Xu Feng cleared his throat and slowly lifted his breath. He has no confidence in writing poems www.biquge.info, but it is not difficult to recite poems, and he is also a self-proclaimed literary youth.

At this time, he glanced at Lin Yuxin lightly, and already had a plan in his heart, and read out leisurely: "You! ”

Lin Xinxin pointed at his nose suspiciously: "Me? ”

Xu Feng shook his head with a wicked smile and continued to read: "You, look at me for a while, and look at the clouds for a while." I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close. ”

At this time, the clouds in the sky were surging, and a bright ray of light was like a flying sword, piercing through the smooth glass window and standing between the two.

The dust in the air tossed and turned between Lin Xinxin's snorts, and Xiao Nizi suddenly skimmed her face, and her blushing cheeks were hot.

Xu Feng stood quietly, thinking that he would be appreciated by Lin Xinxin, but this little poem is also the famous work "Far and Near" by the great poet Gu Cheng.

Since she will ask her about the first generation with suspicion, then in order to prove her ability, she must also come up with something of a similar level.

But you can't be too far away from each other, it would be too fake. It just so happens that this little poem fits the current environment, and it was written by the same person, both in terms of feelings and brushstrokes. Poetry is the most important artistic conception, in other words, it tests a person's way of thinking, "Generation" and "Far and Near" have very different ideas, but the ingenuity reflected in them is comparable.

If this hazy poem is recited to an ordinary junior high school student, Xu Feng feels that the other party may not be able to appreciate the benefits, but who is Lin Xinxin? She is a well-known female student in the city's No. 1 Middle School, and she is also a seed contestant in several creative competitions, such a talent is extremely delicate, and she is full of fantasy age, and she will definitely be conquered in an instant.

Xu Feng looked at Lin Xinxin, who hadn't spoken for a long time, and thought with a wry smile: "Hehe, in this case, you shouldn't question my level, right?" ”

If you want to force it to say that it is a coincidence that he can write these two small poems with lofty artistic conceptions, it is too harsh.

But at this moment, Lin Xinxin slowly turned around, and he didn't know what to say for a while, as if he hadn't sorted out his thoughts to praise this masterpiece, but there was a gentle applause behind him.

When Xu Feng heard this voice, his heart trembled, ouch, I'll go, and someone is eavesdropping.

Lin Xinxin was also taken aback, picked his head to take a look, and showed a look of surprise: "Lord Wei? ”

Yes? Lord Wei!

Cold sweat broke out on Xu Feng's forehead instantly, and the light and shadow in his eyes were almost hallucinating, as if Chen Xiaochun's bad smile appeared in front of him. However, he had already followed Lin Xinxin's gaze and saw the applauding man clearly.

Completely different from what he imagined, the man was wearing a well-fitting black suit, a white shirt, and spotless black leather shoes. Judging from the style of the suit, it looks very formal, but it is not rigid, and it is definitely a very elegant and expensive brand.

However, Xu Feng couldn't see what brand of clothes he had, after all, he was just a ** silk before, and for things without trademarks, he didn't have the ability to identify high-end clothes only by fashion styles.

The man's neatly combed short hair, sideburns slightly gray, but he didn't feel old. Wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, the clean lenses cast a very gentle, extremely attentive gaze.

Xu Feng knew that this was the famous Lord Wei, who was not only the number one person in charge of the literary and artistic circles of the Demon Capital, but also the Minister of Culture of the Imperial Capital, and an absolute leader in the industry. It's just that he didn't expect that this Lord Wei was not only not as funny as Wei Xiaobao in the Deer and Ding Ji, but he was also dignified and full of elegance.

The most important thing is that this kind of high-powered big man actually looks so young, not as old as his father, and should be in his early forties.

Xu Feng was stunned, but it wasn't that he was deterred by a big man like Lord Wei. It's true and normal to be a little nervous, but Wei Jiabao's temperament is extremely friendly, and he can feel it every dozen steps.

It's just that he doesn't know what to say to people, so he can't run up and say hello like an editor on the Internet.

It was Wei Jiabao who spoke first, and he said hello to Lin Xinxin: "Lu Xin, what a coincidence." ”

Saying that, he threw himself at Xu Feng, and Lin Xinxin immediately introduced: "This is my classmate, his name is Xu Feng, and he participated in the competition with me." ”

"Xu Feng?" Wei Jiabao nodded with a smile, and had already walked towards the two of them, "I know you, it's better to be famous than to meet, the poem just now is as amazing as your "Generation", is it also your work?" ”

Xu Feng's mouth opened, and he suddenly felt a little thirsty. There was no way to do it now, others asked directly, and directly named the previous things, and now it is impossible to admit that they plagiarized. Besides, in this world, he really isn't plagiarism.

The article is natural, and the magic is occasional.

All articles, in any form, are nothing more than combinations of words. It's like an infinite loop of numbers, in fact, all kinds of combinations exist in the universe, but by chance a person with an explosion of inspiration found one of the combinations, and then wrote it.

And he, Xu Feng, is an explosion of inspiration.

Belch...... Xu Feng could only comfort himself like this.

Facing Wei Jiabao, he knew that this answer was very important, once he said that he didn't write it, it would be tantamount to giving up his previous grades, and at the same time, how could he explain where those poems came from?

Besides, Xu Feng asked himself if he was a saint, he just didn't want to deliberately promote that the works of those predecessors were created by himself, but when he encountered the situation in front of him, he finally calmed down and nodded very seriously: "That's right, the poem just now is the inspiration I just had, and I haven't named it yet." ”

"Oh?" Lord Wei's eyes lit up, and his gaze was focused on Xu Feng, unable to disperse for a long time.

Xu Feng didn't know how, once he openly admitted that he was the author, his emotions suddenly precipitated. It's like a petty thief has become a big thief, and there is not so much exquisiteness. The mentality is stable, and I feel that I am really a brilliant genius.

But then again, who's to say he's not? Who dares to question that if he has the ability to set up a ring to compare, Xu Feng can throw out a large basket of world-famous masterpieces and smash him to death in an instant.

"When you look at the clouds, you are far away, and when you look at me, you are close! Haha, it's really a good poem, the meaning of the words is simple, and it is timeless and extraordinary. When someone first recommended your little poem to me, I was amazed at how a junior high school student could have such a profound insight, and now it seems that you are a natural talent! Wei Jiabao stretched out a hand and gently patted Xu Feng's shoulder, but Xu Feng remained still, "In this way, I dare to suggest that the little poem just now be named "Far and Near", what do you think?" ”

"This ......" Xu Feng's heart shook slightly, he didn't expect that Lord Wei actually took such a name, which was exactly the same as the name of the original. However, the inspiration in my mind turned slightly, and I was relieved, what could be more suitable except for this name.

He nodded immediately, and Wei Jiabao seemed to have a natural contagion, which made him completely relaxed: "Then far and near, this name is definitely the most appropriate." ”

"Good! In this way, this poem and your "Generation" form a group of poems, which will be published in the next issue of Youth Literature and Art! ”