"Then Master, when you have time, I'll prepare a period for you. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zhao Wenwen said happily.

"En......" took out his mobile phone, looked at the time, there was still a quarter of an hour, and he was about to start class, but he didn't have a class this afternoon, "This afternoon, I don't have a class, and I'll finish the manuscript for you by the way." ”

"Well, okay, I'll prepare an interview for you in the afternoon."

Zhao Wenwen nodded, and then said goodbye to Ding Feng and ran outside. Ding Feng also returned to the dormitory, and after getting the textbook in his hand, he walked towards the teaching building.

This morning was a politics class, and not many people came, and there were scattered in the classroom, and there were only three of them in their dormitories.

It was an old man who taught politics, and Ding Feng listened to it for a while, but he had no motivation.

I began to think about what manuscript I was going to submit in the afternoon.

The previous poems were of good grade, but this time, the pit must not be lower than the grade of boutique.

But after all, the previous draft is for the competition, so naturally it can't be too bad.

When a tiger fights a rabbit, he has to exert all his strength, and if he doesn't do well, he will be bitten by the rabbit back.

What's more, Ding Feng?

And this caused Ding Feng's silence, his brows gradually furrowed, and finally decided on a few modern poems.

One is Xi Murong's "Youth", and the other is Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree".

These two poems are both masterpieces in the poetry world.

Subsequently, Ding Feng began to put down the pen, pulled out a piece of A4 paper, and the tip of the pen fell.

"Youth

All endings have been written

All the tears have also set off

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning

On that old summer day that never returns

……”

A poem that is enough to shake the soul appears impressively under the tip of the pen.

Soon, this song "Youth" appeared.

Ding Feng did not hesitate to write the next "To the Oak Tree".

In terms of its name, "To the Oak Tree" may be a poem calling for environmental protection, but in fact, it is a proper love poem.

"To the oak tree

If I love you

It's not like a climbing flower

Show off yourself by your high branches

……”

In just three minutes, a song "To the Oak Tree" also appeared completely, and then Ding Feng read it a few more times, eager to revise something.

But I don't know if it's because Ding Feng's own strength is insufficient, or Shu Ting is a real big name, I read it three or four times, but I can't feel where it needs to be modified.

"The beautiful sentences and the shocking artistic conception are worthy of Xi Murong and Shu Ting...... It's not at all an ordinary poet who can write about it, but now...... but it is mine. ”

Ding Feng folded his hands and apologized, and then signed his pen name.

"Let's go."

Nodding with satisfaction, Ding Feng began to listen to the class, as for the interview, Zhao Wenwen will help him get it done.

The time was very fast, and it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and Zhao Wenwen was already waiting for herself in a tree café near Beiyan University.

I was told the address and took a taxi to Tree Coffee.

This tree coffee is completely jungle-style decoration.

Walking inside, there is a beautiful piano music playing inside the tree café.

It makes you feel completely relaxed and quiet.

In the air, there is a faint aroma of coffee beans.

Finding Zhao Wenwen's location, Ding Feng approached, nodded lightly, and sat down.

took out the manuscript paper from his bag, then pushed it over, picked up the coffee that Zhao Wenwen ordered for herself, and took a sip gently.

Bitter taste, exploding on the taste buds.

"Modern poetry?"

Zhao Wenwen opened the manuscript paper, looked at the poems on it, and said with some surprise: "Also, if you can write "Sunflowers in the Sun", the modern poetry pen will not be too bad." ”

Subsequently, looking at the first "Youth" in the back, I also nodded more than once.

"It's very good, I didn't expect you to have this kind of modern poetry skills, modern poetry and ancient style poetry can have this kind of strength.

If you win the championship of this year's National College Poetry Competition, it is estimated that you can compete with Zhou Jianlin for the king of poetry. How's that, interested? ”

Ding Feng skimmed Zhao Wenwen, and then said: "That competition, maybe go, but compete for the king of poetry?" I'm not interested, it's all a name. ”

Ding Feng shook his head, not interested in the slightest.

"Oh? Okay, I didn't say it, but when are you going to go home? ”

Zhao Wenwen looked at Ding Feng and asked.

"What? Are you still going to pay my New Year's greetings? ”

Ding Feng smiled, looked at Zhao Wenwen and said.

"You're thinking too much, just to see when you get home and if you can receive the samples we sent."

Zhao Wenwen rolled her eyes, and then said.

"So? It looks like around 1.25. ”

"Oh, then I'd better send the sample to your house, the address is down?"

"Well, I'll write to you."

After writing the address, Zhao Wenwen put it in her bag and said, "I won't go to pay New Year's greetings, but maybe my master will pull me there." ”

"Forehead ......"

This time it was Ding Feng's turn to be embarrassed, and he didn't dare to think that when the time came, an old man would lead Zhao Wenwen to his house and say to himself: "Give the master (master) a New Year's greeting." ”

It was a beautiful picture.

"Alright, let's get down to business."

"Yes, okay."

Ding Feng nodded, and Zhao Wenwen opened her voice recorder and put it on the table next to her.

"Okay, then may I ask Luzhouyue, why did you think of writing poetry?"

"Writing poetry is entirely my personal interest, just like I write science fiction. It's just a hobby. ”

"Oh? So I wonder if I feel very tired of writing poems and novels at the same time? ”

"It's normal to be tired, but I'm not a rich second generation after all, since I'm not a rich second generation, then it's good to become the ancestor of the rich second generation, and I have one more craft, and it's easy to mix rice, for example, I recently want to practice eating with my left hand."

Speaking of this, Ding Feng shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I don't know what Luzhouyue, classmate Luzhouyue, thinks about the identity of a poet?"

"Poets? I do write poetry, but I don't think I'm a poet, because the name of a poet only freezes my mind and imprisons me. ”

"Oh? It's really a novel statement. ”

Zhao Wenwen was thoughtful, and then shook her eyebrows.

"Ask a question that doesn't belong to poetry, recently there are some of your science fiction readers, who know that there will be an interview, so they drag me to ask you, can your science fiction "Three-Body Problem" be published separately, after all, it's too tiring to chase the publication."

"Well, then I'll say it here, I'll do my best, because "The Three-Body Problem" is a relatively large setting in my imagination."

"Well, in that case, I'm sure your readers will be pleasantly surprised. But I don't know, why for a while, "Future Magazine" was sold online? ”

At this time, Zhao Wenwen changed another question......