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A certain city, a certain residential area.
Lin Yuan looked at the screen on the computer in a daze.
He is 25 years old this year. He left his hometown when he was 20 and came to this city to work. He hasn't been home once for five years. 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 went out early and returned late, and was thrifty and thrifty, but he only saved less than 50,000 yuan. He wanted to wait until one day, when he made a lot of money and then went home in a glorious manner, and then went back to visit his mother who was gradually aging.
Only now, this simple picture touched the longing hidden in his heart. He was in a daze. He remembered that when he was 20 years old, when he was leaving, his mother arranged his clothes over and over again, reminding him to go home earlier if he had a bad time outside.
It's just that he was full of spirits at the time, just thinking about going to the big city outside to make a lot of money, and he didn't even notice his mother's care and dissatisfaction. When he left, he didn't even say goodbye.
Five years have passed in a hurry, and he is no longer the simple vigorous young man back then. During the 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 the mother's soft sigh 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. From the beginning of the Mid-Autumn Festival 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 was the first round of the finals. He hurriedly returned home and turned on the computer, but what he saw was such a picture that made him fascinated.
Just when he was in a trance, time slowly came to 7 o'clock in the evening.
The interface of the official website of the Chinese Poetry Association changed again, the title interface disappeared, but replaced with the same competition interface as the group stage. 32 games are displayed on 7 interfaces, 5 games in each interface, the display method is exactly the same as the group stage, but there are only two upper and lower competition fields on the last interface.
The 64 participating poets also completed their works in this half an hour. Regardless of the quality, at least no one abstained.
The interface changed, and Lin Yuan also recovered from the daze. He picked up the mouse to switch from one interface to another, and wanted to see what kind of works the 64 poets wrote.
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 condensed, and he couldn't help but groan a poem.
"Mother hands line, wandering clothing.
Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.
Whoever said an inch of grass, reported three Chunhui.
Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return. Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return…"
Lin Yuan whispered repeatedly, and his mother's Yin Yin exhorted him when he was leaving, and his mother sighed softly on the phone again and again, echoing in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer. However, Lin Yuan was a little horrified to discover that at this time, he could not remember clearly the face of his mother.
Lin Yuan quickly wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to see his mother's face clearly, but still couldn't see clearly. In five years, it was enough to make the mother's sideburns turn into white silk, deep wrinkles on her forehead, and her stiff body had some rickets.
How can he see clearly?
Suddenly, Lin Yuan stood up and began to pack things in the room. He has decided to take a leave of absence and go home tomorrow. Whatever makes a lot of money, what you want to save face when you go back, these are not important, these are the prisons that you put on yourself.
He finally knew that what his mother was looking forward to day and night was only wishing him to go home!
…
At this time, many people across the country, like Lin Yuan, were chanting this poem repeatedly in low voices. The picture just now, coupled with such a poem, made them wet their eyes unconsciously, thinking of their elderly mother.
They all took out their mobile phones and dialed the phone at home in a foreign country, just wanting to hear their mother's voice at this time. Some people who have not been home for a long time also made the same decision as Lin Yuan and went home.
…
Maybe it's the picture just now, plus Li Fan's current "Wandering Zi Yin", which touched the minds of netizens. The atmosphere on the Internet is not very lively now, and occasionally there are some speeches just to express my inner feelings.
Or maybe everyone doesn't have much thoughts to vote now, and the number of votes for every participating poet is increasing slowly, including Li Fan's "Wandering Zi Yin".
…
Beijing, the headquarters of the Chinese 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 the seasons, rivers, mountains, wind, flowers, snow and moon, but they are not good at this simplest style. It’s a pity to express emotions."
Bai Yi groaned: "It is indeed difficult to complete such a work in half an hour or something. I think everyone has feelings and sincerity, but lacks the inspiration to merge it into a poem."
Liu Yuan said: "However, we are still lucky after all. This topic is enough to win a song by Li Fan, "Wandering Zi Yin". In addition, the works of a few people such as Yan Mu, Mo Bai, Du Feng are still Not bad."
Han Zhong smiled and said, "Lao 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 just right for this picture. The most perfect interpretation. It seems that Li Fan is not only good at landscapes and gardens. Today he once again surprised us."
Bai Yi nodded and said: "The whole poem contains only six sentences and thirty words, the text is ordinary, and the description is simple. However, the emotions expressed are sincere and natural, which easily arouses the resonance of wanderers, and will inevitably be widely recited by people. ."
…
Beijing, a residential area.
After Yan Mu carefully savored "Wandering Ziyin", his expression was a bit solemn. This poem by Li Fan is indeed higher than his own work. Seeing the truth in the simplicity, this kind of description may seem simple, but in fact it is very difficult.
This description method is similar to some of Li Fan's previous works. It seems that Li Fan has used this technique thoroughly, not just good at landscape and pastoral works.
This made Yan Mu feel that Li Fan seemed to be underestimated before. However, this did not make Yan Mu shrink back, but made him excited.
Because, among the younger generation of poets, he finally found someone qualified to be his opponent. The previous "Four Young Masters in Poetry" was certainly good, but in the eyes of Yan Mu, it was not worth his full shot.
Now, when Li Fan's "Wandering Zi Yin" came out, Yan Mu was very excited.
"Then, let me do my best to defeat you."
…
Thank you very much, 500 rewards for strolling through the smoke ring, 588 rewards for poisonous cigarettes! Tiandi Buddhism and tongxiang are monthly tickets! Three shifts today, if tonight’s national football match is won, there will be three shifts tomorrow. Everyone cheer for the national football team! (To be continued.)
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A certain city, a certain residential area.
Lin Yuan looked at the screen on the computer in a daze.
He is 25 years old this year. He left his hometown when he was 20 and came to this city to work. He hasn't been home once for five years. 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 went out early and returned late, and was thrifty and thrifty, but he only saved less than 50,000 yuan. He wanted to wait until one day, when he made a lot of money and then went home in a glorious manner, and then went back to visit his mother who was gradually aging.
Only now, this simple picture touched the longing hidden in his heart. He was in a daze. He remembered that when he was 20 years old, when he was leaving, his mother arranged his clothes over and over again, reminding him to go home earlier if he had a bad time outside.
It's just that he was full of spirits at the time, just thinking about going to the big city outside to make a lot of money, and he didn't even notice his mother's care and dissatisfaction. When he left, he didn't even say goodbye.
Five years have passed in a hurry, and he is no longer the simple vigorous young man back then. During the 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 the mother's soft sigh 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. From the beginning of the Mid-Autumn Festival 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 was the first round of the finals. He hurriedly returned home and turned on the computer, but what he saw was such a picture that made him fascinated.
Just when he was in a trance, time slowly came to 7 o'clock in the evening.
The interface of the official website of the Chinese Poetry Association changed again, the title interface disappeared, but replaced with the same competition interface as the group stage. 32 games are displayed on 7 interfaces, 5 games in each interface, the display method is exactly the same as the group stage, but there are only two upper and lower competition fields on the last interface.
The 64 participating poets also completed their works in this half an hour. Regardless of the quality, at least no one abstained.
The interface changed, and Lin Yuan also recovered from the daze. He picked up the mouse to switch from one interface to another, and wanted to see what kind of works the 64 poets wrote.
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 condensed, and he couldn't help but groan a poem.
"Mother hands line, wandering clothing.
Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.
Whoever said an inch of grass, reported three Chunhui.
Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return. Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return…"
Lin Yuan whispered repeatedly, and his mother's Yin Yin exhorted him when he was leaving, and his mother sighed softly on the phone again and again, echoing in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer. However, Lin Yuan was a little horrified to discover that at this time, he could not remember clearly the face of his mother.
Lin Yuan quickly wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to see his mother's face clearly, but still couldn't see clearly. In five years, it was enough to make the mother's sideburns turn into white silk, deep wrinkles on her forehead, and her stiff body had some rickets.
How can he see clearly?
Suddenly, Lin Yuan stood up and began to pack things in the room. He has decided to take a leave of absence and go home tomorrow. Whatever makes a lot of money, what you want to save face when you go back, these are not important, these are the prisons that you put on yourself.
He finally knew that what his mother was looking forward to day and night was only wishing him to go home!
…
At this time, many people across the country, like Lin Yuan, were chanting this poem repeatedly in low voices. The picture just now, coupled with such a poem, made them wet their eyes unconsciously, thinking of their elderly mother.
They all took out their mobile phones and dialed the phone at home in a foreign country, just wanting to hear their mother's voice at this time. Some people who have not been home for a long time also made the same decision as Lin Yuan and went home.
…
Maybe it's the picture just now, plus Li Fan's current "Wandering Zi Yin", which touched the minds of netizens. The atmosphere on the Internet is not very lively now, and occasionally there are some speeches just to express my inner feelings.
Or maybe everyone doesn't have much thoughts to vote now, and the number of votes for every participating poet is increasing slowly, including Li Fan's "Wandering Zi Yin".
…
Beijing, the headquarters of the Chinese 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 the seasons, rivers, mountains, wind, flowers, snow and moon, but they are not good at this simplest style. It’s a pity to express emotions."
Bai Yi groaned: "It is indeed difficult to complete such a work in half an hour or something. I think everyone has feelings and sincerity, but lacks the inspiration to merge it into a poem."
Liu Yuan said: "However, we are still lucky after all. This topic is enough to win a song by Li Fan, "Wandering Zi Yin". In addition, the works of a few people such as Yan Mu, Mo Bai, Du Feng are still Not bad."
Han Zhong smiled and said, "Lao 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 just right for this picture. The most perfect interpretation. It seems that Li Fan is not only good at landscapes and gardens. Today he once again surprised us."
Bai Yi nodded and said: "The whole poem contains only six sentences and thirty words, the text is ordinary, and the description is simple. However, the emotions expressed are sincere and natural, which easily arouses the resonance of wanderers, and will inevitably be widely recited by people. ."
…
Beijing, a residential area.
After Yan Mu carefully savored "Wandering Ziyin", his expression was a bit solemn. This poem by Li Fan is indeed higher than his own work. Seeing the truth in the simplicity, this kind of description may seem simple, but in fact it is very difficult.
This description method is similar to some of Li Fan's previous works. It seems that Li Fan has used this technique thoroughly, not just good at landscape and pastoral works.
This made Yan Mu feel that Li Fan seemed to be underestimated before. However, this did not make Yan Mu shrink back, but made him excited.
Because, among the younger generation of poets, he finally found someone qualified to be his opponent. The previous "Four Young Masters in Poetry" was certainly good, but in the eyes of Yan Mu, it was not worth his full shot.
Now, when Li Fan's "Wandering Zi Yin" came out, Yan Mu was very excited.
"Then, let me do my best to defeat you."
…
Thank you very much, 500 rewards for strolling through the smoke ring, 588 rewards for poisonous cigarettes! Tiandi Buddhism and tongxiang are monthly tickets! Three shifts today, if tonight’s national football match is won, there will be three shifts tomorrow. Everyone cheer for the national football team! (To be continued.)
A certain city, a certain residential area.Lin Yuan looked at the screen on the computer in a daze.He is 25 years old this year. He left his hometown when he was 20 and came to this city to work. He hasn't been home once for five years. 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 went out early and returned late, and was thrifty and thrifty, but he only saved less than 50,000 yuan. He wanted to wait until one day, when he made a lot of money and then went home in a glorious manner, and then went back to visit his mother who was gradually aging.Only now, this simple picture touched the longing hidden in his heart. He was in a daze. He remembered that when he was 20 years old, when he was leaving, his mother arranged his clothes over and over again, reminding him to go home earlier if he had a bad time outside.It's just that he was full of spirits at the time, just thinking about going to the big city outside to make a lot of money, and he didn't even notice his mother's care and dissatisfaction. When he left, he didn't even say goodbye.Five years have passed in a hurry, and he is no longer the simple vigorous young man back then. During the 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 the mother's soft sigh 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. From the beginning of the Mid-Autumn Festival 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 was the first round of the finals. He hurriedly returned home and turned on the computer, but what he saw was such a picture that made him fascinated.Just when he was in a trance, time slowly came to 7 o'clock in the evening.The interface of the official website of the Chinese Poetry Association changed again, the title interface disappeared, but replaced with the same competition interface as the group stage. 32 games are displayed on 7 interfaces, 5 games in each interface, the display method is exactly the same as the group stage, but there are only two upper and lower competition fields on the last interface.The 64 participating poets also completed their works in this half an hour. Regardless of the quality, at least no one abstained.The interface changed, and Lin Yuan also recovered from the daze. He picked up the mouse to switch from one interface to another, and wanted to see what kind of works the 64 poets wrote.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 condensed, and he couldn't help but groan a poem."Mother hands line, wandering clothing.Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.Whoever said an inch of grass, reported three Chunhui.Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return. Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return"Lin Yuan whispered repeatedly, and his mother's Yin Yin exhorted him when he was leaving, and his mother sighed softly on the phone again and again, echoing in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer. However, Lin Yuan was a little horrified to discover that at this time, he could not remember clearly the face of his mother.Lin Yuan quickly wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to see his mother's face clearly, but still couldn't see clearly. In five years, it was enough to make the mother's sideburns turn into white silk, deep wrinkles on her forehead, and her stiff body had some rickets.How can he see clearly?Suddenly, Lin Yuan stood up and began to pack things in the room. He has decided to take a leave of absence and go home tomorrow. Whatever makes a lot of money, what you want to save face when you go back, these are not important, these are the prisons that you put on yourself.He finally knew that what his mother was looking forward to day and night was only wishing him to go home!At this time, many people across the country, like Lin Yuan, were chanting this poem repeatedly in low voices. The picture just now, coupled with such a poem, made them wet their eyes unconsciously, thinking of their elderly mother.They all took out their mobile phones and dialed the phone at home in a foreign country, just wanting to hear their mother's voice at this time. Some people who have not been home for a long time also made the same decision as Lin Yuan and went home.Maybe it's the picture just now, plus Li Fan's current "Wandering Zi Yin", which touched the minds of netizens. The atmosphere on the Internet is not very lively now, and occasionally there are some speeches just to express my inner feelings.Or maybe everyone doesn't have much thoughts to vote now, and the number of votes for every participating poet is increasing slowly, including Li Fan's "Wandering Zi Yin".Beijing, the headquarters of the Chinese 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 the seasons, rivers, mountains, wind, flowers, snow and moon, but they are not good at this simplest style. It's a pity to express emotions."Bai Yi groaned: "It is indeed difficult to complete such a work in half an hour or something. I think everyone has feelings and sincerity, but lacks the inspiration to merge it into a poem."Liu Yuan said: "However, we are still lucky after all. This topic is enough to win a song by Li Fan, "Wandering Zi Yin". In addition, the works of a few people such as Yan Mu, Mo Bai, Du Feng are still Not bad."Han Zhong smiled and said, "Lao 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 just right for this picture. The most perfect interpretation. It seems that Li Fan is not only good at landscapes and gardens. Today he once again surprised us."Bai Yi nodded and said: "The whole poem contains only six sentences and thirty words, the text is ordinary, and the description is simple. However, the emotions expressed are sincere and natural, which easily arouses the resonance of wanderers, and will inevitably be widely recited by people. ."Beijing, a residential area.After Yan Mu carefully savored "Wandering Ziyin", his expression was a bit solemn. This poem by Li Fan is indeed higher than his own work. Seeing the truth in the simplicity, this kind of description may seem simple, but in fact it is very difficult.This description method is similar to some of Li Fan's previous works. It seems that Li Fan has used this technique thoroughly, not just good at landscape and pastoral works.This made Yan Mu feel that Li Fan seemed to be underestimated before. However, this did not make Yan Mu shrink back, but made him excited.Because, among the younger generation of poets, he finally found someone qualified to be his opponent. The previous "Four Young Masters in Poetry" was certainly good, but in the eyes of Yan Mu, it was not worth his full shot.Now, when Li Fan's "Wandering Zi Yin" came out, Yan Mu was very excited."Then, let me do my best to defeat you."Thank you very much, 500 rewards for strolling through the smoke ring, 588 rewards for poisonous cigarettes! Tiandi Buddhism and tongxiang are monthly tickets! Three shifts today, if tonight's national football match is won, there will be three shifts tomorrow. Everyone cheer for the national football team! To be continued.
