"Hey, okay, Old Xu." Outside the independent office, a young university teacher hurriedly put down the textbook in his hand, didn't dare to delay for a second, got up and walked into Xu Jingcheng's office.

As a professor at Yan University and editor-in-chief of Poetry Magazine, Xu Jingcheng has his own independent office in the school, and Xiao Wang is the assistant arranged for him by the school.

"Xiao Wang, come, help me open the mailbox." Xu Jingcheng got out of the way, put on Li Aiguo's reading glasses of the same style, watched Xiao Wang's skillful operation of the mouse, clicked this, pressed that, and then the mailbox was opened.

It's not that Xu Jingcheng doesn't know how to operate, it's just that the icons on the computer screen are too small, and he struggles to look at them.

"Elder Xu, have you received a new draft again?" When Xiao Wang saw the smile on Xu Jingcheng's face, he understood that he should have received a satisfactory manuscript of poetry, the title of poetry demon is not called in vain, he loves poetry like crazy, it is Xu Jingcheng who is also.

Turning the font of the mailbox to the maximum, Xiao Wang moved the computer screen in front of Xu Jingcheng.

"yes, a funny little guy." Xu Jingcheng said happily, "Xiao Wang, don't leave yet, leave a piece to see." ”

"Okay, Elder Xu." Xiao Wang also wanted to see what kind of poem manuscript could make Xu Jingcheng happy like this.

You must know that Xu Jingcheng has always been serious in school, and he usually doesn't see a smile at all, and his classmates call him an old wolf in private, because wolves represent ferocity!

Pulling the mouse down to the top of the manuscript, Xiao Wang looked intently, only to see that on the title, three big characters came into view: "Difficult to Walk".

Immediately followed by the author's name: Qin Song.

Qin Song? The name sounds familiar. After thinking about it, Xiao Wang understood who Qin Song was, isn't it Mr. Qin who is noisy on the Internet, he occasionally likes to read mystery novels when he has free time, and he admires Qin Song's "Murder on the Orient Express".

At first glance, it was amazing and suited to his taste. I didn't expect Qin Song to change his career to write poetry? Could it be that novels are not enough for him to do evil?

Throwing the complicated thoughts out of his mind and sorting out his mood, Xiao Wang continued to look down, it was difficult to walk, Qin Song.

The golden bottle of sake is worth 10,000, and the jade plate is worth 10,000 dollars.

I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around.

If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang.

Idle fishing on the blue river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun.

It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk. Many divergent roads, now safe.

There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea.

The whole poem is only six lines in total, Xiao Wang swept the whole article at a glance, and was stunned in surprise, this, this poem was written by a sophomore?

You say that it is written by ancient poets, right, a sophomore, how can he?

Well, that's great. Xiao Wang couldn't help but shoot the case, and exclaimed, startling Xu Jingcheng next to him, and his soul was about to come out.

After a while, Xu Jingcheng calmed down, couldn't help but blow his beard and glare, glaring angrily, "Xiao Wang, what are you doing, scare me to death." ”

Even the dialect came out.

"I'm sorry, Xu Lao, I, I'm so excited." Xiao Wang hurriedly apologized, sweating out of his head. If Xu Lao is scared out of three long and two short by him, then he will become a sinner of Yan Da through the ages.

"Humph!" Xu Jingcheng snorted coldly, "Young man, what do you look like when you are anxious?" ”

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Xiao Wang apologized three times and asked with concern, "Old Xu, are you okay, do you want to go to the infirmary to have a look?" ”

"No, I'm not that delicate." Xu Jingcheng waved his hand impatiently, "Read the poem, continue to read the poem." ”

"Okay, Elder Xu." Xiao Wang cautiously glanced at Xu Jingcheng a few times, and saw that he was indeed fine, and when he mentioned the stone in his throat, he finally put his mind at ease and re-immersed himself in the artistic conception of "Difficult to Walk".

This poem is so ...... How to say it, it gives people strength, expresses the poet's optimistic and heroic spirit for the future of life, and is full of positive romanticism.

The whole poem has a total of 14 sentences and 82 words, which can only be regarded as a short story in the seven words and songs, but it jumps vertically and horizontally, and has a long momentum pattern, one of the important reasons is that it reveals the ups and downs of the poet's feelings, complex changes.

"How?" Xu Jingcheng read the whole poem, didn't say a word for a long time, and only after a long time did he spit out the turbidity in his chest, the cloudy old eyes, the fine light flickered, and he was definitely a great talent.

I only hate God, such a talent, why not in my Yanda?

God is unfair.

In Yangcheng University, I am afraid that such a great talent will be like a pearl and dust, and it will be difficult to exert a bright light.

"Xu Lao, I ......" Xiao Wang chirped, shocked in the artistic conception of the poem, and did not dare to evaluate this poem for a while, not that he didn't dare, but he felt that he was not worthy of evaluation. That's right, it's not worthy! Such a poet immortal, how can I, a mortal, be judged?

"It's okay, it's just the two of us, but it's okay." Xu Jingcheng waved his hand, signaling him to rest assured and boldly say it, no need to worry.

"Yes, then the student will dare to say it." Xiao Wang closed his eyes and imagined the scene depicted in "Difficult to Walk", "At the beginning of the poem, it makes people feel that it is a cheerful party, but then the poet's performance, stop, throw, pull, Gu, dazed and other words, showing the strong impact of emotional waves, and then with ice and snow, the snow is full of mountains to sigh the difficulty of traveling, with allusions to Lu Shang, Yi Yin from the humble and suddenly reused by the monarch, realizing the poet's psychological disappointment and hope, depression and pursuit, sharp changes alternately. Especially in the last two sentences, there will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea. After the previous repeated maneuver and foreshadowing, he suddenly became enlightened, expressing the optimistic tone of the whole poem, believing that the ideal will always be realized one day. ”

Puxing is a parallel world of the earth, the wheel of history is rolling forward, there are always some rut traces are the same, and some allusions are common, it is not surprising!

"Yes, yes." Xu Jingcheng listened, nodded slightly, and took a sip of tea, although Qin Song is a modern college student, the poems he writes are very ancient, and there is a sense of absurdity and confusion that has traveled from ancient times to the present.

The tone of the whole poem is positive and optimistic, the first few lines show the poet's confusion and confusion, but the last two sentences break through the darkness, highlighting the poet's stubbornness, self-confidence and his persistent pursuit of ideals, showing the poet's strong spiritual strength to break free from the bitterness, which is in line with the theme of the "Poetry Magazine".

If you only look at the poems and don't look at the author, it is absolutely hard to believe that this is the work of modern people.

It's a pity, it's a pity, such a great talent, it's not in Yanda. Xu Jingcheng sighed helplessly again, and his thoughts about inviting Qin Song to join Yanda were even stronger.

One day, even if you do whatever it takes, the old man will get you!

The person that the old man has a crush on, you can't run away!

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At dinner, Qin Song went to Aunt Lin's place to eat as always, and the little girl and Aunt Hui also came over together.

Three women and one man, they eat together every three or five times, but there is a sense of family atmosphere.

Qin Song pulled the rice in the bowl, as if he suddenly remembered something, and pretended to be calm and said, "Aunt Lin, Aunt Hui, I wrote a poem and it was included in the "Poetry Magazine", what do you think?" ”

"Oh!" Song Yalin sandwiched a piece of lean meat and put it in her mouth, and ate it with relish and without any waves.

"Very good!" Song Yahui said perfunctorily with an expressionless face, gobbling up, there is some work that is not completed today, and I have to work overtime at night.

Hey, this is "Poetry Magazine" Alas, the famous "Poetry Magazine", you guys should give some reaction, don't you want to be so calm. Qin Song shouted loudly in his heart, this was not the situation he wanted at all.

This feeling of wanting to show off, but the other party doesn't understand where you are showing off at all, makes him depressed and crazy. I secretly decided in my heart that when I talk about friends in the future, I must find a fan sister and a fan brother, so that if I have a little achievement, people will have stars in their eyes and call it amazing.

"Brother, brother, what is "Poetry Magazine"?" The little girl Xiangxiang looked up and asked innocently, with two or three drops of rice hanging from the corner of her mouth, which was very cute.

Uh, speechless, defeated by you. Qin Song skillfully wiped the little girl's mouth with a scarf, looking like a handsome daddy, and then hugged her and explained, "Poetry Magazine, it is a kind of magazine, and only works written by very powerful people can be published on it, just like my brother." After speaking, Qin Song raised his head forty-five degrees, ready to accept the little girl's praise.

"Wow, my brother is amazing." The little girl's round little hand held the chopsticks, and applauded, full of boasting with Qin Song, and large pink bubbles appeared in the ancestral apricot blossom eyes, "Then "Poetry Magazine" is so powerful, can you eat it?" ”

"Poof, hahaha~" The two aunts laughed and trembled.

"Forehead ......" Qin Song stroked his forehead speechlessly, just found a sense of accomplishment, and was instantly defeated, "Eat your meal." ”

After eating, I hugged the little girl and talked about "The Legend of the Seven Heroes of the Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit", and the little girl's eyes were red and she was ready to come to a set of self-created fire dance whirlwind swordsmanship.

Qin Song patted the little girl's buttocks and signaled her to be quiet, "It is said that the mountains behind the Golden Whip Creek Inn in Zhangjiajie are surrounded by mountains, and the peaks are steep, reaching into the sky. A wide stream winds its way from the canyon in front of it and goes out into the distance......"

Now it's the twenty-fourth episode, the witch jumps off the cliff and there is a mystery hidden in the waterfall cave! The little girl was holding potato chips in her arms, eating with relish, and shouting from time to time, rainbow cat, come on!

In this way, it was getting late, Qin Song clapped his hands and said goodbye, he was not going to live in an apartment today, he wanted to go back to the dormitory to see, he hadn't seen his son for a few days, so he missed it.

What's more, if you want to vote for their labor in vain in the future, you have to build a good relationship.

"Gone? No more sitting for a while? After Aunt Lin took a bath, combed her hair, and warmly invited, Qin Song, who was watching, had a dry mouth and retreated again and again.

I won't sit, I won't sit, I'll sit for a while, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk.

It was getting late, and there was a curfew in the boys' dormitory, and the door was already closed, but Qin Song was familiar with the dormitory manager, and skillfully took out a bag of apples and handed it in from the window, "Auntie, open the door." ”

"Yo, isn't this Xiao Song, who is back today?" Qin Song, the aunt who was full of curly hair, holding a toothpick in her mouth, and wearing silk pajamas, opened the door for Qin Song, and said with a little reproach, "Come on, why do you bring so many things, see more." ”

As he spoke, he didn't wait for Qin Song to reach out and take it back, and hurriedly took over a bag of fruits.

"Auntie, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I've become pretty again." Qin Song said with a smile.

"you, Flam Tongue, you'll tease Auntie, right?" The dormitory manager patted Qin Song's shoulder, her face was beautiful, obviously very useful to Qin Song's words, what woman doesn't want others to praise her good looks?

"No ridicule, seriously!" Qin Song chatted with the dormitory manager for a while, and then ran to bedroom 305.

Sons, your dad is back!

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