"What a poem! Wonderful poetry! It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a quatrain for the ages! ”

Fang Chengshi kept slapping the table and exclaimed loudly, ignoring the dissatisfaction of his colleagues for his gaffe.

The office of the Guangdong Writers' Association is the size of a classroom, and several members of the Writers' Association who are responsible for daily administrative affairs work here. As literati, most of them like to be quiet, and Fang Chengshi's shouting like this will naturally make them complain a lot.

However, they also know that Fang Chengshi has been busy with the middle school student literature contest recently, and the review is the same thing, or they are amazed, as if they have eaten the world's deliciousness; Either they are distressed, as if what they eat is hard to swallow.

These days, they see Fang Chengshi sighing more and more, saying that the manuscripts are all rubbish, naïve and levelless, disease-free**, and they can't wait to gouge out their eyes, so as not to be tarnished, and also said that this job is simply not done by people, and it will definitely reduce life expectancy for a few years if you do it for a long time!

I didn't expect to be amazed today, it seems that I should have got a good manuscript.

"Xiao Fang, do you see a masterpiece? Don't be stingy, share the good stuff with us. At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties stood on Fang Chengshi's side and asked with a smile on his face.

"Chairman Li!" Fang Chengshi slightly restrained his frenzy.

"It's the vice-chairman." The middle-aged man still had a smile on his face and corrected Fang Chengshi's words.

Fang Chengshi nodded helplessly: "Okay, Vice Chairman Li." ”

He is only a member of the Writers' Association, but the other party Li Daoming is the vice chairman of the Yuezhou Writers' Association, and the two can get close, in addition to being a co-author, they both have another identity, that is, the correspondent of the Guangdong Provincial Weekly of "Chinese Literature" in Yuezhou City, which can be said to be a supernumerary editor.

The middle school students' literary contest is a competition jointly sponsored by the magazine "Chinese Literature" and the Imperial Writers Association, so the two are also the heads of the manuscript review in Guangdong City.

These days, they can be choked by a lot of naïve middle school students' essays. This is also the reason why Li Daoming was uncomfortable when he saw Fang Chengshi's happy admiration, everyone lives the same life, why can't there be good things to share!

No, he Li Daoming also has to take a look at the good draft!

"Bring the manuscript!" Li Daoming directly reached out and asked for it.

Fang Chengshi shook his head and said, "The handwritten manuscript is still on the way to be sent. I read the electronic version, and it was sent by the recommender. ”

As he spoke, Fang Chengshi raised his mobile phone and shook it, and said ostentatiously: "It's all here, do you want to see it?" ”

Li Daoming snorted, didn't talk nonsense, snatched the phone directly from Fang Chengshi's hand, and muttered: "If the article is not as good as you say, see how I clean you up!" Where is the article and what subject? ”

"It's poetry! Poetry! Fang Chengshi deliberately emphasized and instructed the other party to read.

"Ancient poems? Can people still write ancient poems well? Li Daoming pouted and didn't believe in the level of these ancient poems, if it weren't for Fang Chengshi's crazy appearance just now that attracted him, he wouldn't want to read it anymore.

In his heart, even if someone can write ancient poems well, it is also a master of Chinese studies who has been immersed in ancient poems for many years, as for a middle school student's entry, it is still the subject of ancient poems, is it necessary to read it?

Reading casually, the first song is "Generosity", and what catches my eye is a relatively ordinary sentence: "The title stone becomes obsessed, and the vicissitudes of life are sorrowful." Flying alone is tireless, and the seagulls are ashamed to float ......"

"Are you talking about the story of Jingwei's reclamation?" Li Daoming's brows furrowed even more, "This poem can only be said to be average!" ”

After finishing the slander and watching it patiently, Li Daoming's whole person stood up, and his spirit suddenly rose: "Generous Geyan City, calmly be a prisoner of Chu." Lead the knife into a fast, live up to the boy's head. Good poetry, good poetry! ”

Praise again and again, in addition to saying good words, Li Daoming really couldn't think of any adjectives to praise for a while, after reading the whole poem, I felt that my mouth was full of heroism, and my whole chest was a generous taste!

Fang Chengshi smiled when he heard this: "Chairman, what I said is a good poem!" This is just the first song of the opening chapter, and you can read on again.

Li Daoming nodded and looked down, and was stunned for a moment at first glance: ""Poem of the Guillotine"? What is a decapitated poem, haven't you heard of it? Stop at the gate...... Hey? I smiled at the sky with my horizontal knife, and went to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun! “

Li Daoming's eyes widened suddenly, and he only felt that there was a breath of stuffiness in his chest that was about to be vented, and he shouted in a long time: "What a 'I smile at the sky'!" Heroic! Tragic! Loyalty! What a poem! Xiao Fang, your recommender recommended two good works! ”

"Two?" Fang Chengshi smiled, and said with some excitement and expectation, "Chairman, you watch the last one!" ”

Li Daoming looked at Fang Chengshi's expression, and couldn't wait to watch it.

This is "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang".

Reading slowly, when he read the last two sentences, Li Daoming's whole body trembled with excitement, and his voice became higher and higher, piercing the sky:

"Who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat!"

After reading it, Li Daoming's whole person froze, his mouth opened wide and he couldn't speak, his eyes were confused, and his mind seemed to be swimming outside the nine heavens.

After a while, he gradually came back to his senses, turned his head to look at Fang Chengshi, and couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Fang Chengshi nodded heavily, his face turned red with excitement: "Chairman, this is a manuscript recommended by one of my classmates, written by one of his students, a middle school student!" You know by now why I was so excited, right? ”

Li Daoming couldn't comment.

In front of such verses as "Leaving Dan to take care of the sweat and green", the language of a qiē is pale.

Taking a deep breath, Li Daoming asked faintly, "Is this really written by a middle school student?" ”

Fang Chengshi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "Chairman, such a poet is destined to have a place in the imperial poetry arena." Who wants to use such a famous psalm for others? ”

"That'...... It's really written by middle school students...... "Li Daoming's mouth was a little bitter, "This kind of poem, let alone participating in the provincial middle school student literature competition, can win even if it reaches the national finals." Such a level can be published in our Guangdong Province's "Huaxia Literature Weekly". ”

"I don't think it's just a weekly magazine, it's even the general magazine of the empire." Fang Chengshi added.

Li Daoming wanted to say something, but in the end he nodded and sighed: "Yes, you can be in the general journal." This is the dream of many literati! ”

"Chinese Literature" is a publication sponsored by the Imperial Writers' Association and the Department of Literature of Royal Roads University, and is the most famous and highest-reputation literary journal in the Chinese Empire.

Different from general periodicals, after years of development, the journal "Chinese Literature" is graded and operated as a group, and each province has an editorial room, like a subsidiary, publishes articles in the province, and publishes articles once a week, so it is also called a weekly.

Further up, there is the general journal, which is reviewed by famous writers and professors in Kyoto and published once a month, also known as "Chinese Literature Monthly".

The articles in the monthly magazine cannot be published by anyone, but must be the most valuable articles selected from the four weekly magazines of the month in each province.

The Chinese Empire had as many as 50 provinces, and four weekly magazines a month, that is to say, articles once a month, were selected from at least 200 weekly magazines, and were the essence of writers among the two billion people!

The selected articles need to be selected by many famous reviewers among the many articles and then voted, and the winners can be published in the monthly magazine of "Chinese Literature", which shows the small number of places and the high degree of difficulty.

Some literati have published countless articles in the weekly "Chinese Literature" in various provinces, but at the end of the year, not even one of them has been selected by the general journal, and some have not even had such an honor for half their lives.

Therefore, countless writers and literati are proud to have published an article in the general journal!

Fang Chengshi and Li Daoming are also well-known writers in Guangdong Province, and they have published many articles in the province's "Chinese Literature" weekly, but after so many years, none of them have been able to appear in the general journal.

So, just now when they talked about the value of these poems, in addition to admiration, there was also envy, jealousy and hatred!

They hate, they hate that they don't have such talent, and they hate why God gave such talent to one person.

The other party is still a middle school student!

Is it true that people are more popular than dead people?

"Chairman, I think we can give this student a direct qualification for the provincial middle school competition. You tell me? Fang Chengshi directly expressed his appreciation for the students who wrote these works.

At this time, after reading Yu Cheng's preface to these works, Li Daoming was a little hesitant: "Xiao Fang, your recommender is too sincere, and I am afraid that this preface will not be a good thing for this student." ”

"What's wrong?" Fang Chengshi was taken aback.

Li Daoming smiled bitterly: "Although the empire has freedom of speech and is not guilty of words, but the most holy man in civil and military affairs is a god, how can you joke about him?" This beheading poem is based on the assumption that the sage of Wen wants to be decapitated. This is not good! I'm afraid that publishing it will cause an uproar. You must know that literati are all light, and they don't use knives to kill. ”

Only then did Fang Chengshi realize the severity of the problem, and panicked: "Chairman, what is it...... What to do? ”

Li Daoming smiled lightly: "This student is a talented poet, and he is a talent in our Guangdong, of course, he must be protected." In this way, you go to the teacher and ask him to change the preface, so as not to get involved with the saint of literature. Also, the qualification for the provincial competition can be given to this student, but you have to verify for yourself whether the poems are really from him. As for how to verify it, you can figure it out for yourself. ”

"I'll go now." Fang Chengshi immediately packed up and walked out of the Writers' Association and went straight to Yuezhou No. 7 Middle School.