After adding BB friends, Lu Dongchen can see the other party's screen name, called "I'm a poet crazy". One look at this screen name, you can roughly judge that the other party is a poetry lover.

What kind of poem should I vote for? Lu Dongchen thought about it, and a poem "Climbing the Stork's Tower" suddenly appeared in his mind, so let's do it.

Find another poem by Li Shen's "Hoe He", this poem Lu Dongchen memorized it well when he was in elementary school, and he came as soon as he opened his mouth.

In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, Lu Dongchen opened the search engine Qiandu Network again, and searched for "Climbing the Stork's Tower" and "Hoe He", and the search results were blank, not to mention poetry, not even Wang Zhilian and Li Shen.

I found a blank document and recorded the poem.

Over there, the BB avatar of "I'm crazy about poetry" has been lit up, and Lu Dongchen typed it over:

"Hello, editor, I have two poems here, I will send them to you now, please review to see if they meet the inclusion standards of your journal. Lu Dongchen didn't talk nonsense, directly expressed his intentions, and then released "Climbing the Stork's Tower" and "Hoe He" for the first time.

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G City, the office building that loves to read poetry magazines.

Even though it was Friday and it was almost nine o'clock in the evening, Murong George was still working in the office. Yes, he is the recipient of the screen name "Poetry I am a poetry maniac", and he is also responsible for the preliminary review.

As the poetry weekly with the largest circulation and the most influence in the imperial capital, coupled with the infinite love of the people of the imperial capital for poetry and literature, the number of submitted poems received by the poetry magazine every day is massive, although the editorial department still has more than a dozen first draft reviewers like Murong George, but the workload is still very large.

Looking out the window, the night is dark, thousands of lights are on, and the capital, as one of the best metropolises in the imperial capital, is extremely prosperous at night.

Murong George stretched his waist and moved his lower shoulders. After sitting for almost a whole day, he was so tired, today's receipt and preliminary review work were finally over, and he was ready to turn off the computer and go home to rest. Tomorrow weekend, I can finally relax for two days.

At this moment, another BB message window popped up, and two poems were sent at the same time.

I thought I'd look at it next working day, but I had developed a work habit for many years, and I subconsciously clicked on the document with the mouse in my hand.

"Hoe He"

Well, the name is average, and poets in this world generally like to use longer poetry titles. Murong George commented in his heart, but for poetry, the name does not mean anything, and the name is quite passable.

"At noon on hoe day,

Sweat drops down the soil.

Who knows the Chinese food on the plate,

Every grain is hard. ”

At first glance, the text is very straightforward, the meaning is very easy to understand, and I don't feel that there is anything powerful.

But I just can't help it, and I want to read it a second time.

The second time, well, catchy, followed by the third, the fourth.

It's like being bored at home, playing your favorite songs, and the single is looping, and you can't stop at all.

It's catchy, it's superficial, it's very good. Then conduct in-depth analysis, and conduct professional standards such as flat battles, rhymes before and after, and poetic poetry.

Looking at it with an amateur eye, the light perception is good, but I don't know where the good is. From a professional point of view, Murong George couldn't help but be amazed.

"High!"

As a professional recipient and preliminary editor of poetry magazines, Murong George's own literary accomplishment is quite a certain level, and he has to read hundreds of submissions every day, so his analytical vision is naturally unique.

The flat is extremely neat, the rhyme is just right, the front and back structure is reasonable, and the strong sense of picture comes to the face, which conveys a strong sense of homesickness. The essence of a poem is that it has everything, and there is no shortage of it.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!" Murong George couldn't stop admiring.

Let's look at the second poem:

At the end of the day,

The Yellow River flows into the sea.

Destitute,

Better

It is also very neat, and the rhyme is just right! It also contains historical allusions. Two high-level poems in a row appeared, this is definitely everyone's work, this must be written by a great poet and writer in the world, and it is absolutely impossible to write such a good sentence without decades of skill.

Thinking of this, how dare Murong George slack off, and hurriedly sent a message back to Lu Dongchen on the BB number: "Hello, may I ask what you call your old name? Who is from the Poetry Alliance? Are these two poems your old original?"

Murong George has been working in poetry magazines for more than ten years, and he really can't think of a few of the poems that can reach these two levels. People who love poetry see a good poem like an alcoholic who can't extricate himself from seeing good wine. He forgot that it was already off work, so he forwarded the two songs to his editor-in-chief and dialed the phone.

Xiao Haitang, the editor-in-chief of the poetry magazine, is nearly sixty years old, and he has just finished taking a shower, drying his gray hair with a bath towel, taking off his reading glasses, putting them on the bedside, and is about to go to bed. When people get older, they don't have the same energy as before, and they go to bed earlier.

A look at the electricity, Murong George.

Well, it's the middle of the night, George is very sensible on weekdays, and he has never called himself at night, so there must be something urgent. Thinking of this, Xiao Haitang quickly connected the phone.

"Hey, George, what's wrong?"

"Editor-in-chief, I just received two poems, and they have been sent to your BB account......" Murong George's excitement did not fade, and he spoke quickly.

"That's it?" Xiao Haitang's tone was full of dissatisfaction, "Every day, we love to read poetry magazines, and we receive not a thousand, but also eight hundred. You want me to read every poem for yourself, do I want you to do it?"

Oh no, Murong George was shocked. Patronizing himself excitedly, forgetting the time, the editor-in-chief should have slept at this point. I remember the editor-in-chief said that he had a slight nervous breakdown, had difficulty falling asleep, and was most afraid of being disturbed.

"On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil...... Murong George suddenly blessed his soul and directly recited Lu Dongchen's poem. He listened to the tone of the editor-in-chief, which would make him angry, and probably just wanted to scold himself with his head covered and face, and he would not listen to any explanation from himself. simply read the poem directly, he knew that the editor-in-chief was a poet idiot compared to himself, so he didn't believe that the editor-in-chief couldn't take the bait.

Sure enough, listening to Murong George read "Hoe He" twice, Xiao Haitang slowly calmed down. "Hoe He" is very white, easy to understand, very easy to remember and sing, after listening to it twice, the whole poem Xiao Haitang himself memorized.

"Hoeing Day Afternoon ......"

Xiao Haitang paced slowly in the bedroom, groaning in his mouth, and the more he tasted, the more he felt the taste.

This poem, at first glance, I don't feel that it is clever, and it is a bit of a little white, but the more I read it, the more catchy it becomes, and the more I read it, the more thrilling it becomes.

In just four lines of poetry, it is written fresh and simple, and it is as clear as words. The idea is meticulous and deep, blurted out without a trace. The content is simple but rich, and the text is easy to understand but inexhaustible.

The editor-in-chief Xiao Haitang's level is more than one line higher than that of Murong George, and he quickly dissected the deep things of this poem, and the analysis is very good.

"Editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief, are you still listening to the phone......

Xiao Haitang was already completely immersed in the artistic conception of hoeing He, until the sound of Murong George raising his voice came from the phone.

"George, who submitted this poem, is it Huang Lao, Zhang Lao, or Li Lao from our Poetry Alliance? No, the old people in the Poetry Alliance are usually going to ask our father to tell our grandmother, but we can't make an appointment. Even if the appointment comes, you will send it to me directly after the manuscript is completed?" Xiao Haitang had a slight doubt.

"Oh......" Murong George was a little embarrassed, he patronized the poems, and he didn't ask Lu Dongchen about the situation on the BB.

"Oh what. George, today is Friday, and the day after tomorrow Monday is the time for the new issue of the poetry magazine we love to read, and the final version of the 10 works has been sent to the printing department, right?"

"Yes, editor-in-chief, the final draft has come out at noon, and after being signed by the president, it has been reported to the printing department. "Murong George is a little confused, why did the editor-in-chief suddenly ask about this? Could it be that he wants to change the manuscript on the spot?

Love Reading Weekly is published every Monday. According to the process, the editorial department to which Xiao Haitang and Murong George belong must submit the final draft to the president for signature on Friday morning, and then send it to the printing department. The Printing Department supervised the printing plant and spent the entire day on Saturday to complete the printing. Then it was sent to all parts of the country overnight, and then distributed to various sales outlets, so as to ensure that every Monday morning, the majority of readers can see the latest poetry magazines for the first time.

"Revis, remove the last poem "A Hundred Flowers in Bloom" and replace it with this "Hoe He"! And put it in the first poem at the beginning, that prime position!" Xiao Haitang on the other end of the phone pondered for a moment and quickly made this decision.