20 pm, I sat in front of the computer and waited for the start of the first knockout round.

The knockout stage is different from the group stage. In the group stage, you only need to upload the entries in advance, and it doesn’t matter if anyone is there during the match. Not in the knockout round. At least half an hour between 6:30 and 7:00 must be there, otherwise, you will be eliminated directly.

In fact, there will be one or two in each competition. It is a pity that those who did not submit their works in time were eliminated from the competition.

Li Fan didn't want to be eliminated like this.

The remaining 63 contestants apparently thought so too, and they all sat down at their computers, waiting for the game to start.

Netizens are also very punctual.

It's just that while they were waiting, they kept talking.

"It's about to start, I don't know what the first question is?"

"Who knows, it's different every year."

"I'll see it in a few minutes, let's wait and see."

"..."

In the midst of all the attention, the time came to 6:30 in the evening.

The interface of the official website of the Huaguo Poetry Association changed, and the title of the first round of the knockout round appeared on the official website.

At this point, there was nothing else on the entire official website except this question and the one-and-a-half-hour countdown sign.

At this time, both the contestants and countless netizens were all invigorated and carefully observed this topic.

Li Fan is no exception.

This is a painting, and it looks like a poem is about to be written based on the content of the painting.

In the picture is an ordinary farmhouse. adobe walls, thatched roof, some shabby fences all around

, showing that the family was not wealthy. A middle-aged woman sat at the door of the house, a piece of clothing spread out on her knees, her left hand was stroking the face of the clothes, and her right hand was holding a sewing needle, as if she was sewing the clothes densely.

Not far from the middle-aged woman, a young man in his 20s was packing a bag and seemed to be going away. The man was not wearing a coat, and his coat should be the one the middle-aged woman was sewing.

Beyond the fence gate, a winding path leads into the distance...

This is the content of the whole picture. The picture is not complicated. A young man is about to go away, and her mother is sewing his clothes.

Li Fan's eyes narrowed, and there were faint tears.

At this time, many people understood this picture.

"It's a poem to my mother, and that's the title of the first knockout round of the year."

"I think many of us have had this experience, mother... At this time, my eyes are a little wet."

"Yeah, as soon as this question came out, it reminded us of our mother. However, this kind of poem is not easy to write."

"Well, it's easy to write a letter to my mother, but it's not easy to write a poem."

"..."

Beijing, the headquarters of the Huaguo Poetry Association.

"President, this question seems to make everyone's atmosphere a little dignified." Bai Yi said.

Han Zhong nodded and said, "This is a scene that many of us have experienced, and it will naturally arouse some memories and sadness. However, this question is very meaningful. Writing a poem dedicated to my mother is something that every one of us has. What a poet should do."

Liu Yuan also nodded and said, "That's true. We can write more questions like this in the future. It's just that such poems are really difficult to write, and everyone is probably going to be troubled."

Bai Yi said: "If it's easy to write, it won't be called the finals. Everyone is an elite who came out of the siege, let's wait and see."

...

"a poem to my mother."

People of different ages and experiences should have different feelings about this picture. But no matter how they feel, it does not affect their expectations for this round of competition.

What kind of answers will each of the 64 contestants give?

At this time, Zheng Jie, Yu Qiu, Tang Quan, Su Qing, Tang Ying and others also looked at the screen on the computer and remained silent.

...

Li Fan clearly remembers the day he left the village when he went to college in his previous life. Just like the mother in the picture, his mother sat at the door of the main room and carefully mended his clothes.

A few years later, before he had time to repay, he had already arrived in this life. Fortunately, God treats him well. Whether it is in the past or this life, his mother has not changed, and everything is still in time.

He gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and wrote this poem on the computer:

Mother hands line, wandering clothing.

Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.

Whoever says that an inch of grass has a heart will report San Chunhui.

...

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(To be continued.)