Fang Jing landed on the official website of the Chinese Writers Association, and the second stage of the competition was hosted by the Chinese Writers Association. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Naturally, the contestants should also submit their contributions to the official website of the Chinese Writers Association.

In the information prompt window, Fang Jing and others really saw that there were two new submissions. The remarks are that Li Fan of the Funan Division.

"It's another piece of prose and an ancient poem, this kid really doesn't give up. Lin Hai shook his head and said.

"In Praise of the Poplar Tree? What is there to praise for such an ordinary poplar tree. This kid has given up on himself?" Fang Jing scoffed.

"Old Fang, hurry up and click on it for us to enjoy and appreciate. 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 this article.

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Beijing, the office building of the Chinese Writers Association.

Yu Qiu, the president of the Writers Association, frowned and asked, "Xiaolin, hasn't Li Fan from the Funan Division uploaded his works yet?"

Seeing that the submission deadline was approaching, Yu Qiu couldn't help but be a little worried. He is also looking forward to Li Fan being able to create two more excellent articles.

A few days ago, when he learned that Li Fan, the author of "Spring" and "Village House", was the young fairy tale writer Li Fan, Yu Qiu was also very surprised. He also wondered why Li Fan was so young, but he had such deep attainments in prose and poetry.

However, doubts are doubts, and Yu Qiu does not believe the "Li Fan looking for a gunman" incident that was very hot a few days ago. There was an intuition that told him that those two works were Li Fan's own.

That's why he is full of expectations for Li Fan's second phase of work. It's just that at this time, Li Fan has not yet submitted works. Yu Qiu couldn't help frowning a little, could it be that the rumors were true?

Yu Qing shook his head, he believed in his instincts, and he also believed in Li Fan. I haven't uploaded it yet, maybe I haven't found inspiration yet, Yu Qing thought. After all, a great piece of writing needs inspiration.

However, at this time, the secretary Lin Yu suddenly said: "President, Li Fan's work has been passed on. ”

"It's coming?" Yu Qiu's eyes lit up, his expression was relieved, and he hurriedly refreshed the web page on the computer. Sure enough, I saw two of Li Fan's works.

Yu Qiu also frowned slightly. Apparently he didn't think there was anything to praise about the poplar tree either. However, with the expectation of Li Fan in his heart, he still watched it seriously.

"The poplar tree is really not ordinary, I praise the poplar tree!

The car is speeding on the boundless plateau, and what hits your field of vision is a large blanket of yellow and green. The yellow is the soil, the uncultivated virgin soil, the crust of the Loess Plateau, which was successfully accumulated by the great forces of nature hundreds of thousands of years ago, and the green is the result of the victory of human labor over nature, and it is the wheat field ......."

As soon as he read the beginning, Yu Qiu's frowning brows instantly relaxed. A picture of a vast, flat, brightly colored plateau comes to mind. Yu Qiu couldn't help but close his eyes, intoxicated by the poetic words.

This is definitely an essay that is not under "Spring". Yu Qiu was inexplicably surprised, and he slowly read down little by little. I'm afraid I'll finish reading this article.

"The wind blows, turning up round after round of green waves - at this time, you will really admire the two words "wheat waves" created by the people of the past, if it is not a clever hand, it is indeed the essence of tempered language......

"'Mai Lang', this word is used wonderfully, it's really wonderful!" Yu Qiu couldn't help but high-five.

He couldn't help but think of such a picture in his mind: the Loess Plateau, the green wheat fields are vast. A gust of wind blew, and all the wheat stalks floated with the wind, and the green waves fell together and swung into the distance......

It's so beautiful!

"Yellow and green dominate, boundless, and open, and if it weren't for the distant peaks of the distant mountains that seem to be side by side to remind you, you would have forgotten that the car was driving on the plateau......"

Yellow and green, boundless. Yu Qiu continued to look down with excitement.

"The feeling that comes to you at this point may be 'majestic', maybe 'great', and so on. At the same time, however, your eyes may feel a little tired, and you have closed your eyes to the current 'grandeur' or 'greatness'. And another flavor grows in your heart - 'monotony'. Isn't it monotonous, a little bit......"

Monotonous? How could such a magnificent picture be monotonous? Yu Qiu frowned when he read this.

Such a magnificent picture scroll, the emotions that have been haunting the reader's heart from the beginning, were destroyed by this sentence in an instant.

Why is this happening? Yu Qiu couldn't figure it out. Could it be that Li Fan is too young after all, and his pen power is limited, and he can't control the words behind it? If that's the case, it would be a pity. Such a classic beginning, but is it going to end like this?

Yu Qiu shook his head regretfully and sighed. But I'm still looking down.

"But if in an instant you raise your eyes and see a row of trees in the distance—nay, or even only three or five, one, towering proudly like sentinels, what will be your sleepy mood?" I cried out in amazement.

It was the poplar tree, an ordinary tree in the Northwest Pole, but it was not an ordinary tree......"

This earth-shattering turn made Yu Qiu's expression agitated. "In an instant", "raise your eyes", and the poplar tree appeared!

When Yu Qiu read the words "raise his eyes violently", he also reflexively raised his eyes and looked up. It's as if I saw it...... Uh, okay. He didn't see the poplar tree, only his female secretary, staring at him with big eyes, curious.

Yu Qiu coughed and withdrew his gaze. Soon, he was immersed in the shock of this earth-shattering turn of events. The magnificent picture description above is just paving the way for the appearance of poplar trees.

This kind of description is not bold, and the requirements for pen power are also very high. Li Fan, this young man, really dares to write.

Since everything in front of him is to pave the way for the poplar tree, what kind of tree will such a poplar tree be? Yu Qiu seemed to feel that something was coming.

"It's a tree that strives to go upstream, with straight stems and straight branches. Its stem is usually a zhang high, as if it is artificial, and there are no side branches within one zhang. All its branches were all upward, and close together, as if artificially made, and became a bundle, and no one escaped horizontally...... This is a tree that has maintained its stubbornness despite the pressure of the wind and snow in the north. Even if it is only the thickness of the bowl, it strives to develop upward, as high as zhang Xu, two zhang, towering to the sky, indomitable, against the northwest wind.

This is the poplar tree, an ordinary tree in the Northwest Pole, but it is by no means an ordinary tree......"

Yu Qiu couldn't help but high-five again. This seemingly simple and casual description describes the shape, color, and character of the poplar tree very vividly.

The poplar tree is indeed an ordinary, but by no means ordinary tree!

Li Fan, this young man's classic prose after "Spring". It's not easy!

At this time, Yu Qiu could only say with such emotion!

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(To be continued.) )