The words sent by Qian Hao last night, that is, "Poppy Beauty", are a small poem by Nalan Rongruo in his previous life.

This poem, simply put, is to visit the old scenery and think about the old people. Moreover, it is not simple to write scenes, and it implies many allusions, which makes it a little obscure.

However, even if you don't understand those allusions, those superficial images alone are enough to sketch an old travel map in your mind.

Old tours are nowhere to be found. There is nowhere to be found, only the heart of a teenager.

So after the old tour, the lyricist carried the moon and the flowers on his back, and sighed in the long night: It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart!

Such a small and fresh word, delicate and sentimental, naturally arouses the love of girls.

Therefore, Qian Hao opened Weibo and immediately saw the popularity of this song. Like and forward comments, there is no need to repeat them, they have already exceeded 10,000.

"It's been ten years of traces and ten years of heart, and when I read this sentence, I don't know why my heart hurts faintly."

"If life is only as first seen, ten years of traces of ten years of heart. Teacher Xiao Qian writes so well, look at it and cry! ”

"If there is no story, how can there be poetry? I'm more curious about the story behind than the poems~"

There are no longer a few people who are curious about the story behind it, and the girls who don't say it, and the relationship with Qian Hao is a little unclear, they are very interested in this song.

Like Chu Yao, as soon as Qian Hao's Weibo was posted, she had already seen it, and then read it over and over again.

"Ten years, childhood sweethearts? I really envy that girl, I know you so early. ”

In fact, it is not only this word that is on fire, but also the poem that Qian Hao chanted on the stage.

In contrast, poetry is more fiery than words.

Without him, childhood sweethearts are really sad. And Lang riding a bamboo horse is innocent, and it is too unforgettable.

Therefore, Qian Hao got another title, called a music poet.

Qian Hao didn't care about this, just swept it over at a glance. However, Li Ke's comment really made him cry and laugh.

"The green plum withers, and the bamboo horse grows old."

Yes, they really have a heart, and they all think of such a word. It's just that he was sad when he thought about it, and she looked like she was cursing him?

He guessed correctly, Li Ke was optimistic about the voice, and when he heard this poem, he pursed his mouth. And when she saw "Poppy Beauty", her face was even more like ice.

She is different from Chu Yao, Chu Yao is a bird, even if she feels wronged, she will not say it. And she responded coldly, even if the other party was Qian Hao, she was the same.

It is precisely because of this that she left a message for Qian Hao with those eight words, which means that it is useless for you to miss it, the green plum has withered, and the bamboo horse has also grown old.

It seems to be cold, but in fact, it has its own affection. When Li Ke said this, was he really cursing Qian Hao?

No, this is the truth, Li Ke doesn't need to curse him again. In other words, Li Ke said this, although there was a trace of resentment, but the original intention was to persuade him to let go. But she has such a personality that she can't say gentle words, so it sounds a little harsh.

Qian Hao is a rough line, I didn't see it, I didn't study it deeply, and I smiled it. As for the other comments, he didn't look at them much, and after another glance, he turned off Weibo.

"Brother Liu, uh, tell me about the National Poetry Contest." Turning off Weibo, he asked about the game.

Liu Yikun was not in a hurry to answer, laughed a few words, and saw Qian Hao's speechless expression, so he laughed and said in a deep voice:

"Originally, the National Poetry Contest was not called the National Poetry Contest, because it was held privately at first, but then the influence grew, so it was changed to be hosted by the state. However, its private nature has always existed, and even now it is only semi-national.

Because of this layer, its fairness is particularly good from beginning to end. And this has made its influence even greater, so much so that it has now become the number one event in the poetry circle......"

After Qian Hao listened to Liu Yikun's explanation, he finally had a comprehensive understanding of the National Poetry Competition.

The National Poetry Contest is divided into three steps, the first step is the audition, which adopts the method of sending poems to the selection. The second step is to gather the contestants, and the judges will write the proposition on the spot.

As for the third step, it is somewhat unique, the organizer leads the contestants to visit the grand scene, such as Chang'an City, and then the contestants immediately compose poems without proposition.

No proposition is precisely the most difficult.

However, Qian Hao didn't care. After understanding, he stopped paying attention to it and turned to chatting with Liu Yikun.

Don't talk about business, focus on literature, especially ancient poetry.

After talking, Liu Yikun was greatly impressed, praised Qian Hao's talent, and pulled Qian Hao not to let him go, saying that he wanted to drink and talk all night.

Qian Hao still has to pick up Le Zhishan, how can he have time to stay longer. Therefore, when he saw the sun setting, he waved his hand and strode away.

At Yanjing Station, Qian Hao stood under the street lamp, looked at the familiar street station, and suddenly remembered Sima Sheng.

I don't know, how is Sima now? Let's give us a call in a few days. He has been in the army for a while, so he should be able to play with his mobile phone occasionally, right?

Just as he was thinking nonsense, someone suddenly walked towards him in the crowd.

Beckoning as you walk.

Although he thought about Sima, he still kept a little attention. Therefore, when someone beckoned, he immediately noticed it and looked up.

An old man, about 60 years old, wearing a black Chinese suit, was in good spirits, and did not show the fatigue of riding in the car. However, Qian Hao took a closer look and still saw the tiredness in the corners of his eyes.

After all, when you are old, how can you not be tired after riding in a car for such a long time?

Qian Hao was very careful, hurriedly stepped forward to take the luggage in his hand, and said with a smile: "Teacher, I'll take you to the hotel first, you can rest first."

"Hehe, it's okay, let's wait for a while, the hate pen is probably coming." Le Zhishan is very kind, without the slightest shelf, like the grandfather next door.

Qian Hao didn't insist, so he carried his luggage and waited with Le Zhishan for the pen.

However, the hate pen has not yet come, and the senior brother Xu Zixiu came first.

Xu Zixiu is also from Jiangxi, but he makes a living in Yanjing all the year round, wearing clothes similar to a tunic suit, elegant and gentle, and anyone who sees it will praise it.

As soon as he came over and understood the situation, he muttered: "Tang is drunk, the teacher is tired from the car, I'll take the teacher over first." You're waiting for a pen to hate, by the way, Hua Xue said that she will arrive tonight, maybe a little later. ”

"yes, okay." Qian Hao responded and handed over the luggage to Xu Zixiu.

After Xu Zixiu took Le Zhishan away, it didn't take long for the hated pen to appear.

Hate pen is not very old, like him, he is also a sophomore, he looks very delicate, and he looks a little thin, but he has a light and elegant temperament.

"Eighth Senior Brother, what about the teacher?" In reality, the hate pen is not so lively, but a little introverted.

However, it didn't take long for the two to get acquainted with each other, and he became lively, "Eighth Senior Brother, this is the first time I have come to Yanjing, don't you give a poem?" ”

"Yes, eighth brother, this can't be done without poetry." As soon as the voice of the hated pen fell, a gentle female voice came.

When Qian Hao heard this, he knew that it was Hua Xue who came, so he hurriedly looked back. This look is really amazing.

ps: Sorry, there is an exam in the morning, and it is even more late o(╯□╰)o(To be continued.) )