Little Farmer Big Star

Beijing, the headquarters of the Huaguo Poetry Association. www. biquige. info

In the president's office. Chairman Han Zhong said: "Old Liu, Lao Bai. The Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair will start tomorrow. This year is the same as in previous years. The main responsibility of hosting the poetry festival is left to you two."

Han Zhong, 45 years old, president of the Huaguo Poetry Association, a famous poet, good at writing seven-character ancient poems. As early as the age of 20, he made his debut with the song "To Friends".

Bai Yi said: "President, don't worry, Lao Liu and I are already familiar with the road."

Liu Yuan also said: "The thing we look forward to the most every year is the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival. This is a grand event shared by hundreds of millions of poetry lovers across the country."

After hearing this, Han Zhong sighed, and said: "Unfortunately, most of the poets, including us, seem to have fallen into a bottleneck in their creation in recent years. It has been a long time since there have been no classic poems published. I hope This year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair will be able to present some classic poems, otherwise it will be a bit ashamed to look forward to so many poetry lovers across the country."

Bai Yi and Liu Yuan also sighed softly. Although the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival is a large-scale event with the common concern of hundreds of millions of poetry lovers. However, as the chairman said, the poets in Huaguo seem to be stuck in some kind of bottleneck. There have been no classic poems in recent Mid-Autumn Poetry Fairs.

Fortunately, the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair is a large-scale event that all people can participate in. As long as you like poetry, as long as you have created your own work, no matter whether your work is good or bad, you can submit it for the competition. In fact, most of the entries each year are from amateur poetry lovers.

They brought their works to the competition, so they didn't expect to enter the second stage of the finalists. Instead, I want to use this platform and opportunity to display my work for everyone to appreciate and evaluate.

Of course, there are also amateurs who have advanced to the second stage of the finalists, and the number is not small.

Therefore, even if there were no classic poems in the recent Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fairs, everyone's enthusiasm is still very high.

However, for Han Zhong, Bai Yi, Liu Yuan and others. Without good poems, it will obviously make such a large-scale competition seem a bit unworthy of its name.

So they urgently hope that there will be good poetry works. Fortunately, this year's hope is likely to become a reality.

Bai Yi said: "The president is right. But there may be surprises this year."

Han Zhongdao: "Is the surprise you are talking about the young man named Li Fan? Is he sure he wants to participate in this poetry meeting?"

Liu Yuan said: "It's that young man.

He has made it clear that he will participate in this poetry meeting. Moreover, the president. In addition to Li Fan, there are several other young people who are also worthy of attention. "

Bai Yi continued, "That's true. Apart from Li Fan, Mo Bai, Du Feng, Wang Ling, and Lu Ran, who are known as the 'Four Young Masters of Poetry', are also more active in the poetry circle recently."

Han Zhong nodded, he naturally knew what Bai Yi said just now about the "four young masters in the poem". Although all four of them are over 30 years old, they are indeed young people in the poetry circle. And I heard that they have been preparing for this poetry meeting for a long time, and they all want to hit the final first place. It is indeed worth looking forward to.

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In the magic capital, in a private room of a certain restaurant.

The four young men were drinking and toasting. All four of them were about thirty-two or three years old. One of them, a rather handsome man in a white shirt, held up a glass full of wine and said, "The three of you have come from afar, and you have worked hard all the way. Come, let me toast you all."

The other three quickly raised their wine glasses, and one of them said: "What did Brother Mo say, I should be the one waiting to respect Brother Mo." The other two also echoed their voices.

Afterwards, the four wine glasses clinked lightly. All four of them drank in one gulp.

These four people are the younger generation of poets who are currently very active in the Chinese poetry circle and known as the "Four Young Poems", Mo Bai, Du Feng, Wang Ling and Lu Ran.

Among them, the man in white shirt is the host of this time, Mo Bai. In addition, Du Feng was wearing a gray retro t-shirt. Wang Ling is wearing a white fashion t-shirt. Lu Ran is wearing a black shirt.

Just looking at the clothes of the four of them, it seems that they are a little out of place. However, in fact, the four of them exchanged cups and cups, which was very lively. It seems quite a strange feeling.

"Brother Mo, you are the most famous among the four of us. The first name in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival this time may already be in Brother Mo's pocket." Du Feng said after drinking a glass of wine.

Wang Ling also echoed with a smile: "Yes, I'm just waiting to accompany the prince to study."

Mo Bai thought deeply in his heart, but he said: "Brother Du, Brother Wang. What are you talking about? Your reputation in the poetry circle is no less than mine. Moreover, I heard that you are doing this for this poetry meeting, but I have been preparing for a long time. I am afraid that there are already several excellent works on the record. This head name must be one of the two."

Du Feng smiled and said: "I dare not compare with Brother Mo. Compared with ours, Brother Mo's preparation time is probably not short, and the first name is Brother Mo's. Of course, Brother Wang also has a chance. Yours That song "Jinshan Night Journey" opened my eyes."

Wang Ling raised his glass to signal to everyone to have a toast before saying, "I don't mind mentioning my humble works. Brother Mo's "Wangcang Mountain Waterfall" and Brother Du's "Lovesickness" are masterpieces of poetry."

After the three of them humbled each other for a while, Lu Ran, who rarely spoke, suddenly said, "You all seem to have forgotten one person."

"Oh? I don't know what Brother Lu is referring to?" Mo Bai asked.

Du Feng also looked puzzled. On the contrary, Wang Ling said thoughtfully: "Brother Lu, are you referring to Li Fan from "Village House"?"

Lu Ran nodded and said, "Exactly. This person may be the biggest dark horse in this poetry fair. He is also our biggest competitor."

Wang Ling nodded solemnly, "Brother Lu is right. I also noticed this person. "Village House" and "Ode to the Goose" are indeed excellent poems, and they have also been praised by two masters, Bai Yi and Liu Yuan. Highly appraised. However, Brother Lu doesn’t need to be too concerned. After all, he is not a professional poet, and it is possible to write one or two excellent works with occasional inspiration. But it is still not comparable to us.”

Lu Ran shook his head and said, "Two of his poems have already been included in elementary school Chinese textbooks, so his strength should not be underestimated."

Du Feng said with disapproval at this time: "Brother Lu also said that what was included was a primary school Chinese textbook. The reason why it was included is mainly because these two poems are easy to understand and are very suitable for elementary school students to learn. Let me tell you about his fairy tale As a writer, how can you compare with me? I am afraid that I have reached my limit to be able to write those two poems. Of course, objectively speaking, these two poems are indeed good. An amateur can write such poems. It’s priceless.”

Mo Bai suddenly said at this time: "Brother Du just said that Li Fan, the author of "Village Residence", is a fairy tale writer. Could it be that he and Li Fan, the author of "Cat and Teacher", are the same person?"

Du Feng asked suspiciously: "Yes! This incident was a big one some time ago. Brother Mo doesn't know?"

Mo Bai smiled and said: "Ashamed, ashamed. I have been busy preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting these days, so I haven't heard about it. I only know that these two poems appeared in this "Children's Poetry Contest". Poetry. I didn’t expect the author to be that kid, let alone he could write poetry. Very good! Very good!”

Hearing what Mo Bai said, Du Feng and the others were puzzled, and asked, "Brother Mo knows him, so what's wrong with him?"

Mo Bai smiled and said: "The three misunderstood. I don't know him well, and we can't talk about any disputes. It's just that he was a little unhappy once."

Du Feng said: "Since it's because of him being a little unhappy, then it's more or less a holiday. Coincidentally, he should also participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting this time. Brother Mo just took this opportunity to avenge the day."

Mo Bai thought it was natural, but said: "Brother Du, don't underestimate this person, no matter what, he is also the first winner of this 'Children's Poetry Contest'."

Du Feng still didn't take it seriously, and said: "That's just because I don't bother to participate in that kind of small competition, otherwise I'm afraid there will be someone else for the title."

Although Lu Ran frowned when he heard everyone say this, he also felt that what they said made sense. Thinking about it, it is very difficult for Li Fan to write two masterpieces as an amateur. The possibility of trying to write another masterpiece is indeed very low. Can't help but slowly relax.

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(To be continued.)