115 You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery

The three of them chatted in the office, without a topic and aimlessly.

Although Chen Beiming is not a talker, he can talk endlessly if he needs to, after all, he has been a human being in two lives.

The captain of the female squadron is outgoing, communicative, and very talkative.

Relatively speaking, on the contrary, Yang Ting, the editor of "Poetry Magazine", said less, but under the guidance of the captain and Chen Beiming, she also made witty words and said a lot of interesting things.

So after more than ten minutes, the atmosphere was just right, and the captain of the female soldier squadron saw that it was almost there, and said, "Yang Ting, aren't you looking for Xiao Chen for something?" ”

"Oh yes, I almost forgot about the big things." Yang Ting laughed embarrassedly, paused, and said, "Xiao Chen, it's like this, did you write that poem about a beautiful woman in the north who is independent and independent?" ”

"Yes." Chen Beiming nodded.

"It seems like there are more than four lines in this poem, right?" Yang Ting asked.

"Yes, two more sentences." Chen Beiming nodded, with a trace of admiration for Yang Ting in his heart, and after a pause, he chanted the whole poem: "After I went back that day, I thought about it carefully and added two more sentences to him, so the whole poem should be like this:

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent.

One look at the city, and then look at the country.

Rather than know the city and the country?

It's hard to get a beautiful woman!"

Yang Ting listened, stood up as soon as she stood up, her eyes were full of sparkling, she walked up in the office and tasted it attentively: "There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent, one cares about the city, and then the country, would you rather not know the city and the country?" Is it hard to get a beautiful woman? ”

While tasting her, she shook her head, sighed with emotion, and when a poem was finished, she couldn't help clapping: "Good poem!" Good poetry! ”

Then, she raised her head and looked at Chen Beiming like a greedy ghost seeing a mountain of gold: "Xiao Chen, your poem is really good!" Such a good poem must be published in the "Poetry Magazine", Xiao Chen, you must promise me, okay? Be sure to publish this poem in Poetry Magazine! ”

"Okay, I'll listen to Mr. Yang's arrangement." Chen Beiming nodded.

"Poetry Magazine" is the largest poetry publication in Xia Kingdom, with a small circulation, only more than 500,000 yuan, which is completely incomparable with popular literary magazines such as "October".

However, there is one thing that "October" cannot match, and that is the influence of poetry magazines in the literary world.

In the literary world, there has always been a distinction between popular and serious, and the representative of popular is naturally "October", and the representative of seriousness is two major publications, one is "Writer" and the other is "Poetry Magazine".

Whether a writer can be called everyone, and whether a writer can stand at the top of the industry, is based on the quantity and quality of his works published in "Writer" or "Poetry Magazine".

Since Chen Beiming wants to mix in the writing world, he naturally has to develop into "Poetry Magazine" and "Writer", and he can't keep staring at the one-third of an acre of land in "October".

So if you can publish your poems in the Poetry Magazine, of course, it will be a good thing.

The literature of the Xia Kingdom is divided into serious and popular, and the people actually have the difference between the elite and the public, and those so-called elites advertise their methods of being different from the public, from the perspective of reading, that is, the public watches "October", and the elite only reads "Writer" and "Poetry Magazine", and the public looks at modern vernacular literature, and those so-called elites have begun to return to the ancients, and like to read some ancient poems and classical Chinese that make people scratch their heads, so a person who advertises himself as an elite, whether he likes it or not, must subscribe to a "Poetry Magazine", Because there are a lot of poems and songs written in classical Chinese.

Therefore, publishing his own works in "Poetry Magazine" is still very beneficial for Chen Beiming to improve his reputation.

Yang Ting quickly took out a notebook and pen from her bag, and then handed it to Chen Beiming: "Xiao Chen, please write this poem for me, and also write your pen name on it." ”

"Okay." Chen Beiming nodded hurriedly, then picked up the pen and wrote this poem in Yang Ting's notebook, and then he wrote down his pen name, Xiaoshan.

"Hill? Your pen name is Xiaoshan? Why does this name seem familiar? Yang Ting was a little puzzled.

After a moment, her eyes lit up, and she asked in surprise: "The work of "I Stand Guard for the Great Motherland" in "Photography" magazine, the author is also called Xiaoshan, are you alone?" ”

"Yes." Chen Beiming nodded.

"OMG!" Yang Ting exclaimed: "The last time I saw that work with our editor-in-chief, our editor-in-chief also asked me to contact Photography magazine and ask if I could reprint the poem, but I have been busy in the past two days, so I didn't have time to ask, I didn't expect to meet the person I was looking for so coincidentally today!" ”

Yang Ting was extremely excited, but for a moment, she frowned: "But..... That's not right..... I remember seeing the author's introduction at the time, which said that Xiaoshan is still the popular author of "Bright Sword". ”

Chen Beiming replied with a smile: "Teacher Yang, "Bright Sword" was also written by me!" ”

"What?" Yang Ting was stunned for a moment and couldn't speak.

After a while, Yang Ting shook her head and sighed with emotion, and then she spoke: "Xiao Chen, since you are the same person, it will be easy to do, then I will also help you publish the poem "I Stand Guard for the Great Motherland"!" ”

"Thank you, Mr. Yang."

"You're welcome, this is what I'm supposed to do." Yang Ting smiled, but after a while, she suddenly said: "Xiao Chen, do you have any other poems, if you still have them, can you show me, if there are poems like "There is a Beautiful Woman in the North", I will simply help you apply for a column, what do you think." ”

"Column?" Chen Beiming's heart moved, and then replied: "Teacher Yang, the poems you have written...... I don't have it on my side, but ...... If only I could...... I'll write one now, how about it? ”

"Write one now?" Yang Ting was stunned, and then looked at the captain of the female soldier squadron, but the other party shrugged his shoulders and signaled that he couldn't help.

"That'..... You try it, right? Yang Ting said, she is not very good at discouraging Chen Beiming's enthusiasm.

In fact, she has just made it very clear that the quality of the poems in the third part must be on a par with "There is a Beautiful Woman in the North".

Although the poem "I stand guard for the great motherland" is okay, it is not comparable with "There is a beautiful woman in the north".

What she didn't expect was that Chen Beiming listened, and was a little excited, stood up, looked around, and seemed to be looking for inspiration, and then, he walked out of the office and looked around condescendingly in the corridor.

Yang Ting and the captain of the women's squadron glanced at each other, stood up together, and followed out, both of them were a little curious.

The moment they went out, they found that Chen Beiming was looking down condescendingly.

Under his line of sight, there was the central garden of the honor guard of the three services, and in the center of the garden, on a small arched bridge, Yang Yuhe was lying on the railing looking at the pond in a daze.

At this time, Chen Beiming suddenly turned around and smiled: "Teacher Yang, there is." ”

And there you have it?

Yang Ting was stunned.

That's too casual, isn't it?

But she didn't have time to think too much, because Chen Beiming had already begun to groan:

"You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery,

The people watching the view are watching you from upstairs.

The moon adorns your windows,

You decorate other people's dreams. ”