My house collapsed from the top, and the system just came?

In the blink of an eye, more than half of May 3rd has passed.

The long holiday heat wave has just begun.

But for the contestants participating in the "Chinese Prose Contest", today is the last day to submit their essays.

If you miss today, it will be equivalent to giving up your qualification by default.

On the Yilin Forum.

Netizens are still discussing it heatedly.

"This time, many well-known writers participated in the competition."

"Nonsense, the first place is worth five million."

“It is simply a pleasure to read prose written by these well-known writers.”

"Hey, are all Internet writers so bad? No wonder traditional writers look down on Internet writers. The quality of their prose this time alone makes them qualified to look down on them."

"..."

At this moment, only a few hours have passed.

The fifty-four writers of the Writers Association have all reached the top 100 on the voting list.

In other words, fifty-four traditional writers accounted for half of the top 100 in the voting list in less than half a day.

As for the top ten, they won them all!

More than a hundred online writers and tens of thousands of netizens participated in the competition, but no one could break into the top ten.

As for the contestants who have higher votes than traditional writers at this moment, they are temporarily ranked first because of time or the number of fans.

But as time goes by, it is not clear whether their positions can be maintained.

“All the online writers have been wiped out. What a tragedy.”

"This kind of competition has torn away the fig leaf of online writers."

"It's so tragic, it's so tragic."

"..."

On the Internet, when traditional writers crush Internet writers and cause widespread discussion.

Wang Mo finally decided on the article he would upload this time.

What prose praises the ordinary?

What prose praises ordinary plants?

That's it!

Wang Mo opened the word document and wrote four words on the blank first page: "Praise to Poplar".

"The poplar tree is really not ordinary. I praise the poplar tree..."

Being single for more than 20 years is not a guarantee of hand speed.

Less than ten minutes.

This prose of just over a thousand words has been moved from his mind to the document.

After writing it, Wang Mo opened the Yilin Forum and logged into the "Xilou" account.

This account was specially registered for him by Yilin Forum.

This time, all contestants participating in the event, in addition to netizens who have to register themselves, each traditional writer or online writer has his own account and is certified by the forum to distinguish ordinary people.

soon.

Wang Mo posted his article in the event area.

at the same time.

Yilin Forum.

Lao Gao, who had been paying attention to the forum, immediately received a message: Xilou finally uploaded his work!

"Let me first see how good he is at writing prose."

Lao Gao did not tell the editor-in-chief Hu Ji immediately, but immediately opened Xilou's account.

At first glance, I saw the title.

""Praise to Poplar"?"

When Lao Gao saw it, a smile appeared on his lips.

As a person from the northwest, how could he not know what kind of plant poplar is?

This stuff can be found everywhere in the northwest.

No different than grass.

What special thing can you write about this?

It’s not possible to choose a topic!

There was already a hint of disapproval on Lao Gao's face.

Soon, he saw the first sentence of the prose: "The poplar tree is really not ordinary. I praise the poplar tree!"

"Ha ha!"

Lao Gao laughed out loud.

Brother, who doesn’t know that poplar trees are ordinary and extraordinary?

Do I need you to point out the extraordinary?

And you have to praise it.

Ouch, what kind of trick is this?

Sure enough, it is a joke for a poet master to write prose.

Hearing Lao Gao's laughter, an editor next to him leaned over and said, "Lao Gao, why are you laughing so happily?"

Lao Gao casually said: "It is the work of Xi Lou, the so-called most talented person on the Internet. At first, I was a little worried about what threat he would pose to the writers of our Writers Association. After all, this person is indeed very accomplished in poetry. Unexpectedly, The prose he writes is... ahem, you'll know after you read it."

The editor heard this and looked intently.

A few seconds later, like Lao Gao, he laughed out loud as expected: "And in order to prove that the poplar tree is extraordinary, you insist on saying that it is extraordinary? Hahaha, what kind of brain circuit is this?"

The two of them continued to watch with smiles on their faces.

"The car is running on the plateau with endless horizons. What jumps into your field of vision is a large patchwork of yellow and green carpet. The yellow is soil, uncultivated wasteland, which was successfully accumulated by the great natural forces hundreds of thousands of years ago. The shell of the Loess Plateau; the green ones are the result of human labor overcoming nature, and are wheat fields..."

Lao Gao nodded secretly after reading this long paragraph, because the description was quite good.

But they are all descriptions of scenery in the northwest.

What about the poplar trees?

Where is the poplar tree that you want to praise in the west building?

I'm off topic.

Brother!

However, at this time.

here we go!

"That's the poplar tree. It's a very common tree in the Northwest, but it's really not an ordinary tree."

"It's a tree that strives to reach the top, with straight trunks and straight branches."

"It has no whirling posture, no bending and circling branches. Maybe you want to say that it is not beautiful. If beauty refers specifically to "whirlpooling" or "escaping sideways", then the poplar tree cannot be counted. A good woman in the tree; but she is majestic, upright, simple, serious, and not lacking in gentleness, not to mention her indomitableness and uprightness, she is a great husband among the trees!"

See here.

The mocking and disapproving smile that had just appeared on Lao Gao's face had solidified inadvertently.

His eyes gradually widened.

The mouth is slightly open.

This...is this Xilou's prose?

As for the editor next to him, his pupils shrank and his face showed shock.

Being able to become the editor of Yilin Forum means that their writing skills are already very deep. Especially the level of appreciation of articles is even better than that of many writers.

now.

The two have discovered that this piece of prose seems to be far less simple than they imagined.

The text seems plain, without any rhetoric, but it reveals an unusual charm.

"When you walk on the plateau where the snow has just melted and see such a tree or a row of poplar trees standing proudly on the flat land, don't you think the trees are just trees? Don't you think of its simplicity and seriousness? Being strong and unyielding at least symbolizes the farmers in the north..."

"I praise the poplar tree because it not only symbolizes the farmers in the north, but especially the simplicity, strength, and progressive spirit that were indispensable in our national liberation struggle."

"Let those who look down on the people, despise the people, and stubbornly regress, praise the aristocratic nanmu (which also has straight and straight trunks) and despise the poplar which is very common and easy to grow, but I want to speak loudly Praise the poplar trees!”

An essay of just over a thousand words.

For a literary editor, it can basically be read in two or three minutes.

But this time.

Both Lao Gao and the editor next to him were stunned for nearly ten minutes, both of them still staring at the computer in a daze.

Is this a prose written by Xi Lou?

Is this "Praise to Baiyang" written by Xilou?

At this moment, the two of them were completely silent.

Even the expression on his face became dull.

If Wang Mo were here, he would definitely be condescending and sneer.

Do you continue to ridicule?

Do you continue to be disdainful?

Actually looked down upon him.

Thought he couldn't write prose.

Well... he really doesn't.

But he has a system!

I can't scare you to death.

After all, the piece "Praise to Topol" presented by Wang Mo is a representative work of contradictions by a great writer!

The text of "Praise to the Poplar" looks very simple and unpretentious throughout, as if it is as ordinary as the poplar trees that can be seen everywhere. There is no rhetoric, no display of beauty and nobility.

However, this is such an article, but it is not really written about poplar trees. Instead, it praises the hard-working and simple people, the great revolutionary martyrs, and the risk-taking spirit of countless unknown heroes through poplar trees.

How can they not be shocked by articles like this?

certainly.

In fact, the prose written by other writers more or less has some moral meaning.

for example:

Rose flowers symbolize a pure girl.

The thin-leaf cold orchid symbolizes the noble princess.

But in front of the seemingly simple but extremely noble moral of "Praise to the Poplar", the moral of those prose is not worth mentioning.

finally.

Lao Gao and the editor came to their senses and looked at each other for a long time.

The editor said solemnly: "This... this prose?"

Lao Gao did not answer, but calmed down and said to the editor: "Go and invite the editor-in-chief."

"yes."

The editor quickly stood up and ran towards the editor-in-chief's office with a complicated expression.

Not long after.

Editor-in-chief Hu Ji came to Lao Gao: "Lao Gao, are you looking for me?"

Lao Gao nodded and pointed at the computer: "Mr. Hu, Xilou's prose has been sent out. Do you want to take a look?"

"oh?"

Hu Ji looked at the computer screen with curiosity in his eyes.

After a while, a strange look appeared on his face. He was obviously stimulated by the title and beginning of Xilou's essay. But seeing Lao Gao's serious face, he suppressed his thoughts and continued to read.

At this sight, the expression on Hu Ji's face began to become increasingly unstable.

A few minutes later.

Hu Jicai raised his head, his eyes already full of complexity: "It...is it really Xilou's prose?"

Lao Gao: "It's absolutely true."

Hu Ji: "This..."

His heart began to churn.

The deeper you study the history of literature, the more extraordinary you will be able to see this article.

Therefore, as the editor-in-chief, Hu Ji was even more deeply moved than Lao Gao after reading "Praise to Baiyang".

When Lao Gao saw the strange look on Hu Ji's face, his already worried heart became even more uneasy: "Mr. Hu, what should we do now? We must not overturn the situation."

Because the bonuses this time are all unwarranted rewards.

Even if this article "Praise to Poplar" enters the tenth place in the voting list, the bonus will be as high as 200,000.

It's simply not something their Yilin Forum can bear.

Therefore, Lao Gao is particularly worried at this moment that the number of votes for "Praise to Topol" will explode.

Hu Ji hasn't spoken yet.

Lao Gao subconsciously refreshed the page.

His expression suddenly changed: "Damn it, it's already exploded!"