In the office, the head teacher was looking at Xu Zhiyu's poems. www.biquge.info didn't expect that his poems would cause such a big reaction after he handed them over to the newspaper. In this way, Xu Zhiyu is sure to win this time in the essay competition. This Xu Zhiyu is the adopted son of the famous poet Li Shen, and he might as well call Li Shen Maybe it will be more helpful to Xu Zhiyu. He dialed Li Shen's phone: "Hello, is it a poet of Li Shen?" I am Xu Zhiyu's homeroom teacher. ”

"Is there anything wrong with you?" Li Shen was a little surprised, Xu Zhiyu is a very sensible child, so he has never received a call from the teacher like other parents.

"That's right, Xu Zhiyu participated in this essay competition, I think you are a famous poet, maybe you have any suggestions." The head teacher said respectfully. It's very different from the usual attitude towards other parents.

"I don't think Xu Zhiyu's works are suitable for the essay competition," Li Shen replied, he was stunned for a moment after finishing speaking, and he didn't know why he blurted out this sentence.

Why do you say that? Have you read the newspapers and periodicals, but there is a lot of praise for Xu Zhiyu," the head teacher asked.

"If I talk too much, maybe you won't understand. I'll put it simply, you can look at the current time. Li Shen hung up the phone.

"When?" The head teacher was puzzled, but he still left Xu Zhiyu's poems first. Smart people will choose who will say more valuable between an accomplished high school student and a great poet who has achieved fame.

Truth is only in the hands of a few, but truth is recognized as truth only in the hands of those in authority.

A few days later, Li Shen published a new poem in the newspaper, which caused a commotion in the modern poetry circle. After all, Li Shen has not published works for a long time, and Li Shen has once again become the center of the topic, and the works about Xu Zhiyu are like sinking into the sea like a drop of water, quietly.

Bi An and Fan Wu lived in a rented house, and after experiencing Xu Nian's small grocery store, he liked the house he rented with Aunt An more and more. Bi An threw the newspaper to Fan Wu and said mockingly: "I think you have repeatedly ridiculed me for not knowing how to appreciate back then, you see, now I am not the only one who does not understand appreciation." ”

Fan Wuye sighed, thinking that he was a famous talent back then. The poems made are not too much for a word. I didn't expect to be so despised, and I didn't expect it.

"Don't sigh, if this poem had been placed in our time, it would have been passed down through the ages, but now he is only from the hand of a student, so he will not be noticed" It was rare to see Fan Wu depressed, and Bi An went over to comfort him.

People's hearts are unpredictable, and they are not even as frank as ghosts. Bi'an remembered the King of Dizang in the underworld, who once said to the Buddha:

All sentient beings are exhausted, and Bodhi is proven, hell is not empty, and he vows not to become a Buddha.

Perhaps, it is precisely because he recognizes the injustice of the world that he is willing to stay in the underworld.

Xu Zhiyu waited for a long time and did not receive the notice of the competition, so he decided to go to the office to ask for clarification.

Xu Zhiyu entered the office and saw that the head teacher happened to be there, so he asked, "Teacher, I'm here to ask about the competition." ”

The head teacher looked up at Xu Zhiyu, a little unsure of how to speak. I thought Xu Zhiyu would become popular, but I didn't expect to be forgotten so quickly.

He is not a stupid person, that day Li Shen asked him to see the time, at first he didn't understand what Li Shen meant, but later Li Shen published a poem. It's just a poem, but it's a big discussion. Because the times are different, the current culture is modern poetry, and ancient poetry is really not the mainstream.

In good conscience, the ancient poems handed over by Xu Zhiyu are very good, at least he thinks they are very good. However, he thought that it was useless for his works to be excellent, and after discussion and discussion, they still canceled Xu Zhiyu's participation.

"Xu Zhiyu, you are still young, and there will be many opportunities in the future. I don't recommend you to participate in this competition," said the head teacher.

Xu Zhiyu seemed to have been hit in the head, not long ago he was actively preparing for the competition, but he didn't expect to hear the news suddenly.

"Why!" Xu Zhiyu was a little out of shape and asked puzzled.

"Look at it, what I need is modern poetry" The head teacher threw the newspaper to Xu Zhiyu, because he really couldn't face Xu Zhiyu directly.

Xu Zhiyu didn't take the newspaper, he didn't have to read it to know whose works were on it. Xu Zhiyu turned around and went out indignantly, looking at the back of Xu Zhiyu leaving, the head teacher also couldn't bear it.

It's not that I sympathize with Xu Zhiyu, but it's a pity for these poems. They are literary lovers, regardless of their achievements. has his own definition of excellent works in his heart, even if this matter has nothing to do with him, he still deeply regrets it in his heart.

Xu Zhiyu returned home, closed the door, and didn't come out of the room alone.

Li Shen was a little distressed when he saw Xu Zhiyu's appearance, and he cultivated the child by himself. He loves literature so much, and he respects himself very much. In fact, if he hadn't chosen to publish his works at this time, maybe Xu Zhiyu would have been discussed for a while. When he first saw the poem, he was also shocked, it was indeed a rare and amazing work.

Li Shen frowned regretfully, how could he be so obsessed with stopping Xu Zhiyu. This is his adopted son, he walked to the door of Xu Zhiyu's room and wanted to knock on the door, but he didn't know what to say, so he hesitated for a long time and left.

And Zhuo Su didn't see Xu Zhiyu after school, so he came to the door of their class to inquire.

One of the classmates who saw Xu Zhiyu, Cheng Mu, came over to talk to Zhuo Su after seeing Zhuo Su, and Zhuo Su avoided it, because she always had some unnecessary trouble because of her outstanding appearance.

"Are you looking for Xu Zhiyu? "Chengmu asked enthusiastically.

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, please don't bother me," Zhuo Su replied coldly.

"Xu Zhiyu is really lucky, there is a senior sister you care about him so much. It's a pity that he's just a waste, I heard a few days ago that he could participate in the competition, but he was disqualified, it's really funny" Cheng Mu sarcastically mocked Xu Zhiyu with some annoyance.

"I think you're just like a piece of waste," Zhuo Su replied angrily. After sweeping around, there was no Xu Zhiyu, he should go back. Zhuo Su decided to go home first and walked out of the school gate, thinking carefully about what the man had just said. Xu Zhiyu was disqualified? Why is that? Obviously, the verses he wrote were very good.

Walking to the school gate, she was about to walk to the right intersection, which she had been walking at the opposite intersection for the past few days to avoid encountering the mysterious person. As soon as she took a step, she hesitated again, the mysterious man did help Xu Zhiyu, perhaps, if she went to him again, she would get something more helpful to Xu Zhiyu.

Zhuo Su walked towards the left, with some expectation and some fear in his heart. She thought about Xu Zhiyu and constantly encouraged herself to move forward.

When you look at the abyss, the abyss is also watching you.

Bi An was at the intersection, waiting for the upcoming Zhuo Su. Although it was a little different from what he originally thought, he was still able to grasp everything.