Chapter 127: The Transfigurated Beetle [Three More Requests for Subscription]

The pace of winter has not gone far, but the Chinese Writers Association in Chaoyang is in full swing.

The deadline for the "8th Chinese Young Authors Literary Creation Competition" arrived yesterday, and this year, 80 preliminary judges invited by the Chinese Writers Association gathered together.

Everyone sat in front of the computer and listened to the director of the review meeting explain the specific standards.

It has been eight years since the Youth Literary Creation Contest was held, and the judges selected each year are different.

As the saying goes, there are 1,000 Hamlets out of a thousand readers, and each judge has their own preferences, which is a bit of a contradiction for the entries to be submitted.

Because there are no standard answers to mathematical and physical answers to literary works such as poetry and prose.

In order to reduce misjudgments, each work will be read by at least three preliminary judges, and only two negatives will be placed in the pending area.

A large number of literary works will be screened out in the preliminary review process, and only 10% will enter the review process.

This 10% of literary works will be displayed anonymously on the Internet, magazines, and newspapers.

Readers can vote for the most popular poems, poems, and essays.

This is not the same as the award selected by the review.

The review means that all judges read each work, and then vote by secret ballot to determine the Gold, Silver and Bronze awards.

The process is a little more complicated, but it's more fair, and it's very difficult to get a PR award.

"For the sake of the fairness of this literary contest, all selections are open to the public, and the judges must take it seriously. All manuscripts are original works that have passed the big data review. The center is not clear, whether the feelings are sincere, whether the content is detailed or thin, and whether the article is artificial. Don't go against the scoring principle because of personal preferences, I believe that everyone is an old comrade and knows the degree. We want to add fresh blood to the literary world, and don't mix any personal feelings in it. ”

Lei Hao, as the director of the jury of this competition, repeatedly instructed on the podium in front of him that he is the editor-in-chief of "Literature and Art Daily" and the vice president of the Chinese Writers Association, and he is enough to play this role in terms of ability and qualifications.

After finishing speaking, Lei Hao walked down from the podium, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and these writers, essayists, and poets of different ages and from all over the world were reviewing them according to their classification.

The preliminary jury of 50 writers, 20 essayists, and 10 poets is very powerful, and everyone is basically the real thing, and has written popular works.

"I hope there will be a few good seedlings coming up this year!"

Lei Hao is now over 60 years old, and seeing that the economy is becoming more and more developed and the construction of spiritual civilization is imminent, he really wants to tap new writers.

There are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

Now it's time for this generation of leading writers to appear!

……

"It's a good feeling to be a judge. ”

I was excited and nervous, and I had a lot of responsibility

Wan Jinghai sat in front of his computer and looked around, he had a touch screen pen and mouse in front of him, how comfortable and how to come.

He joined the National Writers' Association last year on the recommendation of the local Writers' Association, and has published several popular works.

The reputation is very good, but the sales are average.

It's enough to support your family, but it's still a little short if you want to be rich and rich.

He was young among the gray-haired old writers, and he was very young.

I didn't expect to be directly selected to become the preliminary judge of this youth literary creation competition, which really made those local writers envious, and they were so lucky!

Wan Jinghai has no experience at all, and he doesn't know how to pass or not, so he can only rely on his reading feeling.

A work that can attract you is a good work, and if you can't attract yourself, you won't pass.

Prose and poetry are very small, and the number of judges is much smaller.

Even if a maximum of 50,000 words is specified, the judges of the class are still the slowest to review, and there is no one!

Wan Jinghai's head exploded a little after reading several articles in a row.

"Xiao Wan, now you know that being a judge is not a good thing, but hard work!" An old man wearing reading glasses next to him joked while drinking water, "We have to be responsible for these works, let's go buy some eye drops after reading it today." ”

"Lin Lao, I really don't know if these people are bold or too confident, and they dare to throw anything over. ”

It's too spicy for the eyes!

Who wants to look at garbage.

"That's why only 10 percent of the cuts are left in the first round. ”

Wan Jinghai rubbed his eyes, gave an X to the one in front of him, and then continued to read down.

The word Metamorphosis appeared in front of his eyes.

[One morning, Zhang Wei woke up from his restless sleep and found himself lying on the bed and turned into a giant beetle. 】

"Huh!"

This book seems to be a bit interesting, people become beetles.

Wan Jinghai's tired mind was instantly energized, and his eyes looked over the screen little by little.

Why did it turn into a beetle?

What's so special about this beetle?

The plot is so absurd, but the author's narration is like a camera, without clear emotions and positions.

At the beginning, the unknown author recounts this strange and terrifying event with a casual attitude.

Then, the whole story unfolds in his bewilderment.

After Zhang Wei turned into a beetle, he grew claws and tentacles, his back was arched, and his abdomen was white spots.

Wan Jinghai was stunned, what happened to this protagonist?

The author did not have any surprise at all, nor did he try his best to portray Zhang Wei's inner activities after realizing his mutation, but it was very objective to describe that the protagonist Zhang Wei was thinking about his work as always, and wanted to catch the morning bus!

At this time, I still want to go to work.

How much salary did the boss give and how much ecstasy soup did he pour in!

It's just a small travel salesman, and it's not an essential position.

A beetle moves its body with a human mind, and the description is so vivid that it is as if you have seen it with your own eyes.

Time passed slowly, and the appearance of the rest of the characters inside made Wan Jinghai nervous. If you become a beetle, how will you treat your family, and how will your family react?

But Zhang Wei's similar reaction was not at all.

The author is very "indifferent" in a large section describing how the protagonist drags the body of the insect to turn over and get out of bed, how to think about and overcome the impact of the new body, and how to fall without pain.

Zhang Wei's behavior is extremely abnormal, and his narration attitude is extremely calm, not like he is talking about a terrifying and terrible event at all!

There is a strong contrast between the narrative attitude and the content of the story, which creates an unusually grotesque effect.

At least Wan Jinghai watched it with relish, this article captured his heart just from the way it was written, not to mention the scene and reaction of the protagonist's family when they saw the beetle.