When all the editors rushed over and read the song "To the Oak Tree" carried by Huang Pingfan, everyone was shocked, and their eyes were full of stars.

Unexpectedly, in this era when everyone is struggling for food and clothing, someone can calm down and write such an earth-shattering poem.

"To the oak tree, let me reshape the correct view of love, thank it for letting me know what I really want, I also want to be a kapok next to the oak tree. ”

"I cried when I read it, it can really resonate with us women, this is the love I want!"

Not only is the quality of the poem itself outstanding, but the concept of love in it is even more refreshing. ”

"In this era when everyone is running for three meals a day, and in this era when many women have begun to worship money, someone actually said such shocking words! Yes, it is said that women can hold up half the sky, but in too many times, female compatriots seem to have forgotten that in the face of all difficulties, they face difficulties, fight the heavens and the earth, and dare to die. ”

"Say what masculinism, what say men are inferior to women.

In fact, since ancient times, haven't all men been inferior to women?"

"Yes, crises, crises, crises are always accompanied by opportunities.

Throughout the ages, whenever there is danger, men have always been the first to rush forward and use their flesh and blood to build a great wall of flesh and blood for women and children. Leave the danger to yourself, peace and joy to the children and women. ”

"Yes, this poem is really well written: we share the cold waves, the wind and frost, the thunderbolts, we share the fog, the drift, the neon, as if we are separated forever, but we are dependent on each other for life. Only this kind of love can be regarded as the greatest love. ”

"Yes, men and women are equal, women can hold up half the sky, no, there are dangerous men, and happy women can enjoy. Equality is equality, and we can share the cold waves, wind and frost, thunderbolts, fog, drift, and neon together. Only in this way can it be possible to achieve true equality between men and women, and to feel the greatness of true love!"

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The editors were amazed, so that the deputy editor-in-chief who was the first to discover it smiled so much that he couldn't see his eyes.

With a full sense of accomplishment and a face full of joy, he walked into the editor-in-chief's office.

"Editor-in-chief, I came across a work by a student from a township middle school today, and I'll show you if I can publish it. The deputy editor-in-chief, full of bad taste, handed Huang Pingfan's work to the editor-in-chief.

When the editor-in-chief heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "Township middle school, students' works?"

Yes, what did he think of this publication? Could it be that in his eyes, this publication was a garbage recycling bin?

Not to mention the masterpieces of great poets who have been famous for a long time, at least they must be very good and cutting-edge masterpieces to appear in this publication.

Don't forget, this journal, which is a national core journal, is the top platform for publishing modern poetry in the whole of China, so far.

Township middle school, we don't mean to despise it in the slightest, but can we cultivate a great poet with it? Or is it a student?

Just when the editor-in-chief was about to throw the work in the trash, and then criticize it fiercely, and send the deputy editor-in-chief of the work, someone spoke.

A young man standing next to the editor-in-chief asked with a smile: "Township Middle School, since it can be favored by the deputy editor-in-chief, I think the work will definitely not be particularly bad, right? Where is it? The imperial capital, the magic capital, the deep city, or Huaxi Village?"

Hearing the young man's question, a little bead of sweat appeared on the editor-in-chief's forehead.

Yes, the so-called township middle school, then it also depends on where the township is.

Huaxi Village, it is just a village, but in fact, the GDP does not belong to many, many prefecture-level cities, and even relatively backward provinces, and the GDP of a province may not necessarily exceed others.

Those small towns in the imperial capital are also incomparable to many, many prefecture-level cities below.

Hey, reckless, reckless.

Fortunately, everything is just thinking about it in our hearts, and it is not declared in our mouths, so it is not a shame.

"Uh, vice president...... No, not somewhere you are talking about. It's just a small township in Southern Province, the township middle school of Xiliang Middle School in Liying Township, the work of a first-year high school student named Huang Pingfan. When the deputy editor-in-chief saw the young man, he began to become a little reserved, and after hearing his question, he became even more nervous.

"Western Liang Middle School?" the young man's eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked.

"Well, Western Bright Middle School. The deputy editor-in-chief hurriedly responded.

"Hehe, that's my alma mater. Unexpectedly, here, I was able to meet the junior brothers of Xiliang Middle School, which was interesting and interesting. The young man looked at the editor-in-chief with a smile and said, "Editor-in-chief, if the quality of the work is acceptable, then publish it, and it can be regarded as my return to my alma mater." ”

"This township middle school is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and it is an outstanding person. Not only can there be a high-achieving student of Peking University like the vice president, but also an amazing talent like Huang Pingfan in school, congratulations!" the deputy editor-in-chief congratulated with a smile.

"Hehe, deputy editor-in-chief, you are wrong. Xiliang Middle School is not a township middle school, it is a key middle school at the prefectural and municipal levels, and it is the same level as Jiangjiang No. 1 Middle School.

Back then, when we were still in Western Liang Middle School, at that time, it was unprecedented. What year did Tsinghua University and Peking University not be? It's just that the teachers said that in recent years, with the continuous deepening of reform and opening up, the gap between urban and rural areas has become wider and wider.

Now, whether it is a teacher or a student, they are basically more reluctant to go to Xiliang Middle School, so the teaching results are getting weaker and worse.

Hehe, I can't imagine that today, there is a junior who can have such courage and dare to mail a manuscript to this journal. What is even more gratifying is that he was able to enter the eyes of the deputy editor-in-chief. It seems that there is a successor to the Western Liang Middle School!"

Probably because he was in a good mood, the young man smiled and talked a lot to the two editors.

"Vice President, the poems sent by your junior brother are not only of high quality.

And it's far beyond the standard, at least, in the eyes of me and the editors outside, this is definitely the highest quality masterpiece in recent years!"

Deputy editor-in-chief, I don't know whether to pat myself on the back or express my heart directly, in short, what I said was very impassioned.

"Oh, that's it, hey, it seems that this Huang Pingfan is really a great little guy.

Hey, it's almost one o'clock, I don't know if Principal Yang Bo has fallen asleep.

No matter, make a phone call to find out.

Editor-in-chief, you are an expert in this area, please use a more demanding eye to review the work of my junior brother to see if it is very good!

If it really is, then just use his poems as the cover!

Hey, it's been many years since I graduated, and I haven't returned to my alma mater. Since I have encountered it, I can help if I can, which can be regarded as repaying the nurturing grace of my alma mater. ”

The young man said a little excitedly.

"Hey, Principal Yang, I'm sorry to disturb you! Oh, I haven't slept yet, hehe! Work is okay, uh-huh, yes, I have something I want to know from you.

Yes, yes, yes, our publication, today, the deputy editor-in-chief found a very good work, the author is a primary school brother in our school, named Huang Pingfan.

Oh, really? Hehe, yes, yes! I can't imagine that this junior brother actually has a work that has been published in the National Education Newspaper, and it seems that he is really a talent, well, okay, that's it. Mmmm, it's okay, it's okay, I'm proud to ......."

After the call, the young man smiled even more happily.

At this time, the editor-in-chief had already read Huang Pingfan's "To the Oak Tree" very carefully and carefully.

Seriously, the editor-in-chief doesn't like to look for the latter situation.

Therefore, when he learned that he was the junior brother of the vice president, he really examined this poem with a very harsh eye.

However, Rao is how to pick the bones in the eggs, and there is still no way to find any faults.

So, he can only admit it!

Whatever they want!

Everyone said that they wanted to repay their alma mater for their nurturing kindness. Moreover, the works of the junior students of the people, the quality is very good, and it can definitely be called a classic for several years.

Even if you have surpassed the works of too many great poets, what can you do?

"Very good, for a cover. You can even send this work to participate in a national poetry competition. The editor-in-chief said weakly.

Hey, an iron-faced and selfless person, a person in power, actually wants to accompany others through the back door. Although, according to the quality of the work, it is definitely qualified, but I am still very unhappy!

The young man smiled and took the printed manuscript and said, "Really? ”

Although I am not an expert in poetry, I can still see that the works of the little brother are definitely classics. Awesome!

Editor-in-chief, you write some comments, and then arrange the key works of the year!

Hehe, this little junior brother is quite confident, and he actually agreed with us to send his works to participate in a national poetry competition. Hehe, not bad, not bad! Western Liang Middle School, can still produce talents!"