Little Farmer Big Star

A certain city, a certain residential area. www. biquige. info

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

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

In the past five years, he left early and returned late, worked diligently and frugally, but only saved less than 50,000 yuan. He wanted to wait until one day, when he earned a lot of money, he would go back in a good time, and then go back to visit his aging mother.

But now, this simple picture touched the thoughts hidden in his heart. He was dazed, and he remembered that when he was 20 years old, before he left, his mother arranged his clothes over and over again, and told him to go home early if he had a bad time outside.

It's just that he was high-spirited at that time, only thinking about going to the big cities outside to earn 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 passed by in a hurry, and he was no longer the simple high-spirited boy he was back then. During this period, every time his mother asked him when he would go back on the phone, he always said that he would go back when he earned money.

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

Although he is just an ordinary wage earner, this does not affect his preference for poetry. The Mid-Autumn Festival will start from the preliminaries to the present, as long as he has time, he will sit in front of the computer and watch the game. The exquisite poems one after another will bring some comfort to his tired heart.

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

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

The interface of the Huaguo Poetry Association's official website changed again. The topic interface disappeared, and it was replaced with the same competition interface as the group competition. The 32 games are displayed on 7 screens, each screen has 5 games, and the display method is exactly the same as that of the group match, except that there are only two competition fields on the last screen.

The 64 participating poets also completed their works within half an hour. For better or worse, at least not a single person abstained.

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 had written.

Maybe this kind of poem is not easy to write, maybe half an hour is too short. Lin Yuan saw that most of the works were of poor quality,

At least not in the eyes of ordinary viewers like them.

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

"Mother hands line, wandering clothing.

Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.

Whoever says the grass-inch heart will get three Chunhui.

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

Lin Yuan repeatedly whispered, his mother's earnest exhortations when he was about to leave, and his mother's soft sighs on the phone again and again, echoed in his mind non-stop, becoming more and more clear. However, Lin Yuan was a little horrified to find that at this moment, he could not remember his mother's face clearly.

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

How could he see clearly?

Suddenly, Lin Yuan stood up and began to pack things in the room. He decided to ask for leave and go home tomorrow. It doesn't matter what makes a lot of money, what makes you face when you go back, these are all cages you put on yourself.

He finally knew that what his mother was looking forward to day and night was only for him to 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 their eyes wet unconsciously, reminding them of their elderly mother.

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

...

Perhaps it was the picture just now, plus Li Fan's current song "Wandering Zi Yin", which touched the hearts of netizens. Now the atmosphere on the Internet is not enthusiastic, and occasionally some speeches are just to express my inner feelings.

Or maybe it's because everyone doesn't have much thought to vote now, and the number of votes for each participating poet is growing slowly, including Li Fan's "Wandering Ziyin".

...

Beijing, the headquarters of the Huaguo Poetry Association.

Han Zhong sighed lightly and said: "Such poems are really not easy to write. The quality of this round of works is generally not high. Our poets are used to singing the four seasons of the year, rivers, mountains, and wind, flowers, snow and moon, but they are not good at this most simple It’s a pity to express emotion.”

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

Liu Yuandao: "However, we are still lucky after all. It is enough to get Li Fan's "Wandering Zi Yin" for this topic. In addition, the works of Yan Mu, Mo Bai, Du Feng, etc. Not bad."

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

Bai Yi nodded and said, "This poem has only six lines and thirty characters. The words are ordinary and the description techniques are simple. However, the emotions expressed are sincere and natural, which can easily arouse the sympathy of wanderers, and will definitely be widely read by people. .”

...

Beijing, a residential area.

After Yan Mu savored "Wandering Zi Yin" carefully, his face was a little dignified. Li Fan's poem is indeed higher than his own works. Seeing the truth in simplicity, this description method seems simple, but it is actually very difficult.

This method of description is also similar to some of Li Fan's previous works. It seems that Li Fan has mastered this technique with great proficiency, and he is 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 excited him instead.

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

Now, when Li Fan's "Wandering Zi Yin" comes out, Yan Mu is very excited.

"Then let me try my best to defeat you."

...

Thank you very much, 500 rewards for smoking ring walk, 588 rewards for poisonous cigarettes! Monthly pass for Tiandi Buddhism and Tongxiang! Today is the third shift, if tonight's national football game is won, tomorrow will be the third shift. Everyone cheer for the national football team! (To be continued.)