The county magistrate, the mayor and the secretary at the same level are probably the light of day for the people in the jurisdiction. The so-called "Lord Qingtian" has not been called in vain for thousands of years, but now no one is called it.

And Lin Wen is now longing for the sun to shine.

After spending a day in the county and city to investigate the addresses found in the map, Lin Wen began to write those letters.

Judging from this incident, Lin Wen is still an innocent teenager who has not grown up - even a child, and the so-called "precocious" and other words are really inconsiderate when used on him. Because he hadn't thought about the possible consequences of doing so, or had thought about it but didn't care, otherwise he wouldn't have done such a thing at this time.

In short, when his mother didn't need his help in business, he secretly spent a lot of time writing these letters, carefully considering the words, changing and changing, and only after half a month did he finish them. Then he went to the post office alone, sent the letters, bought a few envelopes and returned them to his home, and felt that the matter was done, and he had to wait for a reply.

Waiting is the most torturous thing in the world, and the person who eloped on the appointment can't wait, and a teenager like Lin Wen naturally can't wait. But he was patient and waited. In the first four months of waiting, in addition to a few additional letters to each leader, he only wrote one poem, unpolished, in one go, entitled "Su Ye", where his heart desires, vaguely visible:

The sky is full of stars swaying

Liuyi told about the lack of roundness

Count the long night

Thoughts are messy and knotted

The wind blows through the summer, and the mood is clear

The corners of his mouth were raised poignantly

Ignorance and unawareness

Thank you in a flash

Everything in the eyes

It's just the waning moon on the horizon

The brightness of the dream

All turned into flying debris

There is a tide of worries between the eyebrows, and no one can solve them

And tea swallowed a silent whimper in his throat

The lights are extinguished

Snowfall in August

Hallucinations of sunrise

Paintings cannot be written

Gently twist over a bamboo leaf

Suddenly, I saw the water lilies blooming

Under the flower tree, I am tired of parting

Behind the garment flickered and flickered

Suddenly at a glance

Time overlaps

Obsessed with incompleteness

The desire to find the truth has long been decided

Tap to flip through

Melted three thousand snow in front of the court

A little open fire in the heart is no longer cooling

I wish to turn into a butterfly that has nothing to do with the wind and moon

Tearful

Like a flower smiling

For a teenager who writes poetry for the second time, rhyme is still necessary. However, this poem originally had a tune, but it was not clear which one it was, so it could only be read out as a poem.

This is when Lin Wen is suffering, bored, and exhausted, what he gets is also a gift to the world, the only cultural nourishment.

After four months, the echo came. When the postman delivered the letter, Qin Yue'e was not at home, and Lin Wen, who was overjoyed, returned to his room and secretly opened it to see:

Lin Wen:

I am the director of the county education and sports bureau, and the senior city officials, mayors, and other gentlemen have received your letter and have entrusted me to reply to you.

Your suggestion is very pertinent and to the point of today's current politics, and I am very grateful, and the county and city leaders have asked me to express my gratitude to you. The county and city should have dealt with it as soon as possible, but now that the farming season is busy, the wheat harvest is the top priority, and the county and city parents and officials are not allowed to relax. After the farm is busy, if he finishes everything, he should give priority to dealing with the matter as soon as possible. I hope you will be more considerate, don't be in a hurry, wait for good news at home, this matter will finally come to an end.

Thank you again for your letter, which is important for our work. Above.

Lin Congwen

April 2016

It is not difficult to see that this is just a perfunctory matter, and the matter will never be resolved. But Lin Wen is different, first of all, this similar name will pique his interest; Moreover, although it was only about 200 words, because it was from the hands of a certain leader and the infinite expectations in Lin Wen's heart, it gave him great hope.

However, the soldier's "one drum, then decline, three and exhaustion" is also applicable to the psychological role of people, Lin Wen read it again, after reading it again, he probably understood the meaning, and there was only a trace of hope in his heart.

However, the luck mentality is something that everyone will have, and he still doesn't want to believe that this is the case, but such thoughts keep pouring out of his heart. Therefore, when Qin Yue'e asked him to go to Qingqing together, he almost objected unprecedentedly because he was sullen, but of course he held back. just asked if she could make an appointment with Da Zhuang, but Qin Yue'e refused on the grounds that Da Zhuang School was busy. He didn't mention it again.

A few days after the Qingming Festival, Qin Yue'e took Lin Wen to the suburbs, accompanied by a group of business friends - for some reason, the relatives of the Lin family no longer recognize Lin Wen, and the Qin family has few contacts with Qin Yue.

Lin Wen was very depressed, because he had no acquaintances, so he was naturally very boring. He cautiously asked if he could go to another place. Qin Yue'e was about to take this opportunity to talk about business, so she agreed.

Lin Wen abandoned the road full of beautiful trees and took a remote path to go in the same direction. After walking for a while, he took out the newly bought lollipop from his pocket and put it in his mouth, but he couldn't hum a song. It doesn't seem that many people are walking here, and the earthen walls are in disrepair and are about to collapse. "Know and act prudently, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall." He muttered. There is a similar sentence from "Mencius", and I don't know where this sentence came from, one says that Confucius said the clouds, and the other said Mencius, according to him, this is just the words of later generations pretending to be sages.

When he reached a place, the wall was half collapsed, and he passed by the wall, glanced out casually, and when he withdrew his gaze, he couldn't help but look a few more times.

Ten meters away, a few people hugged two people, next to a few old farmers, the two people in the middle were shading the sun with their hands, smiling and asking about something, the old farmer also answered, what exactly I couldn't hear clearly. But the identities of the two men were already clear, because there were people carrying cameras next to them, and several reporters were ready to interview.

It's not time to harvest the wheat yet. Lin Wen couldn't help but think like this.

He was just about to leave, but he heard someone call him: "Baby, come here!" ”

Lin Wen looked back and saw that it was another old farmer, so he walked over: "Grandpa, what's the matter?" ”

The old peasant asked him, "What are you looking at there?" The big leaders of the county and the city, the lord of Qingtian, come here to inspect, don't make a fool of yourself! ”

Lin Wen sighed in his heart, and hurriedly replied, "I'm just curious to take a look." Since it's the leader, then I'll go. Goodbye grandpa! ”

When he turned to leave, he heard the old farmer sigh behind him: "Alas, the current baby, what's the matter!" I don't know how to ......."

These were ordinary words, but they sounded to him.

At the intersection of the two roads, Lin Wen waited for Qin Yue'e and his party, those people asked as usual, and praised him, Qin Yue'e naturally also harmed his son, Lin Wen understood in his heart and laughed.

Following these people back, Lin Wen didn't feel bored, because he had been walking at the back, without saying anything all the way, thinking about everything he had seen and heard today, and he had no heart to think about whether today's trip was interesting.

When he got home, he was like he had just returned to Zhuxi for a few nights—except for the first night, tossing and turning, sleepless all night, and finally at midnight he got out of bed and wrote a poem, a free-form lyric poem, without a title, which is the one in the introduction:

The book store is far away from the countryside, and it is strong to send it to the high hall.

Walk around the beautiful trees, and lean on the dangerous wall alone.

Sincerely feel that it is easy to govern the government, and pretend to be busy cutting wheat.

The voice has not been heard for a long time, and he is no longer a young man.

The term "Far Country" should come from Bai Juyi's "Night Rain", which should be known to those who are familiar with poetry, but it is a rare place for the public. If the first two poems in "Night Rain" are listed separately and marked as written by Xiangshan, there will be all kinds of praise, all kinds of appreciation, and all kinds of sought after. And Lin Wen, he is not Bai Juyi, this poem, naturally, no one knows, even if someone sees it, they will only laugh at it like Lin Wen treats some words.

He put another lollipop into his mouth, picked up his pen, and prepared to throw out a few more stones destined to sink into the sea......