A poem written by Zhang Zai. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info you help taste it. Listening to his son's words, Jiang Li nodded. As a literary worker, I can't resist things like poetry.

It's just that the thought of who Zhang Zheng is flashed through his mind.

With his glasses on, Jiang Li picked up the mobile phone on the desktop and began to read word by word. Of course, if the mobile phone in your hand becomes a scroll, the painting style may be more acceptable.

It was only slowly that Jiang Li's expression became serious and dignified, and Jiang Ziwen knew that his father was a professor of literature at this time. didn't bother, walked to the side gently, and sat quietly. Wait patiently.

"Xiaowen, what's wrong?" Jiang Xin looked at his nephew. Asked softly,

"Someone just wrote a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, I think it's pretty good, so I showed it to my dad."

"I was scared to death, I thought something was wrong." Listening to his nephew's words, Jiang Xin let out a sigh. His younger brother has completely inherited his father's ability, that is, once his expression becomes serious. I always feel that there is some kind of inexplicable aura that makes the atmosphere serious.

In normal times, the gentle and elegant Jiang Li is definitely one of the favorite relatives of the younger generations of the Jiang family, so there is a subtle rule in the Jiang family, that is, you are not allowed to work from home.

After waiting for a while, Jiang Li slowly put down his phone. Took a deep breath.

"Dad, how's it going?" Seeing his father come back to his senses, Jiang Ziwen hurriedly came over. He couldn't wait to know what his father had to say about the poem.

"From my personal point of view, this song deserves to be a swan song, and I feel that from now on, I am afraid that there will be no more Mid-Autumn Festival words in the world." Jiang Li sighed. For a moment, he was filled with curiosity about the author who wrote the poem.

"Ahh Jiang Ziwen was stunned. He had never heard his father praise other people's poetry so much. At best, it's good. Not bad or something.

Not only Jiang Ziwen, but even Jiang Li's wife and Jiang Xin's family were speechless in surprise. The meaning of Jiang Li's sentence just now, if they didn't understand it wrongly, it was that this word had been sealed in Jiang Li's heart.

"What is so surprising?" Just when several people were speechless, a hearty voice came from the courtyard.

"Grandpa."

"Dad."

"Dad."

The person who came officially Jiang Ziwen's grandfather, Jiang Li's father, Jiang De. He is currently a professor in the Academy of Arts and Sciences. It can be said that there are peach and plum all over the world. And his students are not ordinary Taoli, they are all peach-level existences in the literary world.

If you offend Jiang Wen, no one will make a move, it will be those apprentices and students, who can drown the enemy with a mouthful of spit.

"I just saw you all in the living room with surprised expressions, what's the matter?" Although Jiang De is close to old age, his eyes are very good.

"I heard Xiaowen say that someone wrote a poem on the Internet. Then the younger brother said that the song was a swan song. We were blown away. Jiang Wen smiled and told his father Jiang De about the matter.

"Really? Show it to me. Hearing his daughter's words, Jiang De became interested and found an empty seat to sit down. And Jiang Li also put Jiang Ziwen's mobile phone in front of his father at this time.

Then the atmosphere of the scene became serious again. looked at her husband with a helpless face.

"What a word. It's amazing. Finally, when the old man came back to his senses, Jiang Decai slapped his thigh heavily. A look of surprise.

"Dad, slow down. Pay attention to your body. When he saw his father like this, he was anxious. The doctors all said that they should not be happy or sad. This is going to be a good thing, how can she explain it to her family.

"It's okay, I'm fine. That's a good word, absolutely absolutely. Jiang De signaled that he was fine. Listening to the words of his father and younger brother, even Jiang Xin, who doesn't like literature, has a high interest in this poem. When I'm going to be okay for a while, I'll read it too.

"I think it's good, too. By the way, Xiaowen, who is this Zhang Zheng, why haven't you heard of it before? As the son of Jiang De, Jiang Li also has a basic understanding of the bigwigs in the literary world. And now there is a Zhang Zheng who has never heard of it at all. Jiang Li naturally wanted to find out.

"Uncle, I know that Zhang Zai is a star, and he sings very well. And he can also do martial arts. "Liu Wenjun is Jiang Xin's daughter. is naturally familiar with things in the entertainment industry, and when he heard Jiang Li's question, he volunteered to tell what he knew.

Jiang De: "What? ”

Jiang Li: "Niece, are you kidding?" ”

Listening to Liu Wenjun's words, a group of people from the Jiang family were stunned again. As long as Jiang Ziwen had a face, I knew that it was such an expression.

"No, Zhang Zheng is very powerful, I am his fan. He wrote the poem, and I liked it. After Liu Wenjun finished speaking, he shook the mobile phone in his hand at Jiang Li. Then he told the glorious deeds of Zhang Zaiping's life.

After listening to Liu Wenjun's words, not only did Jiang Li not believe it, but even Jiang De's expression was extremely weird, if this poem was created by a colleague, then they would admit it, but Zhang Zheng is just a play in the entertainment industry.

In the popular saying on the Internet, people are just part-time literature. As a result, a poem written casually is more powerful than a person who has been engaged in literature all his life, and in an instant, the faces of the two of them were a little hot. The days really live to the dogs.

"By the way, Dad, I received a notice a few days ago that I will be the editor-in-chief of the Chinese textbooks for junior high school next year." Thinking of something, Jiang Li told his father about the notice he received a few days ago.

"You're trying to include this song?" Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, hearing his son's words, Jiang De knew what kind of calculation his son had in his heart.

"That's what I thought about, and the lyrics are really good." Listening to his father's words, Jiang Li nodded. He felt that it would be a dereliction of duty for him not to let more students read such a good word.

"I also know that this poem is good and qualified, but since you are the chief editor of the Chinese textbook, then you can't be rash. Have you thought about how to introduce Zhang Zai in Chinese textbooks? A star in the entertainment industry? It's too hard to say. ”

Father's words made Jiang Li stunned, yes, how to introduce Zhang Zai, I can't say it in the book, the author of this poem is named Zhang Zai, and he is an artist in my country's entertainment industry. Jiang Li estimated that if he really wanted to do this, he would be able to let others spray to death with saliva the next day.

"Then let him enter the Writers' Association then?" Jiang thought about it for a while and said a not very mature idea.