Chapter 190： Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey

September 1st, 6 o'clock in the evening.

Countless poetry lovers across the country had dinner early, and began to stand in front of the computer, waiting for the start of the competition.

Today is the first round of the group stage, with 10 groups and 50 games starting at the same time.

Li Fan also had dinner early and sat in front of the computer. This is his first time participating in the group stage, and he is also very much looking forward to it.

As the game time approaches, the atmosphere on the Internet is becoming more and more tense.

"Finally, it's finally about to start. I don't know which authors will score 3 points tonight?"

"This is the first round. Everyone wants to make a good start. Although there is no strong dialogue, everyone should come up with the works that are ranked in the middle and upper of their deposits. There are still many highlights."

"This is natural. Unless the gap with the other party is too big, I will try it."

Many authors are also very nervous at this time, because the first round is too important. If you can score 3 points smoothly, it will not only lay an important foundation for promotion. It can also leave a good impression on the people of the Poetry Association and the majority of netizens. This may make the next few rounds relatively easier.

At this time, perhaps only a few people such as Li Fan and Sishao in the poem are the only people with a peaceful mind.

Of course, Chu Xuan's mentality at this time is also quite calm. He now feels that it might not be a bad thing to run into Li Fan in the first round. This will at least allow him to receive more attention in the first round, even if it ends in defeat.

The time finally came to 7 o'clock.

The official website interface of the Chinese Poetry Association has finally been replaced with a dedicated game interface for the group stage.

Li Fan saw that the current interface is somewhat similar to the challenge interface of the qualifiers, but the difference is still quite big. The challenge interface has only one set of opponents, but the current interface is a group of 5 matches appearing at the same time, arranged in three rows: top, middle, and bottom.

The upper and lower rows are divided into left and right columns from the center. The entire interface is divided into 5 grids in the form of a 5-square grid, with the largest grid in the middle.

Inside each grid is a playing field. Each competition field is divided into left and right areas, and the two entries are displayed side by side. The symbol "vs" in the middle has one red and one blue color.

At the top is the name of the work, followed by the names of the contestants, in a slightly smaller font. Then there is the content of the poem, and then the number of votes in this round.

The focus dialogue of each round of the game is placed in the largest game arena in the middle.

Put 5 games of each group in each round on the same interface at the same time, which increases the tension of the game.

At the top of the interface, there is a group switch button. From left to right, the first group to the tenth group.

Li Fan naturally switched the interface to the sixth group. Now, the game has started.

Five grids correspond to five games, and the match between Li Fan and Chu Xuan is placed in the largest grid in the middle. It seems that the organizers believe that this round of dialogue between him and Chu Xuan is the focus of the sixth group.

The five big red and blue "vs" symbols are particularly conspicuous, adding to the tense atmosphere of the game.

At this time, the number of votes under each participant's name is constantly changing. Some contestants' votes have grown rapidly, while others have been relatively slow.

As you can imagine, those authors whose votes have grown more slowly. At this time, he must be in front of the computer, crying nervously, "Come on!", "Raise faster" and the like.

Even Li Fan was a little excited at such a scene. The group competition he imagined was much more exciting.

And his number of votes is naturally increasing at an extremely fast rate.

...

Headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

"Yes, not bad. This year's overall quality is indeed much higher than in previous years." President Han Zhong said with joy looking at the computer.

Bai Yi also seemed quite excited, "Yes, President. There are so many outstanding newcomers this year, maybe it can have an impact on the creation bottleneck we encountered. This is very important for our entire poetry world. ."

Liu Yuan also said: "Look at this poem by Li Fan boy. The same words are simple and easy to understand, but it always gives people a feeling of not simple. This boy is really not simple."

Han Zhong nodded and said, "This poem should have been sent by him. "Preciation for the Nong", well written!"

Bai Yi agreed: "This poem is not gorgeous in terms and sentences, but I guarantee that this poem is definitely more widely spread than many meticulously crafted poems with gorgeous words, and it is easier to become a classic."

Liu Yuan sighed and read again:

"At noon on the day of hoeing, sweat dripped down the soil.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey.

Alas, the more you read, the more people feel emotional. It should be the season for harvesting rice in the south now. It is indeed hard work! "

Bai Yi also sighed and said, "We should thank Li Fan for writing such a poem. All people in the country, especially children, should read this poem and understand it."

...

A certain city, a certain residential area.

Duan Yong's family is eating dinner.

"Xiao Ling, why do you get the rice everywhere? Also, there is so much rice in the bowl, why don't you eat it?" Duan Yong frowned and said.

He was born in the countryside and worked hard in this city for more than 10 years. Now, I finally have my own house and car. And having married a wife and having children can be regarded as a successful career.

His wife is virtuous and gentle, his son is smart and lovely, and Duan Yong is very satisfied. However, what gave him a bit of a headache is that his ten-year-old son has a bad habit and likes to waste food.

Not only his son, but his wife was born in the city and has no idea about saving food.

Sure enough, after hearing Duan Yong's words, his wife said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, it's just a little rice. It's not worth a lot of money. If you can't finish it, you have to throw it away anyway."

Duan Yong sighed, his wife was fine with everything, but this was the only thing that caused him a headache. But he can't just do anything with his wife just because of this. He has been thinking about how to make his wife realize this problem.

When the wife recognizes this problem, it will be much easier to get rid of her son's bad habit of wasting food.

But, what kind of method is needed to have such an effect? Duan Yong had a headache.

"I've finished eating. Today is the first round of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting group stage. Now it has started, I will go and see." Duan Yong said.

"Hey, it's OK. If you see a good poem, tell me, I'll take a look too." said his wife.

Both of them like ancient poems. In fact, most people in China prefer ancient poetry.

Turning on the computer, Duan Yong logged in to the official website of the Chinese Poetry Association. He is very familiar with the game system and interface.

But familiar to familiar, after logging on to the official website, a sense of tension still blows over my face. The first thing he looked at was the largest playing field in the middle, because this is often the focus of this team in this round of dialogue.

Looking at the poems, Duan Yong couldn't help nodding in praise. There are really a lot of excellent poems this year, and the number of votes in several shows is almost the same. The competition is very fierce.

When he clicked on the sixth group, his eyes suddenly opened. Because he saw the poem on the left in the middle of this group of games.

"At noon on the day of hoeing, sweat dripped down the soil.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey. "

"Who knows that Chinese food on a plate is hard for every grain; who knows that a Chinese meal on a plate is hard for every grain; who knows..."

Duan Yong read it several times repeatedly, and he couldn't help but think of the scene when he was farming in the countryside before, and he was full of thoughts for a moment...

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The last day of September, friends, please!