The next day, in the evening.

Backstage of the Chinese Poetry Conference.

Tong Zhao sat in the waiting room with his eyes closed, and Song Chen didn't bother this person, just silently flipped through the novels on his mobile phone. For Tong Zhao, Song Chen is more at ease, Chinese poetry, he has no attainments, once handed over the poem "Love Life" to a member of the poetry studio to watch, the man bluntly said that even if it is a studio, in a short period of time and in a high-pressure environment, it is difficult for them to write such poems.

Although the love of life is somewhat deficient in terms of artistic conception, the connotation is very sufficient. The whole poem does not have that hazy artistic conception and beauty to read, but it is very accomplished in rhyme, and the whole poem is catchy and addictive to read.

Moreover, this poem gives a perfect answer to the meaning of life: the meaning of life lies in the process. As long as you have pursued and worked hard, whether you can achieve success, love or freedom, your life has value.

It is a great encouragement for those who have heard this poem to feel very satisfied, and it is a great encouragement for many disappointed people and those who are preparing to chase their dreams. Since you like it, you have to be brave to pursue it, even if the muddy and thorns ahead are focused on the perfect process, as long as you have paid it, you will not regret it.

When Song Chen listened to this poem, the poetry was catchy, and the pure voice of the reciter made him almost burst into tears, a small poem expressed the hearts of many people, and even gave great encouragement.

"What are you looking at?" Tong Zhao opened and closed his eyes, looking at Song Chen, who was staring at his mobile phone, with a little curiosity.

"I read an online article called "Star Change", recommended by a friend, and it is very good-looking. And this idler has another person, who wrote a fairy tale for idlers, and the love between the prince and the princess is also very wonderful, so I recommend you to watch it. Song Chen saw the excitement at this time, staring intently at the phone screen.

When Tong Zhao heard this, his eyebrows curled slightly.

didn't expect the influence of "Star Change" to make Song Chen also start to pay attention, but the latter did not tell Song Chen that he was the author of Star Change. He smiled and said, "Really?"

"Well, I wasn't very optimistic about it at first, but the more I looked at it, the more fascinated I became, and I didn't know what was going on. Song Chen felt a little emotional, and he didn't know what the reason for the charm of "Star Change" was, but he felt that he was enchanted by looking at it, waiting for the author's update, and even Song Chen specially went to Mengyao Chinese Network to register an account for "Star Change".

For the sake of the author's reward, he even made a speech and commented on the fight between "Star Change" and the new book of the Absolute Dust Sword, not to mention the record demon, and also recommended this book with some peers who would read online articles in their spare time. It can be said that Song Chen's Jedi counterattack in "Star Change" also has credit.

Before they could talk for long, Tong Zhao walked to the backstage hall and prepared to start creating. Song Chen, who has "Star Change", will not feel bored, stay in the room, watch the online text, and can't put it down.

"Tong Zhao, Tong Zhao. Walking into the hall, Yao Lei waved his hand at Tong Zhao, and after the start of the first episode of the Chinese Poetry Conference, Yao Lei's fame has also risen greatly. The number of people who asked for the manuscript and the people who interviewed him began to increase, which he had never experienced before.

After all, he used to have some fame in the poetry world, but no one knew about it in the outside world. Some of the wandering poets wandered because they met their own wandering needs, while Yao Lei relied on funding and borrowing to wander, and when he was embarrassed, he used to write a poem for dozens of yuan.

Funding and borrowing are necessary for life, but when he can earn dozens of dollars by writing poems, and when someone is willing to appreciate his books, he feels very comfortable and satisfied.

"You've been hot lately. Tong Zhao smiled at Yao Lei, because the latter's recent appearance rate in the poetry weekly is relatively high, and some of the previous poems have been turned out to taste, and it was found that several excellent poems have been dug up and received the discussion and support of book friends.

"Compared to Tong Zhao, you're still a little worse. Yao Lei feels good about Tong Zhao, after all, first, he appreciates Tong Zhao's poems, and secondly, he rashly pointed out his identity last time, causing the latter's tongue war, Quan Confucian, and when he was about to play, the people around him were expecting him to make a fool of himself, and only Tong Zhao was encouraging and supporting him.

Tong Zhao published only two poems in the Poetry Weekly, and there were no interviews. Yao Lei knew that it was not that no one interviewed him, on the contrary, Tong Zhao set off two shocks in the poetry world as an artist, and there were more people who wanted to interview him, but they were all rejected by him, and he also made the headlines of Entertainment Daily several times.

Tong Zhao's popularity is much greater than Yao Lei's.

"Hmph, with two poems, one "To the Oak Tree" has an imagery and a hazy feeling, and the other has a better idea to attract fans. When the participating poets who had boycotted Tong Zhao before found that some poetry magazines bluntly said that Tong Zhao would become the next famous poet or master, they only felt that they were angry and couldn't help but hear the conversation between Tong Zhao and Yao Lei at the moment: "What else is a new star in the poetry world? The next topics will only become more and more difficult, and the level of those who stay will only get higher and higher. ”

The latter sentence of this person did not accuse Tong Zhao too much, but the hidden meaning was ill-intentioned.

Tong Zhao smiled.

I have already refuted it before, and there are still people who don't believe in these things, so Tong Zhao won't say it. In the face of action, the language is a little pale, even if the tongue is bright, the effect of their own things is not real.

"The poetry world has the dignity of the poetry world. Xu Denghu's reputation in the poetry world can make people look at him wherever he goes, adding a sentence at this time.

There was no one to target, but only Tong Zhao was present who was not a person in the poetry world before.

It's really hard to get around here.

Tong Zhao originally thought that the good results of his poem "Love Life" could make these people change their opinion of themselves, but he didn't expect that because of the emergence of some people and the nature of others' wall grass, the poet who gave him a few kind glances before did not speak.

did not help Xu Denghu, nor did he help Tong Zhao.

It's a good thing to follow the crowd, at least do something wrong, and you just need to apologize at the time.

"Ahem cough ......" The old man who had admired Tong Zhao and Yao Lei in the poetry conference walked over slowly, he was old but his eyes were unusually clear, and he coughed a few times.

But even in old age, the body still stands like a pine.

This is the poet's bones.

"This time, the title is a generation, a propositional poem. "The old man gave the poets a very kind impression in the poetry conference, but the topic was a headache.

Poets hate writing poems with limited topics, because there are so many things to consider, and there are many limitations.

"Xu Si told you before the rules of the poetry conference, you passed the first one, and you are the first elite to come out of the big waves. Real gold is not afraid of fire, come on, everyone. After saying this, the white-haired old man's gaze stayed on Xu Denghu's body for a moment, and then looked at Tong Zhao and Yao Lei on the side.

There is appreciation in the eyes.