Chapter 158： Four Young Masters in Poetry

Beijing, the headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

In the president's office. Chairman Han Zhong said: "Lao Liu, Lao Bai. The Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference will begin tomorrow. This year, as in previous years, the main task of hosting the Poetry Conference will be left to the two of you."

Han Zhong, 45 years old, chairman of the Chinese Poetry Association, a famous poet, is good at writing ancient poems with seven characters. As early as 20 years old, he made his debut with the song "To a Friend".

Bai Yi said: "President, don't worry, Lao Liu and I are already familiar with each other."

Liu Yuan also said: "The thing we look forward to most every year is the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair, which is a grand gathering for hundreds of millions of poetry lovers across the country."

After Han Zhong heard this, he sighed and said, "Unfortunately, most of the poets, including us, have fallen into a bottleneck in their creation in the past few years. There have been no classic poems for a long time. Hope. There will be some classic poems in this year’s Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival, otherwise, I would be a little bit ashamed to expect so many poetry lovers across the country.

Bai Yi and Liu Yuan also sighed softly. Although the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair is a large-scale event that has hundreds of millions of poetry lovers to pay attention to. However, as the president said, Chinese poets seem to be stuck in a certain bottleneck. In recent Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meetings, no classic poems have appeared.

Fortunately, the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair is a large-scale event that all people can participate in. As long as you like poetry, as long as you have created your own work, you can submit your work no matter how good or bad your work is. In fact, most of the entries each year are from amateur poetry lovers.

They took their own works to the competition, so that they didn't want to enter the second stage of the finalists. Instead, we must use this platform and opportunity to show our work for everyone to appreciate and evaluate.

Of course, there are also amateurs who have advanced to the second stage finalists, and the number is not small.

Therefore, even if there are no classic poems in the recent Mid-Autumn Festival Poems, everyone's enthusiasm is still very high.

However, for Han Zhong, Bai Yi, Liu Yuan and others. Without good poetry, it will obviously make such a large-scale event seem a little bit of a misnomer.

So they eagerly hope that good poetry works will appear. Fortunately, this year's hopes are likely to become reality.

Bai Yi said: "The president is right. But there may be surprises this year."

Han Zhong said: "Did you say that the surprise is that young man named Li Fan? Is he sure he wants to participate in this poem meeting?"

Liu Yuan said: "It is the young man. He has made it clear that he will participate in this poem meeting. Moreover, the president. In addition to Li Fan, there are several other young people who are also worthy of attention."

Bai Yi answered, "It's true. Except for Li Fan, they have been more active in the poetry world recently. The four of Mo Bai, Du Feng, Wang Ling, and Lu Ran, who are known as the'Four Young Poets,' are also worth looking forward to."

Han Zhong nodded, he naturally knew what Bai Yi just said, "The Four Young Masters in Poetry". Although all four of them are over 30 years old, they are indeed young people in the poetry world. And I heard that they have been preparing for this poem meeting for a long time, and they all want to hit the final top spot. It is indeed worth looking forward to.

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Magic City, in a private room of a restaurant.

The four young men are leaning against each other. All four are thirty-two or three-year-old. One of them, dressed in a white shirt, looked quite handsome, picked up a wine glass full of wine and said: "Three of you have come from far away and have worked hard all the way. Come, I toast everyone."

The other three hurriedly raised their wine glasses, one of them said: "What Brother Mo said, it should be me waiting for Brother Jing Mo." The other two also echoed.

Subsequently, the four wine glasses touched gently. All four drank it in one go.

These four are the younger generation of poets, Mo Bai, Du Feng, Wang Ling, and Lu Ran who are currently very active in the Chinese poetry scene and are known as the "Four Young Poets".

Among them, the man in a white shirt is the host of this time, Mo Bai. In addition, Du Feng wore a gray retro t-shirt. Wang Ling is a white fashion t shirt. Lu Ran is a black shirt.

Just looking at the clothes of the four of them, it seems a little out of place. However, in fact, the four of them are pushing cups and changing cups, so it's so lively. It seems quite a strange feeling.

"Brother Mo, you are the most famous among the four of us. The top name of this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting is probably already in Brother Mo's pocket." Du Feng said after drinking a glass of wine.

Wang Ling also agreed with a smile: "Yes, I'm just waiting to study with the prince."

Mo Bai felt it in his heart, but said on his lips: "Brother Du, Brother Wang. What are you talking about? Your reputation in the poetry world is no less than mine. And, I heard that you are for this poem meeting, but I have been preparing for a long time. I'm afraid there are already several masterpieces on file. This top title must be one of the two."

Du Feng smiled and said: "Don't dare to compare with Brother Mo. Brother Mo's preparation time is compared with ours, I'm afraid it's only long and not short, and the first name is Brother Mo. Of course, Brother Wang also has a chance. Yours The song "Jinshan Night Walk", but it opened my eyes."

Wang Ling raised his glasses and signaled everyone to have a drink before saying, "It doesn't matter if I don't mention it. Brother Mo's "Wangcang Mountain Waterfall" and Brother Du's "Acacia" are the best works in the poem."

After the three of them humbled each other for a while, Lu Ran, who rarely spoke, suddenly said, "You all seem to have forgotten one person."

"Oh? I don't know what Brother Lu is referring to?" Mo Bai asked.

Du Feng was also confused. But Wang Ling said thoughtfully: "Brother Lu is referring to Li Fan from "The Village House"?"

Lu Ran nodded and said, "Exactly. This person may be the biggest dark horse of this poem meeting. He is also our biggest competitor."

Wang Ling nodded solemnly, "Brother Lu is right. I also noticed this person. "Village Residence" and "Singing Goose" are indeed excellent works in poems, and they have also been written by two masters, Bai Yi and Liu Yuan. Highly praised. However, Brother Lu shouldn't care too much. After all, he is not a professional poet, and it is possible to write one or two great works occasionally. But it is still incomparable to me."

Lu Ran shook his head and said, "Two of his poems have already been compiled into elementary school Chinese textbooks, and his strength should not be underestimated."

Du Feng said disapprovingly at this time: "Brother Lu also said that the Chinese textbook for elementary school was compiled. The main reason for the compilation is that these two poems are easy to understand and suitable for elementary school students. Let me talk about him as a fairy tale. Writer, how can you compare with me? I’m afraid that the two poems can be written to the limit. Of course, objectively speaking, these two poems are indeed good. An amateur can write such poems, it’s also considered It’s very valuable."

Mo Bai suddenly said at this time: "Brother Du just said that Li Fan, the author of "The Village House", is a fairy tale writer. Could he be the same person as Li Fan, the author of "The Cat and Teacher"?"

Du Feng wondered: "Yeah! This incident was a lot of trouble some time ago. Brother Mo doesn't know?"

Mo Bai smiled and said, "Ashamed, ashamed. I have been busy preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting during this time, but I haven't heard about it. I only know that these two poems appeared in this'Children's Poetry Competition'. Poetry. I didn’t expect the author to be that kid, let alone that he could write poems. Very good! Very good!"

When the three Du Feng heard Mo Bai say this, they were all puzzled and asked, "Could it be that Brother Mo knows him, what else is there for the holidays?"

Mo Bai smiled and said: "The three have misunderstood. I don't know him, nor can I talk about a feast. It was just that he was a little unhappy once."

Du Feng said: "Since it is because he is a little unhappy. It is more or less a holiday. It just so happens that he should also participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting this time. Brother Mo just took this opportunity to avenge the day."

Mo Bai said that it was natural, but he said: "Brother Du, don't underestimate this person. No matter how much he is, he is also the winner of this'Children's Poetry Contest'."

Du Feng still didn't care, and said: "That's because I am waiting to take part in that kind of small competition, otherwise I'm afraid there will be someone else with the top name."

When Lu Ran heard everyone say this, although his brows were frowned, he felt that the words of several people made sense. Thinking that Li Fan, as an amateur, can write two masterpieces, it is very difficult. The possibility of wanting to write another masterpiece is indeed very low. Can't help but relax slowly.

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Thank you very much, I am going to make you 1000, can you eat 100, fdxiayi! Thank you! Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance!