After all, the first online original literature contest was hosted by the banyan tree, and William Zhu, who is the leader of the banyan tree, also hurried to the scene ten minutes before the competition started and sat in the C position of the judges' seat.

The judges on the stage can be said to be distinct, with Zhu William in the center as the boundary, on one side are traditional writers like Wang Shuo, and on the other side are Internet writers such as Ning Caishen and Baby Anne, the old and the young, and even the clothes they wear are different.

When the host called Baby Anne's name, the audience applauded thunderously, and the following Ning Caishen, Li Xunhuan and others were also the same.

So, Wang Shuo, a veteran writer, also learned what it means that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach.

Obviously, judging from the enthusiastic reactions of the contestants on the spot, traditional writers such as Wang Shuo, Jia Pingwa, and Yu Hua are close to being outdated, and these little boys and girls with immature faces are not the current Internet celebrities.

Seeing Anne and Ning Caishen so sought after at the scene, Lin Weidong was also a little itchy, wanting to jump on stage, show his identity, and then accept the cheers of hundreds of people.

You must know that Lin Weidong is also a well-known Internet celebrity now, even if his fame is not as good as Annie, Li Xunhuan, and Ning Caishen for the time being, he will definitely not be far behind.

In Lin Weidong's view, this literary contest is simply a dimensionality reduction blow for him, and he is fully qualified to sit next to Annie.

Just when Lin Weidong was looking at the stage expressionlessly, a boy with glasses sitting next to him took the initiative to put it on him.

"Dude, what do you call it?"

Lin Weidong turned his head, glanced at the four-eyed boy next to him, and out of politeness, he reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said, "Hello, my name is Lin Weidong." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be Brother Lin, my name is Luo Tianfu. ”

"Oh, hello. After Lin Weidong finished speaking, he quickly turned his head and looked at the judges on the stage.

To be honest, Lin Weidong is not interested in making friends with a little person like Luo Tianfu.

It's not that Lin Weidong looks down on the little people, but that even if he and this Luo Tianfu worship in place today, in a few days, they will definitely gradually return to strangeness.

Since each other has long been destined to be strange, why waste expressions?

Luo Tianfu pushed Lin Weidong, and then asked, "Dude, what kind of work do you plan to write this time?"

Lin Weidong did not hide it, and said calmly: "I plan to write poetry." ”

Luo Tianfu asked curiously, "Modern poetry or ancient poetry?"

Lin Weidong said: "Modern poetry. ”

Luo Tianfu glanced at Lin Weidong sympathetically, and said earnestly: "Dude, listen to my advice, don't write poems later, what age are you now, do you really think of yourself as a poet?"

Regarding Luo Tianfu's remarks, Lin Weidong just smiled and didn't explain much.

In fact, Lin Weidong writes poetry because he is not good at other subjects, and he writes poetry for convenience, as long as he writes well enough, even if it is a few simple sentences, he has a chance to win awards, and it is not easy to show his stuffing.

Seeing Lin Weidong ignoring him, Luo Tianfu couldn't help but ask again: "Dude, why do you seem to be very unconvinced by the editor under the banyan tree?"

Lin Weidong was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "Do I have it?"

Luo Tianfu said bluntly: "You have, I obviously see disdain in your eyes." ”

Without waiting for Lin Weidong to refute, Luo Tianfu continued: "Don't admit it, I understand your mentality, frankly I'm not convinced, you say that a few of them look like dogs, what's so great about them, isn't it just because they are editors under the banyan tree and have written one or two popular online novels? What qualifications do you have to sit with Teacher Wang Shuo and Teacher Jia Pingwa?"

"You're embarrassed to be a judge for us, do they have the ability?"

Hearing Luo Tianfu's words, Lin Weidong's impression of him was greatly reduced, and he would have taken care of him for a word or two out of politeness, but now he doesn't want to talk to him directly, dare to love this buddy is not only a chatter, but also an angry young man who is not good at seeing people and does not like anything.

Luo Tianfu saw that Lin Weidong ignored him, and he felt embarrassed and uncomfortable in his heart, so he found someone next to him to continue talking.

Since it is a competition, it is inevitable to say some cliché opening speeches, starting with William Zhu, the judges present have successively expressed their feelings and blessings.

Judge Wang Shuo also picked up the microphone and said to the thousands of audiences in the audience: "The Internet provides people with an unprecedented opportunity to express themselves freely, so that every talented person will not be buried by the system. ”

As soon as the words fell, the audience instantly burst into thunderous applause.

Subsequently, an invigilator reads out the discipline of the examination room, and the three invigilators check the admission tickets of the contestants from table to table, look at the photos on the admission tickets, and then look at the faces of the contestants.

5 minutes before the test, the manuscript paper will be distributed, and the judges and teachers will loudly remind the contestants to fill in their names or pen names in the designated area of the manuscript paper, and at the same time remind the contestants not to answer the questions before ringing the bell.

Immediately afterwards, William Zhu picked up the microphone and shouted loudly: "The first online original literature contest has officially begun!"

Lin Weidong didn't put down his pen in a hurry, but took a few deep breaths and looked around.

Lin Weidong looked up, all of them were young faces, except for a few older authors, most of them were post-70s, as well as post-80s authors like Lin Weidong.

Like other contestants, Luo Tianfu was already on the manuscript paper and began to write the article he had prepared in advance, he saw Lin Weidong looking around, thinking that Lin Weidong wanted to plagiarize his own words, so he hurriedly covered the manuscript paper with his left hand.

Lin Weidong shook his head with a wry smile, picked up the pen as well, and began to write the next poem on the paper - "Old Old".

The works of this literary contest mainly focus on the three points of "life, feelings, and thoughts", which means that as long as you don't go too far off topic, you can write about any genre.

So, Lin Weidong wrote a poem "Old Old" in his junior high school, which was the first poem Lin Weidong wrote in his last life.

"Old me,

Old you,

Sitting under the old locust tree,

Singing the old ballads,

......”

Lin Weidong only wrote half of the poem "Old Old" and tore up the manuscript paper.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Weidong wrote another poem "Self-inflicted Love":

"The fish trusts the water so much, but the water boils it.

The leaves trust the wind so much, but the wind blows it down.

I trust you so much, but you hurt me.

But then I found out that it was not water that boiled fish, but fire.

It's not the wind that blows off the leaves, it's autumn.

It's not you who hurt me, it's my self-inflicted feelings. ”

After writing, Lin Weidong still felt dissatisfied, the front was written very well, but the back fell into clichés, and the love between children and daughters was too child's play, so he tore up another piece of manuscript paper.

Now, Lin Weidong has to admit that if he wants to be a blockbuster in this competition, the original poems he wrote will definitely not be able to be put on the stage.

As a so-called "poet" who loves to write poetry, Lin Weidong has read a lot of good poems, but there are not too many in his mind, only a few.

After thinking about it, Lin Weidong finally picked up the pen again and wrote the poem "You Are Still by My Side" on clean manuscript paper.

"The water of the waterfall goes upstream,

Dandelion seeds float back from afar, gathering into an umbrella

The sun rises in the west and sets in the east.

The bullet returns to the chamber,

Athletes return to the starting line,

I turned in my acceptance letter and forgot about the ten-year cold window.

The smell of food wafts from the kitchen,

You sign my roll with your name,

Turn off the TV and help me put my bag on my back,

You're still with me. ”

The poem "You Are Still by My Side" written by Lin Weidong is the first prize work of the "Independent Times" magazine of Xiangjiang Chinese University, and the original author is Dai Chang, a student of Xiangjiang Chinese University.

This is a small poem for his mother, the author Dai Chang is a lovely child in the Northeast, this poem was published during his study in Xiangjiang, spending the Spring Festival alone.

In his previous life, Lin Weidong happened to see this poem by Dai Chang on Weibo, and after reading it several times, he liked it very much, so he recited it.