Saturday.

The calendar says October 28 in the solar calendar, but today in the lunar calendar it is August 7. August 15 of this year came relatively late. Bian Xuejing's phone call was to talk about the poetry contest that the Secretariat was going to prepare for on August 14.

Xi Qing originally thought that by handing over the program collection for the welcome party and the school celebration party to Hao Le, he would be able to take time out to write a novel. But he was naïve, from the day he wanted to enter the two departments on an errand, it seemed to be decided that Xi Qing would be very busy.

Xi Qing really felt that he lacked skills. On the evening of August 14, the school will hold a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry contest, and Xi Qing and her are in charge.

This time, the poetry contest and the orientation party were held before and after.

The poetry contest was about to start in a week, but the secretary had only now received the final notice of the competition.

Speaking of which, the poetry contest is the first time that the school has held it, and the school leaders also attach great importance to it, so the school leaders meeting discussed it many times before reaching a conclusion, and when it was issued to the secretary department, it was a bit hasty.

The student union is the department that solves problems for the school and serves students, and it should have no complaints; Therefore, when receiving the task, Minister Liu Heng immediately decided to organize this event by Bian Xuejing and Xi Qing. Bian Xuejing notified the class committees of various departments and majors, asking each class to select outstanding poetry contestants to sign up. Moreover, because the popularity of poetry culture in the school was triggered by a collection of love poems by Xi Qing on the campus online some time ago. On this phone call with Xi Qing, Bian Xuejing wanted to meet with Xi Qing, and then hoped that Xi Qing could continue to mobilize all students on the campus network and devote themselves to the wave of reading and loving poetry.

Only in this way can this poetry Mid-Autumn Festival competition be called a success.

Xi Qing understands the effect that Bian Xuejing wants to achieve, but it is a bit difficult to revitalize poetry and make poetry popular in school by himself, right?

……

It's not difficult to let Xi Qing get out of the way.

Have difficulties, looking for Lao Wang? Now it has become, there is difficulty, looking for Xi Qing.

When Xi Qing arrived at the school, he faced Bian Xuejing in the school's Coffee Wing Pavilion, with a cynical expression: "Sister Bian, you did everything you could to block me before I entered the secretarial department, and after I came in, you gave me such a task, do you think that I alone can make the whole school students fall in love with poetry?" Am I that good? ”

Bian Xuejing was wearing a plaid shirt, which seemed to have a literati temperament, she said: "I don't think you can do it, but this time our poetry competition is tight and the task is heavy, if we can't build momentum, the poetry competition will become a nondescript performance." I think that's smashing the signboard of our secretarial department, in that case, I might as well not do it and hand it over to other departments. ”

"Then leave it to other departments, Sister Bian, you don't know, I've been very busy lately." Xi Qing didn't hear what Bian Xuejing meant.

"You're busy. Isn't it a lot of work for those who can do it? Don't you remember someone saying that they wanted to bring more life to the secretarial department? The secretarial department is in trouble and needs him, is he going to retreat! If so, then the Secretariat may not really need such people. Is that right? ”

Bian Xuejing did not have an aggressive momentum, but her gentle words gave Xi Qing a fatal knife, Xi Qing ate soft and not hard, her words provoked Xi Qing to nod and admit defeat: "Okay, good, Minister Bian, I know what you mean." I do my best, and I will stimulate everyone's enthusiasm for writing poetry on the campus network, OK? ”

"Hopefully you can do it." Bian Xuejing said, then turned around and left: "I invited you for coffee, the money has already been paid, thank you." ”

Two days ago, the campus network was indeed very popular because of Xi Qing's seeing and not seeing, and everyone imitated seeing and not seeing, and carried out their own adaptations and creations.

There is no intention to plant flowers and flowers, and there is no intention to plant willows and willows. At that time, poetry did make some friends fall in love, and they would also find a novel by Eileen Chang to read, and they would also read Shakespeare's sonnets.

However, poetry does not last forever, and any topic that is not involved will lose its popularity. It's like a gentle flower can't be brewed from the soil without love.

Xi Qing came up to the campus network, and after logging in, he thought about what method he wanted to get everyone's attention.

Poetry is a tool for lyrical speech, she is full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination, if it is said that everyone can express their own feelings and imagination, regardless of the charm, rhythm, image, no matter what form, sentence, unit, I think everyone may be willing to have such a thing to express themselves.

But it is the musicality and rhythm of the poems that restricts everyone's play. So that many people dare not touch poetry, they can't create poetry, they are afraid that others will ridicule them, just like they laughed at the fat girl that day.

The first step of great art is usually to dare to emancipate and be brave to try, so that it can create the impossible and decay. At the same time, to create an environment like zào for everyone, that is, after they create, they will not be laughed at. Without the pressure of ridicule and sarcasm, everyone relaxes and their enthusiasm for creation may be stimulated.

Xi Qing understood.

He updated his campus network to talk about it.

I'm Xi Bai, today I made a poem, share it with you, is there an online one?

As soon as Xi Qing bubbled, the alumni who were paying attention to him immediately deducted 1.

Often mixed in the school, Xi Qing knows that 1 means in.

Looking at no less than twenty 1s buttoned out, behind them is everyone's waiting little gaze. Xi Qing will write: A bird in the sky, green grass in the ground, a goose by the lake, I run on the side.

It's so wet, it's so wet.

Call the little madman the first to applaud.

Then there were two likes.

But after a few seconds, as Jiang Hai expected, someone complained: What kind of poem is this, I think you are crazy about it, this is also called poetry, I am a dog.

Meow: This is Jiang Lang's end, right? In vain, you praised him so much, was he slapped in the face, right?

The ID of the son of the poem expressed disappointment: This is written by Xi Bai, won't it? The poem has no central idea at all, it is simply a mess.

Give me some passion: After reading this poem, I feel that poetry is far away from me, and I am about to change my mind again.

Liu Xiaosi: This is indeed not a poem.

Kitten: Do you still sing his praises? also said that he was a big wet man, this poem reflects that he is just an ordinary one among all living beings.

Xiao Yueya also watched the school in real time, and when she saw Xi Qing's poem, she felt that it was not like his level.

Speak: Xi Bai will write another song

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