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Lin Yuan looked at the screen on the computer, stunned.

He is 25 years old and has been working in the city since he was 20 years old. For five years, he didn't go home once. It's not that he doesn't want to go back, it's that he doesn't want to go back like that.

In the past five years, he has been working early and returning late, diligent and thrifty, but he has only saved less than 50,000 yuan. He wanted to wait until one day, when he had made a lot of money, and then he would go back to visit his mother, who was getting old.

It's just that now, this simple picture touched the thoughts hidden in his heart. He remembered that when he was 20 years old, when he was leaving, his mother would arrange his clothes over and over again, telling him to go home early if things were not going well outside.

It's just that he was in high spirits at that time, and he only wanted to go to the big city outside to make a lot of money, and he didn't notice his mother's concern and reluctance at all, and he didn't even say goodbye when he left.

Five years have passed in a hurry, and he is no longer the simple high-spirited teenager he was back then. During this period, every time his mother asked him on the phone when he would go back, he always said that he would go back when he earned money.

At this time, he could always hear his mother's soft sigh on the phone, but he didn't care about it before, but hung up the phone in a hurry.

Although he is just an ordinary wage earner, this does not affect his preference for poetry. From the beginning of the qualifiers to the present, as long as he has time, he will sit in front of the computer and watch the game. The exquisite poems will bring some comfort to his tired heart.

Today was the first round of the finals, and he hurried back home to turn on the computer, but what he saw was such a picture that made him distracted.

Just as he was in his trance, the time slowly came to 7 p.m.

The interface of the official website of the Chinese Poetry Association has changed again, the question interface has disappeared, and it has been replaced with the same competition interface as the group stage. The 32 matches are displayed on 7 screens, each with 5 matches, and the display is exactly the same as in the group stage, except that there are only two matches on the last screen.

The 64 participating poets also completed their works in this half hour. Regardless of the quality, at least not one abstained.

The interface changed, and Lin Yuan also came back to his senses from his daze. He picked up the mouse and switched one interface after another, wanting to see what kind of works the 64 poets had written.

Maybe it's because it's hard to write, or maybe half an hour is too short. Lin Yuan saw that the quality of most of the works was not very good, at least in the eyes of ordinary viewers like them.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he couldn't help but whisper a poem.

"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.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return to the ...... later"

Lin Yuan's repeated whispering, his mother's earnest admonition when he was leaving, and his mother's soft sighs on the phone again and again, kept echoing in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer. However, Lin Yuan was a little frightened to find that at this time, he couldn't remember his mother's face.

Lin Yuan hurriedly wiped away the tears in his eyes, wanting to see his mother's face clearly, but he still couldn't see clearly. Five years is enough time for my mother's sideburns to turn into white silk, deep wrinkles on her forehead, and her straight body already has some rickets.

How could he see clearly?

Suddenly, Lin Yuan stood up and began to pack his things in the room. He decided to take leave and go home tomorrow. It doesn't matter what makes a lot of money, what goes back to save face, these are all cages that you put on yourself.

He finally knew that all his mother was looking forward to day and night was that he would come home!

......

At this time, many people across the country, like Lin Yuan, were reciting this poem in a low voice repeatedly. Just such a picture, coupled with such a poem, made their eyes moisten unconsciously, and they remembered their elderly mother.

Being in a foreign land, they took out their mobile phones and dialed the phone at home, just wanting to hear their mother's voice at this time. Some people who haven't been home for a long time also made the same decision as Lin Yuan and went home.

......

Maybe it was the picture just now, coupled with Li Fan's current song "The Wanderer's Yin", which touched the hearts of netizens. Now the atmosphere on the Internet is not warm, and occasionally there are some speeches, which are just to express their inner feelings.

Or maybe everyone doesn't have much heart to vote now, and now the number of votes for each participating poet is growing relatively slowly, including Li Fan's "The Wanderer's Yin".

......

Beijing, the headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

Han Zhong sighed lightly and said: "Such poems are really not easy to write, and the quality of this round of works is generally not high. It is a pity that our poets are accustomed to singing about the four seasons of the year, rivers and mountains, wind and snow, but they are not good at this most simple expression of emotions. ”

Bai Yi muttered: "It is indeed a little difficult to complete such a work in half an hour. I think everyone's feelings are sincere and sincere, but they lack the inspiration to integrate them into a poem. ”

Liu Yuan said: "However, we are still lucky after all. This topic can get Li Fan's song "The Wanderer's Yin", which is enough. In addition, the works of a few people such as Yan Mu, Mo Bai, and Du Feng are also good. ”

Han Zhong said with a smile: "Lao Liu is right, we can't ask too much, and the works of Li Fan, Yan Mu, and Mo Bai are enough." In particular, Li Fan's "The Wanderer's Yin" is simply the most perfect interpretation of this picture. It seems that Li Fan is not only good at landscapes and pastorals, and today he once again surprised us. ”

Bai Yi nodded and said: "The whole poem is only six sentences and thirty words, the text is ordinary, and the description technique is simple. However, the emotions expressed are sincere and natural, which can easily resonate with the wanderers, and will inevitably be widely recited by people. ”

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Beijing, a residential community.

After Yan Mu savored "The Wanderer's Yin", his face was a little dignified. Li Fan's poem is indeed higher than his own work. Seeing the truth in the simplicity, this kind of depiction technique seems simple, but in fact it is very difficult.

This depiction is also similar to some of Li Fan's previous works. It seems that Li Fan has used this technique perfectly, not only good at landscape and pastoral works.

This made Yan Mu feel that he still looked down on Li Fan a little before. However, this did not make Yan Mu flinch, but made him feel excited.

Because, among the poets of the younger generation, he has finally found someone who is qualified to be his opponent. The previous "Four Youths in Poetry" was certainly good, but in the eyes of Yan Mu, it was not worth his full effort.

Now, as soon as Li Fan's "The Wanderer's Yin" came out, Yan Mu was excited.

"Let me, then, do my best to defeat you. ”

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