In the evening, after dinner. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Li Fan returned to the room and turned on the computer, ready to go online to see who his opponent in the first round of the knockout match was.

Wan Tao and Li Fan have a little impression that he is the author of the eighth group of the group stopper. The strength is good, and he advanced to the finals as the second in the group.

Immediately, Li Fan visited the poetry world again, and the enthusiasm of netizens became higher and higher.

"It's the finals, and people are eliminated every day. It sounds cruel, but why am I so excited?"

"Wow, there's violence upstairs. Well, I'm actually quite excited. ”

"This Wan Tao is really unlucky, he met Li Fan in the first round, and now he is going to play in the finals. ”

This is not necessarily, there are great variables in completing the proposition and composing a poem within half an hour. ”

"Wan Tao is not the most unlucky, Li Yue, who came out of the second group, met Yan Mu in the first round, which is the most unlucky. ”

"Yan Mu, that's last year's championship, if you meet Li Fan, I don't know who is strong and who is weak?"

"Under the competition system of the finals, it is estimated that Yan Mu is slightly better. After all, he is more than ten years older than Li Fan, and he is stronger in terms of both qualifications and experience. ”

“......”

It seems that netizens agree with the strength of this Yan Mu. Li Fan saw that the names mentioned by netizens the most were himself and Yan Mu, followed by Mo Bai and others.

It seems that last year's championship winner seems to be very strong. Well, that's interesting.

......

Magic City, a residential community.

"The first round of grouping is out and we seem to have had good luck not to kill each other. Mo Bai said with a smile.

Lu Ran nodded and said, "Not only that, but we haven't met Li Fan yet. ”

Wang Ling shook his head and said: "Brother Lu, don't forget the rules of the finals stage, even if you meet Li Fan's kid in a narrow way, it is still unknown who will win and who will lose." ”

Du Feng said with a smile: "That's true, I very much hope to meet Li Fan again, and do it with real swords and guns again." ”

Mo Bai said: "Don't worry, we will always meet him." Unless he's eliminated in the first round. However, this is unlikely. ”

"Yes!" the other three nodded yes at the same time.

......

On September 9, after a busy day, Li Fan had dinner early. At 6:20 p.m., I sat down in front of the computer and waited for the first round of eliminations to begin.

The knockout round is different from the group stage, as long as the entries are uploaded in advance, it doesn't matter if you are not there during the competition. The knockout round is not good, at least the half hour between 6:30 and 7 o'clock must be used, otherwise you will be eliminated directly.

In fact, there will be one or two in each competition, and it is a pity that they are eliminated because they did not submit their works in time.

Li Fan didn't want to be eliminated like this.

The rest of the 63 contestants apparently had the same idea, and they all sat down in front of their computers and waited for the competition to begin.

Netizens are also quite punctual, but while they are waiting, they keep talking.

"I'm going to start right away, I don't know what this first question is?"

"Who knows, it's different every year. ”

"We'll see it in a few minutes, so we'll see. ”

“......”

In the midst of all the anticipation, the time came to 6:30 p.m.

The interface of the official website of the Chinese Poetry Association has changed, and the title of the first round of elimination has appeared on the official website.

At this time, there is nothing else on the entire official website except for this question and a one-and-a-half-hour countdown logo.

At this time, whether it is the participating author or countless netizens, their spirits are lifted and they carefully observe this topic.

Li Fan is naturally no exception.

It's a painting, and it looks like it's going to be a poem based on what the painting says.

In the picture is an ordinary farmhouse. The adobe walls, thatched roofs, and some dilapidated fences around them show that the family was not wealthy. At the door of the house sat a middle-aged woman, a dress spread out on her knees, her left hand caressing the surface of her dress, and her right hand holding a sewing needle, as if she was sewing the clothes densely.

Not far from the middle-aged woman, a young man in his 20s was sorting out a bag and seemed to be going out for a long time. The man was not wearing a coat, and his coat was probably the one that the middle-aged woman was sewing.

Outside the fence gate, a winding path leads into the distance......

That's what the whole picture is about. The picture is not complicated, a young man is going out of the house, and her mother is sewing clothes for him.

Li Fan's eyes were condensed, and there were faint tears.

At this time, many people understood this painting.

"It's a poem for my mother, and that's what this year's first round of eliminations is about. ”

"I think many of us have had that experience, mother...... At this time, my eyes were a little moist. ”

"Yes, as soon as this question came out, it reminded us of our mother. However, this kind of poetry is not easy to write. ”

"Well, it's easy to write a word for your mother, but it's not easy to write a poem. ”

“......”

Beijing, the headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

"President, this question seems to make everyone's atmosphere a little solemn. Bai Yi said.

Han Zhong nodded and said, "This is a picture that many of us have experienced, and it will naturally cause some memories and sadness. However, this question is very meaningful, to write a poem dedicated to the mother, which is what every poet should do. ”

Liu Yuan also nodded and said, "That's true, we can have more questions like this in the future." It's just that such poems are really difficult to write, and everyone is probably going to be nerve-wracking. ”

Bai Yidao: "If it's easy to write, it's not called the finals." Everyone is an elite who has been killed in the midst of many sieges, so let's wait and see. ”

......

"A poem to my mother. ”

People of different ages and experiences should have different feelings about this picture. But no matter how they feel, it doesn't affect their expectations for this round of games.

What will be the answers of each of the 64 participating authors?

At this time, Zheng Jie, Yu Qiu, Tang Quan, Su Qing, Tang Ying and others also looked at the picture on the computer and were silent.

......

Li Fan clearly remembers the day he left the village when he went to college in his previous life, and his mother was like the mother in the picture, sitting at the door of the hall, carefully sewing his clothes.

A few years later, before he could repay the reward, he had already reached this life. Fortunately, God treats him well, whether it is in the past life or in this life, his mother has not changed, and everything is still in time.

He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and wrote this poem on the computer:

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

......

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