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Chapter 107 Such a Good Poem
Zhang Jing felt like her mother was dreaming this day. She didn't need to officially start work today, she just got familiar with the process and came to work the next day.

After returning home, Zhang Jing collapsed directly on the sofa.

The whole person didn't know what it was like, and there was a kind of excitement and a kind of shyness. Anyway, I couldn't explain it clearly, and there was a smile on the whole person's face.

Feel like an idiot.

I thought about sharing it with my best friend, but after thinking about it, I had to keep this secret.

From now on, she will be the only one in the class who knows that Li Jian is Li Gui.

It's very cool to think about it.

To be able to work and study together with my idol is definitely something I never even dreamed of in this life.

As for the matter of dating, Zhang Jing directly ruled out this idea.

Just kidding, she can still see herself clearly.

Although he is pretty, he doesn't look at who the other party is. If Li Jian doesn't have the identity of Li Gui, then the two of them are likely to be together, and now Li Jian is Li Gui, and he has a beautiful A piano genius girl as a follower.

Don't want to bring shame on yourself.

What's more, it is better to find a more ordinary one.

Being an idol is already pretty good.

I haven't opened WeChat much this day, and there are already a lot of messages under the WeChat circle of friends.

Before going out today, I specially posted a beautiful photo, with a text in the circle of friends: I am so happy to have an internship at Bright Entertainment today, and I can also meet Teacher Li Gui.

Also, the squad leader added a lot of people, and he looks good, and there are many little boys who like it, so he gained a lot of likes and comments in an instant.

There were even some little sisters who directly sent WeChat to ask if Li Gui was good-looking.

Zhang Jing was very satisfied with the replies one by one. Today is still very happy. It took more than an hour to reply all the messages today.

Things like: You are really amazing, is it true that you can meet Mr. Li Gui, is Mr. Li Gui good-looking, do you have a photo...

Wait, wait, this question has been answered several times.

But Zhang Jing still enjoys it, and enjoys this feeling very much.

Leaning against a big tree to enjoy the shade is probably what it means.

"Although Li Jian's identity can't be exposed, it's okay to borrow Li Gui's ID card occasionally to take two photos."

The vanity of a girl is still easy to satisfy.

Weibo Poetry Research Competition Group.

Poetry lovers from all over the country contributed nearly [-] articles to the competition group last month.

There is no doubt that the event was indeed well-received.

The task of the same competition is relatively heavy. After all, this is a non-governmental organization's poetry competition. It doesn't have much authority, and it can't even attract some heavyweights to participate, but it is enough for ordinary people.

A large part of them are folk lovers, and some are members with certificates from local poetry associations.

There are still many senior enthusiasts.

Of course, writing a good poem in one month is actually enough time.

Of course, there are also good and bad ones. The good ones are really good, and the bad ones are like elementary school students' essays, but they are all for fun, and there is nothing wrong with them.

The selection team of this competition group is composed of some provincial Poetry Association members, and the leader of the selection team is a member of the Huaxia Poetry Association. Their identities are not bad, and they are also well-known in the poetry circle. up.

With them around, there would be absolutely no problem in the selection.

Basically all the manuscripts received this time have no major problems.

In the early stage, an editor will be responsible for going through the manuscript, and directly exclude some that are too bad.

Although there are more than 7000 poems in the newspaper, in fact, there are only more than 1000 poems left in their hands.

But this is still a daunting task.

After all, not everyone has so much energy to appreciate these good poems.

Some unsightly things were not done, which can be regarded as reducing the workload of the judges.

In fact, for the judges, this kind of work is relatively easy, but sitting and looking at the computer all the time will hurt the waist.

"The manuscripts have been selected for two days. Up to now, I haven't seen any good poems that I can catch my eye. Sure enough, they are not good enough. I think I need to practice more."

A grizzled old man sighed.

The grey-haired old man is the leader of the judging panel this time, and he is also a highly respected one.

Many people still admire the old man very much.

A chubby young man next to him said: "Actually, you don't need to say that, everyone likes poetry, and these people are more or less professional, let's try our best, just take a look."

"The good poems in June are still good. There are many things that can be written. Don't tell me, I really saw a few good poems, and they are some powerful writers I know."

It's easy to meet colleagues in this kind of conference, which is very normal.

If you can get a bonus if you write well, why not do it?To be honest, they all want to submit papers, but after all, they are judges, so they can't submit.

The old man drank a cup of herbal tea next to him, sighed and said, "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have come here. It's meaningless. There aren't many good poems that catch my eye."

"But the salary they give is really not low!".

In the end, he sighed that his salary is not low.

The slightly chubby young man smiled and nodded. It's really not low. You can earn a lot during the period of being a judge. At least it's no problem to change to a good mobile phone, and it's easy.

"I'm disturbing everyone's interest. Everyone, please continue to read the manuscript. There are still two days left before the results are due. Then everyone will judge."

The old man waved his hand and urged the dozen or so members of the jury to review the manuscript.

There are only seventy or eighty tablets distributed to each of the dozen or so people on average.

The workload is not too big, and it takes about 10 minutes to read an article and understand what he means.

In fact, ancient poems cannot be appreciated on a whim, he must be carefully evaluated, and 10 minutes for an ancient poem is indeed about the same time.

When you meet a good one, you have to think about it more.

A few days is enough time to sort out all these manuscripts.

Big prizes for first place.

It's a pity they didn't have the chance to get it.

That's all, let's continue to read the manuscript, the task has not been successful, and comrades still need to work hard.

The entire office returned to a state of silence in an instant, and the person's eyes were fixed on every word on the screen to analyze the meaning of the poem.

If they finish their work early, they can rest early and go home for a big meal.

The old man stretched his waist, and sitting here was not very friendly to them old people.

"Forget it, let's look at the next one. I have to go out for a while to exercise. These old people have bad waist."

In fact, it is not necessarily true. The waist is not good after getting old. The main reason is that as long as a normal person sits on a chair all the time, the waist will definitely not be able to bear it.

Under this manuscript, a symbol of C is selected, which means that this manuscript can barely be regarded as an entry-level work.

But it's still not enough to watch in such a game.

In fact, as long as you are not the first, other results don't matter, anyway, there are no prizes.

"Xu Xian, is this a pseudonym or a person's name? It's quite interesting. Let's take a look at this first."

The old man chuckled, it was obvious that the name had seduced his interest.

After clicking on the email, three short lines of words appeared in front of the old man.

After a casual glance, those words were relatively simple, and at first glance they were not profound words, and the old man lost interest in an instant.

But after all, you still have to have a rigorous attitude, otherwise, he, the leader of the selection team, would not be able to take the lead as an example.

"Xiaochu Jingci Temple, this temple should be a place name, the name is quite poetic."

The old man also doesn't care at all. Nowadays, many people write poems in an arty way. If there is no temple or Taoist temple in their name, it is not called poetry.

Then he looked at the verse below, and was attracted by this look, as if there was something, the old man's eyes lit up instantly.

"Dawn Out of Jingci Temple"

许仙
After all, the scenery of West Lake in mid-June is not the same as the four o'clock.

The lotus leaves are infinite, and the lotus flowers are different.

First, I read it over and over again, and then analyzed it sentence by sentence, chewing slowly.

Then he slapped his thigh violently.

There was a surprised expression on his face, and he couldn't help shouting: "Wonderful, it's really wonderful."

The old man's voice attracted the attention of all the judges. It is very impolite to disturb others' work, but after all, he is the boss, so no matter how impolite he is, he has to endure it.

The chubby young man adjusted his glasses and asked, "Group Leader Zhou, what's wrong with you? Maybe you found something good."

Many people know that there should be some great poems from the performance of their team leader Zhou.

Before the old man could say anything, two young girls ran to the old man's computer.

His eyes quickly locked on the three lines on the screen.

A simple ancient poem.

The fat young man didn't sit still, and went directly to the old man's computer to see together what kind of poem it was that made the old man have such a big reaction.

The simple verses instantly attracted everyone.

The old man showed joy, a little excited, and explained to the side: "This poem is very well written. You can see that the word "after all" was written in one go. A unique feeling of passing."

Several of them are members of the Poetry Association who have studied poetry, and there is absolutely nothing to say about the level of appreciation and analysis of poetry.

But the old man wants to talk, so let him talk.

The old man has this kind of problem. When he meets a good man, he will be scratched in his heart and panic if he doesn't say it out loud.

This is cured.

"Then it is logical to describe the specific scenery that is still fascinated and emotional, focusing on the red, delicate and charming lotus in an endless metaphor, and the beautiful scenery of the West Lake in June. vivid."

……

The fat young man immediately confirmed the value of this poem, and set his sights on the last two lines. It is obvious that the most important enemy of this poem is the last two lines.

"The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are red. The writing is really good. You can see that the last two sentences are intertextual, and the texts are intertwined and mutual learning. The meaning is vivid and concise."

You appreciate and analyze each sentence, this good poem that popped up out of nowhere.

This naturally aroused the interest of many people, and they all came to appreciate it.

It seems that this is the rhythm of the great god.

A young woman next to her couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Which god wrote this poem? I feel that this level is comparable to that of the team leader!"

The emotion of the young woman next to him made the old man react instantly.

He said with some shame: "To be honest, this person's level is indeed very high. Anyway, compared with him, I guess it's not enough."

The level of the old man is considered high in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is still not enough in front of the real boss, mainly because of the advantage of grades and a little bit of talent, so he can have his current status. Not enough to see.

"Xu Xian, have you heard of this name?"

Everyone shifted their target position to the poet who wrote the poem.

They all thought about any information about Xu Xian in their minds, but they didn't seem to have heard of anyone with this name, not even a little bit of information.

It's as if it popped out of nowhere.

"This poem is so well written, but it only participates in this kind of competition. Do you think that some real master deliberately opened a trumpet to slaughter us, otherwise, how could he use such a fake name?"

The fat young man was sure of it at a glance.

"But they didn't say if this is their real name, what if it's called this name." The old man also asked suspiciously.

The young man was a little ashamed, he didn't know about this.

"We don't know, but this kind of thing, there are too many powerful people. If there are some masters who like to play like this, maybe they are really some great folk gods."

It is indeed rare for the entire selection team to be so excited by a poem.

Only then did the old man remember, his mouth was dry, and he quickly took a sip of the tea next to him, and then leaned comfortably on the seat.

Then he sighed: "There are still many folk masters. Although I don't know if they are folks, but this also made me understand something."

"If he is really a folk god, if he writes poems just for fun, does not join any association and does not pursue fame and fortune, such a person is a role model for my generation, we are all on the road of pursuing fame, but all these are really useful ."

The grandpa's enlightenment came quite suddenly, but in fact, at that age, it should be like this.

A few of them were a little bit embarrassed. To be honest, after they got the status of this poetry member, they felt that they were still very good.

"Alright, alright, since everyone has read this poem, I think if there is no opinion, the champion of this competition will be decided for the time being. If there are still good poems in the future, you can still consider it."

What the old man said, but he didn't think much about it in his heart, just kidding, is it worth comparing, the following poem is definitely not as good as this poem.

To be honest, the old man is not confident that he can write a poem that is better than this one.

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(End of this chapter)