September 1, 6 p.m. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Countless poetry lovers across the country had dinner early and began to stay in front of the computer, waiting for the competition to begin.

Today is the first round of the group stage, with 10 groups and 50 matches starting at the same time.

Li Fan also had dinner early and sat in front of the computer. This is his first time playing in the group stage and he is looking forward to it.

As the game time approached, the atmosphere on the Internet became more and more tense.

"Finally, it's finally about to begin. I wonder which writers will score three points tonight?"

"It's round 1 and everybody wants to get off to a good start. Although there is no strong dialogue, everyone should come up with their own manuscripts, ranked in the middle and upper works, and there are still a lot of highlights. ”

"It's nature. Unless the gap with the other party is too big, they will give it a go. ”

Many authors are also very nervous at this time, because round 1 is so important. If you can successfully score 3 points, you can not only lay an important foundation for promotion. It can also leave a good impression on the people of the Poetry Association and the majority of netizens. This may make the next few rounds easier.

At this time, there may only be a few people with a peaceful mentality, such as Li Fan and the four young people in the poem.

Of course, Chu Xuan's state of mind at this time was also quite peaceful. He now feels that meeting Li Fan in the first round may not be entirely a bad thing. That would at least make him get more attention in the first round, even if it ended in defeat.

The time finally came to 7 o'clock.

The interface of the official website of the Chinese Poetry Association has finally been replaced by a special competition interface for the group stage.

Li Fan saw that the current interface was somewhat similar to the challenge interface of the qualifiers, but the difference was still relatively large. The challenge screen only has one group of opponents, but now the screen is a group of 5 matches at the same time, arranged in three rows: upper, middle, and lower.

The upper and lower lines are divided into left and right columns from the center, and the whole interface is divided into 5 grids in the form of 5 grids, and the middle grid is the largest.

Inside each grid is a playing field. Each competition field is divided into two areas, left and right, and two entries are displayed side by side. In the middle is a "VS" symbol, one red and one blue.

At the top is the title of the work, followed by the name of the contestant, in a slightly smaller font. Then there's the content of the poem, and then there's the number of votes for that round.

The focus of each round of the game is placed in the largest playing field in the middle.

Put the 5 matches of each group in each round on one screen at the same time to increase the tension of the game.

At the top of the interface, there is the group toggle button. From left to right, they are the first group to the tenth group.

Li Fan naturally switched the interface to the sixth group. Now, the race has begun.

The five grids correspond to five games, and the match between Li Fan and Chu Xuan is put into the largest grid in the middle. It seems that the organizers believe that this round of his dialogue with Chu Xuan is the focus of the sixth group.

The five big red and blue "VS" symbols are particularly conspicuous, adding to the tension of the game.

At this time, the number of votes under each contestant's name is constantly changing. Some contestants are growing their votes quickly, while others are relatively slow.

As you can imagine, the authors who have a slower increase in votes. At this time, he must be in front of the computer, nervously shouting, "Come on!", "Hurry up" and the like.

In such a scene, even Li Fan was a little excited. The group game was much more exciting than he imagined.

And the number of his votes is naturally growing at a very fast rate.

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Headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

"Not bad, not bad. The overall quality of this year is indeed much higher than in previous years. President Han Zhong looked at the computer and said happily.

Bai Yi also looked quite excited, "Yes, President." With so many outstanding newcomers emerging this year, it may be able to have an impact on the creative bottlenecks we have encountered. This is very important for the whole world of poetry right now. ”

Liu Yuan also said: "Look at this poem by Li Fan Kid. The same words are simple and easy to understand, but they always give people a sense that they are not simple. This kid is really not simple. ”

Han Zhong nodded and said, "This poem should be sent by him." "Compassion for Nong", well written!"

Bai Yi agreed: "The words and sentences of this poem are not gorgeous, but I guarantee that this poem will definitely spread more widely and become a classic than many well-crafted and gorgeous poems." ”

Liu Yuan sighed with emotion and read again:

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

Alas, the more I read, the more emotional it becomes. Now it should be the season to harvest rice in the south, and it is indeed hard work!"

Bai Yi also sighed and said, "We should thank Li Fan for writing such a poem. All people in the country, especially children and teenagers, should read this poem and understand it. ”

......

A certain city, a certain residential area.

Duan Yong's family was having dinner.

"Xiao Ling, why did you get rice all over the place?Also, there is still so much rice in the bowl, why don't you eat it again?" Duan Yong said with a frown.

He was born in the countryside and worked hard in the city for more than 10 years. Now, I finally have my own house and car. and has already married a wife and had children, which can be regarded as a successful career.

The wife is virtuous and gentle, the son is smart and cute, and Duan Yong is very satisfied. However, what gave him some headache was that his son, who was already ten years old, had a bad habit and liked to waste food.

Not only the son, but his wife, who was born in the city, has no concept of saving food.

Sure enough, after hearing Duan Yong's words just now, his wife said indifferently: "It's okay, it's just a little rice." It's not worth a few dollars, and if you can't finish it, you have to throw it away anyway. ”

Duan Yong sighed, his wife is fine with everything, but this is the only one that gives him a headache. But he can't do anything with his wife because of this. He had been thinking about what he could do to make his wife aware of the problem.

If the wife recognizes this problem, it will be much easier to break her son's bad habit of wasting food.

It's just that what kind of method is needed to have such an effect? Duan Yong had a headache.

"I'm done eating, today is the first round of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club group stage. Now that it's started, I'm going to check it out. Duan Yong said.

"Hey, yes. If you see a good poem, tell me it, and I'll take a look at it. The wife said.

Both of them are fond of ancient poetry. In fact, most people in China have a preference for ancient poetry.

Turning on the computer, Duan Yong logged in to the official website of the Chinese Poetry Association. He is already very familiar with the format, interface, etc.

But familiar is familiar, and after logging on to the official website, a sense of tension still comes to my face. The first thing he looked at was the largest playing field in the middle, because this is often the focus of this group's round of matches.

Reading the poems one by one, Duan Yong couldn't help but nod his head in praise. There are really a lot of excellent poems this year, and the number of votes in several shows is almost the same, and the competition is very fierce.

When he clicked on the sixth group, his eyes snapped open. Because he saw the poem on the left hand side of the middle of the playing field.

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. ”

"Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard, who knows the ......"

Duan Yong recited it several times, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he was farming in the countryside before, and he had a lot of thoughts for a while......

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It's the last day of September, friends, ask for recommendation tickets!

(To be continued.) )