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Fang Jing landed on the official website of the Chinese Writers Association. The second stage of the competition was hosted by the Chinese Writers Association. Contestants' submissions will naturally also be posted to the official website of the Chinese Writers Association.
In the information prompt window, Fang Jing and others saw that there were two new submissions. The remarks are Li Fan, Funan Division.
"It's another prose and an ancient poem. This kid really doesn't give up." Lin Hai shook his head.
"A Praise to the Poplar? Praise the poplar tree? What is there to praise such an ordinary poplar tree. This kid has abandoned himself?" Fang Jing sneered.
"Lao Fang, hurry up and let us appreciate it. Maybe it's another masterpiece." The irony in Lin Hai's words is very obvious.
"Success, then appreciate the masterpiece." Fang Jing smiled and clicked on the article.
...
Beijing, the office building of the Chinese Writers Association.
Director Yu Qiu frowned and asked, "Xiao Lin, hasn't Li Fan from the Funan Division uploaded a work yet?"
Seeing that the deadline for submission is approaching, Yu Qiu can't help but feel a little worried. He also looked forward to Li Fan being able to create two more excellent articles.
A few days ago, Yu Qiu was also very surprised when he learned that Li Fan, the author of "Spring" and "Village House", was the young fairy tale writer Li Fan. He also wondered why Li Fan is so young, but has such deep attainments in prose and poetry.
But doubts go to doubts. Yu Qiu didn't believe in the "Li Fan looking for a shooter" incident that had been hotly speculated a few days ago. An intuition told him that those two works belonged to Li Fan himself.
That's why he is full of expectations for Li Fan's second stage works. It's just that at this time, Li Fan hasn't submitted any works yet. Yu Qiu couldn't help frowning, is it true that the rumors are true? Is your instinct wrong?
wrong! Yu Qing shook his head. He believed in his instincts and Li Fan. I haven't uploaded it yet, maybe I haven't found inspiration yet, Yu Qing thought. After all, an excellent work needs inspiration.
However, at this time, the secretary Lin Yu suddenly said: "Chairman, Li Fan's work has come up."
"It's coming up?" Yu Qiu's eyes lit up, his expression relaxed, and he hurriedly refreshed the web page on the computer. Sure enough, I saw two works by Li Fan.
"A Praise to the White Poplar"? Yu Qiu also frowned slightly. Obviously he didn't think the poplar tree had any compliments. However, in response to the expectation of Li Fan in his heart, he still looked at it seriously.
"The poplar tree is really not ordinary, I praise the poplar tree!
The car is running on a plateau that is beyond sight, and what plunges into your field of vision is a large blanket of yellow and green intricate. The yellow is the soil, the uncultivated virgin soil, the shell of the Loess Plateau that was successfully piled up by great natural forces hundreds of thousands of years ago; the green is the fruit of human labor over nature, it is the wheat field..."
As soon as he read the beginning, Yu Qiu's frowning brows instantly relaxed. A vast, flat, brightly-colored plateau picture rushes over. Yu Qiu couldn't help closing his eyes, reveling in the poetry and song.
This is definitely an essay not under "Spring". Yu Qiu was inexplicably surprised, and he slowly read down little by little. I'm afraid to finish reading this article.
"The gentle wind blows, turning rounds of green waves-at this time you will truly admire the two characters "Mai Lang" made by the past. If it is not a coincidence, it is indeed the essence of tempered language... …"
"'Mai Lang', the word is used so wonderfully, it's so wonderful!" Yu Qiu couldn't help high-fiving and praised.
He couldn't help but think of such a picture: the Loess Plateau, the green wheat fields are vast. A gust of wind blows, all the wheat stalks float with the wind, and the green waves buckle together, swinging into the distance...
nice! It's so beautiful!
"Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous, if not for the Lianfeng, which is like a distant mountain side by side, reminded you, you would have forgotten that the car was driving on the plateau..."
Yellow and green are boundless. Yu Qiu continued to look down with excitement.
"At this time, your feelings may be'majestic', or'great', and so on. At the same time, your eyes may feel a little tired. You close your eyes to the current'majesty' or'greatness'. Another smell grows in your heart-'monotonous'. Isn't it? Monotonous, a little bit..."
monotonous? How can such a magnificent picture be monotonous? Yu Qiu frowned when she read this.
Such a magnificent picture scroll, the emotion that has been lingering in the reader's heart from the beginning, is instantly destroyed by this sentence.
Why is this happening? Yu Qiu couldn't understand. Could it be that Li Fan is too young after all, with limited pen ability, and can't control the text behind it? If this is the case, it would be a shame. Such a classic beginning, but is it going to be so unfinished?
Yu Qiu sighed regretfully, shaking his head. But I still continue to look down.
"But in an instant, if you suddenly raised your eyes and saw a row far ahead—no, or even just three or five, a tree that stands proudly like a sentinel, then your drowsy sleepy What's the mood? I yelled in surprise at that time.
That is the poplar tree, a very common tree in the northwest, but it is not an ordinary tree..."
At this shocking turning point, Yu Qiu's expression was agitated. "In an instant," "raised eyes sharply", the poplar tree appeared!
When Yu Qiu read the words "raise eyes fiercely", he also conditioned his eyes sharply to look up. It's as if I have seen it... well, okay. He didn't see the poplar tree, all he saw was his female secretary, staring at him curiously.
Yu Qiu coughed and looked away. Soon he was immersed in the shock brought by this earth-shattering turn. The magnificent picture description in the previous article is actually just paving the way for the appearance of the poplar tree.
This kind of description is not unbelievable, and the requirements for writing skills are also very high. Li Fan, a young man, really dare to write.
Since everything in front is paving the way for poplar trees, what kind of tree would such a poplar tree be? Yu Qiu seemed to feel that something was coming.
"That's a tree striving for the top, with straight stems and straight branches. Its stems are usually tall, as if artificially, and there are no offshoots within ten feet. All of its branches, All upwards, and close together, as if artificially, they become a bunch, without escaping horizontally... This is a kind of tree that keeps standing stubbornly under the pressure of the north wind and snow. Only the bowl is thick and thin, but it strives to develop upwards, reaching up to two feet high, standing tall, unrelenting, and resisting the northwest wind.
This is the poplar tree, a very common tree in the northwest, but it is by no means an ordinary tree! ..."
Yu Qiu couldn't help but clap again in admiration. This seemingly simple and casual description, but the appearance, color and character of the poplar tree are very vivid and vivid.
The poplar tree is indeed an ordinary, but by no means ordinary tree!
Li Fan, this young man has another classic prose after "Spring." Not easy!
At this time, Yu Qiu could only say so emotionally!
...
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Fang Jing landed on the official website of the Chinese Writers Association. The second stage of the competition was hosted by the Chinese Writers Association. Contestants' submissions will naturally also be posted to the official website of the Chinese Writers Association.
In the information prompt window, Fang Jing and others saw that there were two new submissions. The remarks are Li Fan, Funan Division.
"It's another prose and an ancient poem. This kid really doesn't give up." Lin Hai shook his head.
"A Praise to the Poplar? Praise the poplar tree? What is there to praise such an ordinary poplar tree. This kid has abandoned himself?" Fang Jing sneered.
"Lao Fang, hurry up and let us appreciate it. Maybe it's another masterpiece." The irony in Lin Hai's words is very obvious.
"Success, then appreciate the masterpiece." Fang Jing smiled and clicked on the article.
...
Beijing, the office building of the Chinese Writers Association.
Director Yu Qiu frowned and asked, "Xiao Lin, hasn't Li Fan from the Funan Division uploaded a work yet?"
Seeing that the deadline for submission is approaching, Yu Qiu can't help but feel a little worried. He also looked forward to Li Fan being able to create two more excellent articles.
A few days ago, Yu Qiu was also very surprised when he learned that Li Fan, the author of "Spring" and "Village House", was the young fairy tale writer Li Fan. He also wondered why Li Fan is so young, but has such deep attainments in prose and poetry.
But doubts go to doubts. Yu Qiu didn't believe in the "Li Fan looking for a shooter" incident that had been hotly speculated a few days ago. An intuition told him that those two works belonged to Li Fan himself.
That's why he is full of expectations for Li Fan's second stage works. It's just that at this time, Li Fan hasn't submitted any works yet. Yu Qiu couldn't help frowning, is it true that the rumors are true? Is your instinct wrong?
wrong! Yu Qing shook his head. He believed in his instincts and Li Fan. I haven't uploaded it yet, maybe I haven't found inspiration yet, Yu Qing thought. After all, an excellent work needs inspiration.
However, at this time, the secretary Lin Yu suddenly said: "Chairman, Li Fan's work has come up."
"It's coming up?" Yu Qiu's eyes lit up, his expression relaxed, and he hurriedly refreshed the web page on the computer. Sure enough, I saw two works by Li Fan.
"A Praise to the White Poplar"? Yu Qiu also frowned slightly. Obviously he didn't think the poplar tree had any compliments. However, in response to the expectation of Li Fan in his heart, he still looked at it seriously.
"The poplar tree is really not ordinary, I praise the poplar tree!
The car is running on a plateau that is beyond sight, and what plunges into your field of vision is a large blanket of yellow and green intricate. The yellow is the soil, the uncultivated virgin soil, the shell of the Loess Plateau that was successfully piled up by great natural forces hundreds of thousands of years ago; the green is the fruit of human labor over nature, it is the wheat field..."
As soon as he read the beginning, Yu Qiu's frowning brows instantly relaxed. A vast, flat, brightly-colored plateau picture rushes over. Yu Qiu couldn't help closing his eyes, reveling in the poetry and song.
This is definitely an essay not under "Spring". Yu Qiu was inexplicably surprised, and he slowly read down little by little. I'm afraid to finish reading this article.
"The gentle wind blows, turning rounds of green waves-at this time you will truly admire the two characters "Mai Lang" made by the past. If it is not a coincidence, it is indeed the essence of tempered language... …"
"'Mai Lang', the word is used so wonderfully, it's so wonderful!" Yu Qiu couldn't help high-fiving and praised.
He couldn't help but think of such a picture: the Loess Plateau, the green wheat fields are vast. A gust of wind blows, all the wheat stalks float with the wind, and the green waves buckle together, swinging into the distance...
nice! It's so beautiful!
"Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous, if not for the Lianfeng, which is like a distant mountain side by side, reminded you, you would have forgotten that the car was driving on the plateau..."
Yellow and green are boundless. Yu Qiu continued to look down with excitement.
"At this time, your feelings may be'majestic', or'great', and so on. At the same time, your eyes may feel a little tired. You close your eyes to the current'majesty' or'greatness'. Another smell grows in your heart-'monotonous'. Isn't it? Monotonous, a little bit..."
monotonous? How can such a magnificent picture be monotonous? Yu Qiu frowned when she read this.
Such a magnificent picture scroll, the emotion that has been lingering in the reader's heart from the beginning, is instantly destroyed by this sentence.
Why is this happening? Yu Qiu couldn't understand. Could it be that Li Fan is too young after all, with limited pen ability, and can't control the text behind it? If this is the case, it would be a shame. Such a classic beginning, but is it going to be so unfinished?
Yu Qiu sighed regretfully, shaking his head. But I still continue to look down.
"But in an instant, if you suddenly raised your eyes and saw a row far ahead—no, or even just three or five, a tree that stands proudly like a sentinel, then your drowsy sleepy What's the mood? I yelled in surprise at that time.
That is the poplar tree, a very common tree in the northwest, but it is not an ordinary tree..."
At this shocking turning point, Yu Qiu's expression was agitated. "In an instant," "raised eyes sharply", the poplar tree appeared!
When Yu Qiu read the words "raise eyes fiercely", he also conditioned his eyes sharply to look up. It's as if I have seen it... well, okay. He didn't see the poplar tree, all he saw was his female secretary, staring at him curiously.
Yu Qiu coughed and looked away. Soon he was immersed in the shock brought by this earth-shattering turn. The magnificent picture description in the previous article is actually just paving the way for the appearance of the poplar tree.
This kind of description is not unbelievable, and the requirements for writing skills are also very high. Li Fan, a young man, really dare to write.
Since everything in front is paving the way for poplar trees, what kind of tree would such a poplar tree be? Yu Qiu seemed to feel that something was coming.
"That's a tree striving for the top, with straight stems and straight branches. Its stems are usually tall, as if artificially, and there are no offshoots within ten feet. All of its branches, All upwards, and close together, as if artificially, they become a bunch, without escaping horizontally... This is a kind of tree that keeps standing stubbornly under the pressure of the north wind and snow. Only the bowl is thick and thin, but it strives to develop upwards, reaching up to two feet high, standing tall, unrelenting, and resisting the northwest wind.
This is the poplar tree, a very common tree in the northwest, but it is by no means an ordinary tree! ..."
Yu Qiu couldn't help but clap again in admiration. This seemingly simple and casual description, but the appearance, color and character of the poplar tree are very vivid and vivid.
The poplar tree is indeed an ordinary, but by no means ordinary tree!
Li Fan, this young man has another classic prose after "Spring." Not easy!
At this time, Yu Qiu could only say so emotionally!
...
Fang Jing landed on the official website of the Chinese Writers Association. The second stage of the competition was hosted by the Chinese Writers Association. Contestants' submissions will naturally also be posted to the official website of the Chinese Writers Association.In the information prompt window, Fang Jing and others saw that there were two new submissions. The remarks are Li Fan, Funan Division."It's another prose and an ancient poem. This kid really doesn't give up." Lin Hai shook his head."A Praise to the Poplar? Praise the poplar tree? What is there to praise such an ordinary poplar tree. This kid has abandoned himself?" Fang Jing sneered."Lao Fang, hurry up and let us appreciate it. Maybe it's another masterpiece." The irony in Lin Hai's words is very obvious."Success, then appreciate the masterpiece." Fang Jing smiled and clicked on the article....Beijing, the office building of the Chinese Writers Association.Director Yu Qiu frowned and asked, "Xiao Lin, hasn't Li Fan from the Funan Division uploaded a work yet?"Seeing that the deadline for submission is approaching, Yu Qiu can't help but feel a little worried. He also looked forward to Li Fan being able to create two more excellent articles.A few days ago, Yu Qiu was also very surprised when he learned that Li Fan, the author of "Spring" and "Village House", was the young fairy tale writer Li Fan. He also wondered why Li Fan is so young, but has such deep attainments in prose and poetry.But doubts go to doubts. Yu Qiu didn't believe in the "Li Fan looking for a shooter" incident that had been hotly speculated a few days ago. An intuition told him that those two works belonged to Li Fan himself.That's why he is full of expectations for Li Fan's second stage works. It's just that at this time, Li Fan hasn't submitted any works yet. Yu Qiu couldn't help frowning, is it true that the rumors are true? Is your instinct wrong?wrong! Yu Qing shook his head. He believed in his instincts and Li Fan. I haven't uploaded it yet, maybe I haven't found inspiration yet, Yu Qing thought. After all, an excellent work needs inspiration.However, at this time, the secretary Lin Yu suddenly said: "Chairman, Li Fan's work has come up.""It's coming up?" Yu Qiu's eyes lit up, his expression relaxed, and he hurriedly refreshed the web page on the computer. Sure enough, I saw two works by Li Fan."A Praise to the White Poplar"? Yu Qiu also frowned slightly. Obviously he didn't think the poplar tree had any compliments. However, in response to the expectation of Li Fan in his heart, he still looked at it seriously."The poplar tree is really not ordinary, I praise the poplar tree!The car is running on a plateau that is beyond sight, and what plunges into your field of vision is a large blanket of yellow and green intricate. The yellow is the soil, the uncultivated virgin soil, the shell of the Loess Plateau that was successfully piled up by great natural forces hundreds of thousands of years ago; the green is the fruit of human labor over nature, it is the wheat field..."As soon as he read the beginning, Yu Qiu's frowning brows instantly relaxed. A vast, flat, brightly-colored plateau picture rushes over. Yu Qiu couldn't help closing his eyes, reveling in the poetry and song.This is definitely an essay not under "Spring". Yu Qiu was inexplicably surprised, and he slowly read down little by little. I'm afraid to finish reading this article."The gentle wind blows, turning rounds of green waves-at this time you will truly admire the two characters "Mai Lang" made by the past. If it is not a coincidence, it is indeed the essence of tempered language... ""'Mai Lang', the word is used so wonderfully, it's so wonderful!" Yu Qiu couldn't help high-fiving and praised.He couldn't help but think of such a picture: the Loess Plateau, the green wheat fields are vast. A gust of wind blows, all the wheat stalks float with the wind, and the green waves buckle together, swinging into the distance...nice! It's so beautiful!"Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous, if not for the Lianfeng, which is like a distant mountain side by side, reminded you, you would have forgotten that the car was driving on the plateau..."Yellow and green are boundless. Yu Qiu continued to look down with excitement."At this time, your feelings may be'majestic', or'great', and so on. At the same time, your eyes may feel a little tired. You close your eyes to the current'majesty' or'greatness'. Another smell grows in your heart-'monotonous'. Isn't it? Monotonous, a little bit..."monotonous? How can such a magnificent picture be monotonous? Yu Qiu frowned when she read this.Such a magnificent picture scroll, the emotion that has been lingering in the reader's heart from the beginning, is instantly destroyed by this sentence.Why is this happening? Yu Qiu couldn't understand. Could it be that Li Fan is too young after all, with limited pen ability, and can't control the text behind it? If this is the case, it would be a shame. Such a classic beginning, but is it going to be so unfinished?Yu Qiu sighed regretfully, shaking his head. But I still continue to look down."But in an instant, if you suddenly raised your eyes and saw a row far aheadno, or even just three or five, a tree that stands proudly like a sentinel, then your drowsy sleepy What's the mood? I yelled in surprise at that time.That is the poplar tree, a very common tree in the northwest, but it is not an ordinary tree..."At this shocking turning point, Yu Qiu's expression was agitated. "In an instant," "raised eyes sharply", the poplar tree appeared!When Yu Qiu read the words "raise eyes fiercely", he also conditioned his eyes sharply to look up. It's as if I have seen it... well, okay. He didn't see the poplar tree, all he saw was his female secretary, staring at him curiously.Yu Qiu coughed and looked away. Soon he was immersed in the shock brought by this earth-shattering turn. The magnificent picture description in the previous article is actually just paving the way for the appearance of the poplar tree.This kind of description is not unbelievable, and the requirements for writing skills are also very high. Li Fan, a young man, really dare to write.Since everything in front is paving the way for poplar trees, what kind of tree would such a poplar tree be? Yu Qiu seemed to feel that something was coming."That's a tree striving for the top, with straight stems and straight branches. Its stems are usually tall, as if artificially, and there are no offshoots within ten feet. All of its branches, All upwards, and close together, as if artificially, they become a bunch, without escaping horizontally... This is a kind of tree that keeps standing stubbornly under the pressure of the north wind and snow. Only the bowl is thick and thin, but it strives to develop upwards, reaching up to two feet high, standing tall, unrelenting, and resisting the northwest wind.This is the poplar tree, a very common tree in the northwest, but it is by no means an ordinary tree! ..."Yu Qiu couldn't help but clap again in admiration. This seemingly simple and casual description, but the appearance, color and character of the poplar tree are very vivid and vivid.The poplar tree is indeed an ordinary, but by no means ordinary tree!Li Fan, this young man has another classic prose after "Spring." Not easy!At this time, Yu Qiu could only say so emotionally!...
