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A city, a residential area.

Lin Yuan stared at the screen on the computer, dumbfounded.

He is 25 years old this year. He left his hometown when he was 20 years old and came to work in this city. For five years, he has not returned home once. It's not that he doesn't want to go back, it's that he doesn't want to go back just like that.

In the past five years, he went out early and returned late. He was diligent and thrifty, but he only saved less than 50,000 yuan. He wanted to wait until one day, after he made a lot of money, he could go back to see his mother, who was getting old.

Only now, this simple picture has touched the longing hidden in his heart. He was dazed. He remembered that when he was 20 years old, when he was about to leave, his mother arranged his clothes for him over and over again, telling him to go home earlier if his life outside was unsatisfactory.

It's just that he was in high spirits at the time, just thinking about going to a big city outside to make a lot of money, he didn't notice his mother's concern and reluctance at all, and he didn't even say goodbye when he left.

Five years have passed in a hurry, and he is no longer the simple high-spirited teenager he used to be. During this period, every time his mother asked him when to go back on the phone, he always said that he would go back when he made money.

At this time, he could always hear his mother's soft sigh on the phone, but he didn't care about it before and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Although he is just an ordinary wage earner, this does not affect his preference for ≠≦long≠≦wind≠≦text≠≦learning, ww○w.cf→wx.∽t poetry. The Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival started from the preliminaries to the present, as long as he has time, he will sit in front of the computer and watch the game. A piece of exquisite poems will bring some comfort to his tired heart.

Today is the first round of the finals. He hurried back home and turned on the computer, but what he saw was such a picture that made him ecstatic.

Just when he was in a trance, the time slowly came to 7 o'clock in the evening.

The interface of the official website of the Huaguo Poetry Association changed again, the title interface disappeared, but replaced with the same competition interface as the group competition. The 32 games are displayed on 7 screens, each with 5 games. The display method is exactly the same as that of the group stage, except that there are only two fields up and down on the last screen.

The 64 participating poets also completed their own works within half an hour. No matter the quality is good or bad, at least no one abstains.

The interface changed, and Lin Yuan also recovered from his daze. He picked up the mouse and switched from interface to interface, wanting to see what kind of works the 64 poets have written.

Maybe such a poem is not easy to write, maybe half an hour is too short. Lin Yuan saw that the quality of most of the works was not very good, at least in the eyes of ordinary audiences like them.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but murmured a poem.

"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.

Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return. Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return……"

Lin Yuan murmured repeatedly. When he was about to leave, his mother's heartfelt remarks, his mother's soft sighs on the phone again and again, kept echoing in his mind, becoming more and more clear. However, Lin Yuan was a little horrified to find that at this time, he could not remember the face of his mother.

Lin Yuan quickly wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to see his mother's face clearly, but he still couldn't see clearly. Five years was enough to turn my mother's temples into white silk, with deep wrinkles on her forehead, and her straight body was already a little rickety.

How could he see clearly?

Suddenly, Lin Yuan stood up and started packing in the room. He decided to take a leave of absence and go home tomorrow. What makes a lot of money, what goes back to have a face, these are not important, these are the cages that you and yourself are putting on yourself.

He finally knew that all his mother was looking forward to day and night was to hope that he would go home!

...

At this time, many people across the country, like Lin Yuan, were reciting this poem repeatedly in a low voice.

The scene just now, coupled with such a poem, made them wet their eyes unconsciously, thinking of their aging mother.

They were in a foreign land, and they took out their mobile phones and dialed the number at home, just to hear the voice of their mother at this time. Some people who hadn't gone home for a long time also made the same decision as Lin Yuan and went home.

...

Maybe it was the picture just now, plus Li Fan's current song "Yan of a Wanderer", which touched the hearts of netizens. Now the atmosphere on the Internet is not warm, and occasionally there are some speeches, but only to express their inner feelings.

Or maybe it's because everyone doesn't have the heart to vote now. Now the number of votes for each participating poet is growing relatively slowly, including Li Fan's "The Wanderer's Song".

...

Beijing, the headquarters of the Huaguo Poetry Association.

Han Zhong sighed and said, "Such a poem is really not easy to write, and the quality of this round of works is generally not high. Our poets are used to reciting the four seasons of the year, the rivers and mountains, and the wind, flowers and snow, but they are not good at this most simple poetry. It's a shame to express emotion."

Bai Yi pondered: "It is indeed difficult to complete such a work in half an hour. I think everyone's feelings are sincere and sincere, but they lack the inspiration to combine them into a poem."

Liu Yuandao: "However, we are lucky in the end. It's enough to get Li Fan's song "The Wandering Son" for this title. In addition, the works of Yan Mu, Mo Bai, Du Feng and a few others are also still available. not bad.”

Han Zhong said with a smile: "Old Liu is right, we can't ask for too much, the works of Li Fan, Yan Mu, Mo Bai are enough. Especially Li Fan's "The Wandering Son", it is simply a picture of this picture. The most perfect interpretation. It seems that Li Fan is not only good at landscape and pastoral, but today he surprised us again.”

Bai Yi nodded and said: "This poem has only six lines and thirty characters. The text is ordinary and the description method is simple. However, the emotions expressed are sincere and natural, which can easily resonate with the wanderers, and will inevitably be widely read by people. ."

...

Beijing, a residential area.

After Yan Mu savoured "The Wanderer's Song" carefully, his face became a little dignified. Li Fan's poem is indeed higher than his own work. Seeing the truth in simplicity, this description method seems simple, but in fact it is very difficult.

This description is also similar to some of Li Fan's previous works. It seems that Li Fan has used this technique to perfection, not only good at landscape and pastoral works.

This made Yan Mu feel that he still underestimated Li Fan before. However, this did not make Yan Mu flinch, but made him excited.

Because, among the younger generation of poets, he has finally found someone who is qualified to be his opponent. The strength of the previous "Four Young Masters in Poetry" was good, but in Yan Mu's eyes, it was not worth his full effort.

Now, when Li Fan's song "The Wanderer's Song" came out, Yan Mu was very excited.

"Then, let me use all my strength to defeat you."

...

Thank you very much, 500 reward for walking in the smoke ring, 588 reward for cigarette poisonous! A monthly pass for Tiandi Buddhism and tongxiang! Today is the third watch. If the national football game tonight is won, tomorrow will be the third watch. Everyone cheers for the national football team! (To be continued.)