Beijing, the headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

Bai Yi and Liu Yuan sat in their respective positions, sipping tea while staring at the ever-increasing poems on the official website. According to the experience of previous years, a few hours after the opening of the submission channel is a small peak time for submission.

They are going to select one or two excellent works from the first batch of manuscripts for appreciation. Throughout the course of the competition, they will select some outstanding works from time to time for appreciation. And published the results of the appreciation on the official website to help everyone better understand the work.

The person who appreciates it may be the two of them, or it may be other poets of the association. Those who are eligible to join the Poetry Association are well-known poets who have been famous for a long time.

Although they were watching the works, they did not hold out much hope. Because according to the experience of previous years, the first batch of works were basically uploaded by amateur poetry lovers. They were just to be able to sit in the top 100 for a while and have fun.

"Lao Liu, when do you think Li Fan will pass on his works?" Bai Yi asked.

"From the last'Children's Poetry Contest', I guess I will have to go at least a few days later." Liu Yuan replied somewhat helplessly.

Bai Yi nodded and said: "Well. It's not just that kid. Mo Bai, Du Feng and others hold their own identities, and it is estimated that they will not upload their works so soon."

Liu Yuan said: "Indeed. Generally speaking. For the entire qualifier stage, they only need one work per person. It is difficult for others to get them out of the top 100, and they will not be able to use the second work. After all, according to the rules of the competition, famous poets over 35 years old do not need to participate in the previous qualifiers and finalists. Instead, as a seed player, they directly enter the final finals. Therefore, in the qualifiers stage There are not many people who can threaten them. It is understandable that they will pass on their works later."

Bai Yidao: "The qualifiers are actually a warm-up stage, and its greater significance is to allow amateurs to have the opportunity to participate. That's why there are such regulations. However, the more so, the more we need to discover excellent works. Ah. Also, the qualifiers are a stage where surprises are easy."

At this time, Liu Yuan suddenly laughed and said, "Lao Bai, you are right. The surprise has already appeared."

Bai Yiyi was happy, and asked urgently: "A good poem appeared? Which one is it?"

Liu Yuan sighed again at this time, and said, "The one that just appeared is called "Transplanting Rice Seedlings". It's just that the name of the poem is a bit strange. The word'sing' seems to be a Buddhist term. And it turned out to be the work of Li Fan. ."

"Li Fan has uploaded his work?" Bai Yi was taken aback, then he found this poem called "Transplanting Rice Seedlings" and clicked to open it.

"I planted green seedlings all over the field, and I lowered my head to see the sky in the water.

A pure heart is the way, and stepping back is forward. "

"How? Lao Bai. How do you feel?" Liu Yuan asked.

Bai Yi groaned: "On the surface, this poem depicts the scene of planting rice seedlings, but in fact it seems to have something else to say. It is indescribable. Leaving aside this poem, Li Fan posted the work so early. It's too much like his style. Is it the same name and surname again?"

Liu Yuan shook his head and said: "This poem may seem ordinary at first, but it actually implies Zen and is quite extraordinary. It shouldn't have the same name and surname. It's just that he uploaded it so early. Will it have any purpose?"

Bai Yi smiled bitterly: "Forget it, let's not think about it so much. Let's appreciate this poem."

Liu Yuan also said: "Never mind. As long as the poem is good. This year's first appreciation work is it."

...

Three Holy Village.

Li Fan didn't know that he chose to upload works at this time, but he didn't really have any intentions. But it left the two great poets guessing for a long time.

However, he chose this poem for a certain reason. In his previous life, he liked this poem very much. At first glance, this poem seems quite ordinary. But after reading it, it seems unusual.

What he needs now is the poetry of this feeling.

This poem is a well-known Zen poem in the previous life. The word "偈" in the name of the poem "Transplanting Rice Verse" is a Buddhist term. Translated as "song", it is a chant in the Buddhist scriptures. The poem was written by a monk in the previous Tang Dynasty.

Legend has it that this monk is a cloth bag monk. But according to folklore, Budai monk is actually the incarnation of Maitreya Bodhisattva. Obviously, this poem could not have been written by Maitreya Bodhisattva. So who the author of this poem is, there is no way to verify it. I only know that it was made by a monk in the Tang Dynasty.

...

After the song "Transplanting Rice Seedlings" was uploaded to the submission channel. Naturally, it was seen by the vast number of netizens guarding the computer for the first time.

"Hey, look at it, everyone. A poem written by Li Fan appeared."

"Li Fan? That guy really came to the competition? However, according to the guy's style, even if you want to participate, it won't be so early."

"Indeed, it won't be the same name and surname again? Let's take a look at the poem first."

""Transplanting seedlings 偈"? I know how to plant seedlings, but what does this word'singling' mean?"

"Hey, what does it mean. I want to know if this poem is Li Fan's servant?"

"This poem feels a bit strange. It's okay, but it feels a bit ordinary. It's just that the last sentence,'Retreat is forward', is quite charming. But if you want to say it is ordinary, it doesn't seem appropriate.

"Well, I have this feeling too. I think this should be a very good poem, but it's just why it's good, but I can't say it."

"So, is this poem really Li Fan's work?"

"It's possible. Don't you just like the whole point of this elusive thing to come out?"

"Agree upstairs. That guy must just want us to wonder if this poem is his. It's a pity, I saw through it this time. Haha!"

"Don't think about it so much now. This poem should be appreciated by famous artists. Let's take a look at the appreciation of famous artists before we talk."

"..."

...

The magic city is still that hotel, or that private room.

"The Four Young Masters in Poetry" is still pushing the cup and changing the cup.

"The submission channel has been open for a while, let me see if there are any good works." After Du Feng finished speaking, he got up and walked to a computer in the private room.

"Brother Du, what's so good about those poems right now. You should be punished just now, so don't escape with excuses." Mo Bai said.

"Hey, Brother Mo. I believe Brother Du is not that kind of person. Let him take a look first, and then come to be punished." Wang Ling said. After speaking, he said to Du Feng: "Brother Du, are there any good works found? We will also listen to them when we read them out."

At this time, Du Feng smiled suddenly: "Haha! Guess whose work I saw?"

"Whose?" the other three asked in confusion.

"That kid Li Fan belongs to him. I said that kid shouldn't be afraid. He actually passed the work on so early. Brother Lu, you are still so afraid of that guy named Li Fan." Du Feng said with some complacency. .

"I uploaded it so early?" Lu Ran and Wang Ling were both puzzled. Even if the kid couldn't compare to himself and others, he wouldn't be able to upload works at this time. After all, it is a person with status!

Mo Bai shook his head and sighed, seeming to feel quite a pity.

"Brother Du, quickly read it out and let us listen." Lu Ran urged.

"Okay! Then I'll just read it. "The Song of Rice Planting", um, the poem is a bit strange. "The green seedlings are planted in the field, and you can see the sky in the water when you lower your head. The pure heart is the way, and the step back turns out to be forward. '. Well, this poem is pretty good. That kid is also a good player in his amateur."

After Du Feng finished reading, the other three people were taken aback. This poem was better than they thought. However, it was a relaxed smile soon. This poem is really good, but it's just not bad.

Mo Bai drank the wine in his glass, then smiled slightly, and said, "Since that kid's work has been uploaded, I will also shoot in advance and play with him."

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