Little Farmer Big Star

Beijing, the headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

"Lao Liu, how is it? What do you think?" Bai Yi asked.

Bai Yi is 42 years old and a member of the Chinese Poetry Association. A well-known Chinese poet, good at writing classical poetry. In his early years, he became famous with the song "Early Journey in the Mountains", and then rose rapidly. Joined the Chinese Poetry Association five years ago.

The old Liu who sat opposite Bai Yi was named Liu Yuan. He is also 42 years old and a member of the Chinese Poetry Association. The fame in China is also between that of Bai Yi. Also good at writing ancient poetry.

At this time, Liu Yuan frowned slightly, and groaned for a while before he replied: "This poem is just as you said, at first glance, it is sordid, but there is another taste when you taste it carefully. In view of its particularity, It can indeed be regarded as a new type of poem. Although it is difficult to be elegant, it should also have the vitality that belongs to it. Who made this poem?"

Bai Yi laughed and said: "I have naturally inquired clearly. This poem was written by a fairy tale writer named Li Fan. It was created during a Weibo interaction with fans."

"Oh? You mean Li Fan, that's Li Fan, the author of "Shu Ke and Beta"?" Liu Yuan suddenly became interested when he heard it.

"Exactly, you also know him?" Bai Yi asked.

Liu Yuan laughed and said, "That's natural. Speaking of which, that kid is not too famous now. His "Shuke and Beta" and "Cat and Mouse" are now in China, but many people like it. "

Bai Yi also smiled and said: "Indeed. Judging from his two works, it is reasonable for him to write this poem. I just don't know if he felt it accidentally or deliberately?"

Liu Yuan pondered for a moment, and said, "Instead of guessing here, it's better to ask him directly."

Bai Yi nodded and said: "Yes, I just asked it a little bit abruptly. I have to find a familiar middleman. Well, I remember Mr. Zheng seems to have recommended a short fairy tale of him before. Let's visit. How about Mr. Zheng?"

"Well, I think it can." Liu Yuan nodded in agreement.

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Three Holy Village.

Li Fan was going through the wheat that was smashed yesterday, and suddenly heard the phone rang in the room.

Back in the room, Tang Quan called.

"Is there something wrong with the manuscript?" Li Fan muttered while answering the phone.

"President Tang, you should be very busy now. What's the matter if you call me?"

"Haha! Brother Li, just because I was a little busy these two days, I didn't realize that you were not doing business properly." Tang Quan's voice came.

"Not doing proper business? Why not doing proper business?" Li Fan was very strange.

"Did your kid write a song on Weibo two days ago?"

"I thought it was something. Well, I wrote a poem. Why? President Tang wants to educate me?" Li Fan joked.

"You kid. Don't talk to you, just tell you business. Brother, I'm still busy. It's like this, Bai Yi and Liu Yuan, do you know?"

"I know those two famous poets. Master Bai also appreciated my poem. Haha!"

"It's fine if you know. They seem to be very interested in your poem. They want to talk to you. They found it a bit abrupt to find you directly, so they found Mr. Zheng first, and Mr. Zheng asked me to tell you. Look at this?"

"This is my honour. The two masters are too polite. I should have visited them. Well, you give me his qd number and I will contact him." Li Fan said.

"That's OK, then I will send you a short message. Okay, hang up. Brother is busy. It's your kid who understands life."

"Haha! Then you should be busy."

After speaking, Li Fan hung up the phone.

Bai Yi would find him, but he was not surprised. After all, as a poet, seeing this new style of poetry would definitely meet Lie Xinxi.

Li Fan was worried about how he should thank Bai Yi. As a master of poetry, you appreciate the poems of a newcomer of yours. Both Yuqing and Li should be grateful.

Now there is Bai Yi's qd number, and Li Fan just doesn't have to worry about it.

Soon, Li Fan received the short message from Tang Quan.

He turned on the computer, logged in to qd, and sent a friend request to Bai Yi's qd number.

Soon, Bai Yi passed the application. Also sent the news.

"Is it Mr. Li Fan?"

Li Fan hurriedly replied: "I am Li Fan, I really dare not be the word "Mr.". Master Bai shouldn't be called that way."

"Haha! Then I'll call you Brother Li. You don't need to call me Master Bai, just call me Brother Bai or Teacher Bai."

Bai Yi seems to be a bold person, and Li Fan is not hypocritical.

"As a junior, I'd better call you Teacher Bai. I also want to thank Teacher Bai for his appreciation of that poem."

"Brother Li is polite. Brother Li's poem has a different flavor. I want to ask Brother Li, how did you create this poem?"

"Haha! Boy, this poem is wonderful. But after all, it's hard to be elegant, and the kid calls it a ‘daiyou poem’."

"'Like Youshi'? Haha! Good! What a great one. It's really appropriate. Brother Li has created a new style of poetry."

"Teacher Bai does not want to praise any more. The kid is just standing on the shoulders of giants, and occasionally he has feelings."

"What a'standing on the shoulders of giants', Brother Li is always jeweled. But Brother Li must not be humble. Your limericks are humorous, simple and easy to understand. It is easy to spread among the people. Poems about our country. As far as cultural communication is concerned, it will play a pivotal role."

For this, Li Fan agrees very much. Since the appearance of limericks, they have shown strong vitality. It is very easy to spread among the people. After all, for ordinary people, they don't understand those poems that are too elegant.

"Teacher Bai said that, it made the kid feel a little airy!"

"Haha! Excuse Brother Li today, there is one more thing I want to tell Brother Li. Does Brother Li know the "Poetry Conference"?"

"Understand some, I heard it was held on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Well, the'Poetry Conference' is also called the'Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference'. However, it did not start on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The Poetry Conference has already started before then. The specific rules, brother Li can go to our Chinese Poetry Association The official website understands."

"Okay, no problem. What does Teacher Bai mean?"

"I just want to ask Brother Li, are you interested in participating in this year's Poetry Conference? I am very interested in Brother Li's poems. I believe that Brother Li can write more than just'Ying Xue'. first."

Attend a poem conference? Li Fan had never thought about this before. Now that Bai Yi mentioned it, he certainly couldn't refuse directly. Well, first go to the official website to learn about the rules and then look at it.

"Teacher Bai, I don't know much about this'Poetry Conference'. How about I first check the rules?"

"That's right. Brother Li doesn't need to rush to reply for a while."

"Okay, Teacher Bai."

"Well, then don't bother Brother Li for now. If you have any problems, Brother Li can come to me at any time."

"Okay, thank you Teacher Bai."

After finishing the dialogue with Bai Yi, Li Fan also thought about the poem conference.

"Well, let's go to the official website to check the rules first."

Beijing, Chinese Musicians Association.

"Do you think Brother Li will participate?" Liu Yuan asked.

"I think it should be, and I feel that this year's poetry conference will become very lively because of his participation." Bai Yi laughed.

"I hope so. It's hard to have such an interesting newcomer. It would be a shame not to come."

"Yes, our current poetry scene is prosperous, but in fact, it has reached a bottleneck period. There are few good poems coming out. Now is the time when fresh blood is needed." Bai Yi said with some emotion.

Liu Yuan nodded, then smiled, and said, "Lao Bai, we don't have to worry. There are many experts at this year's poetry conference. Maybe there will be surprises."

Bai Yi also smiled and said, "Well, it is true."

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