Yun Shu, a first-class poet, was reading a book at home. He soon saw Li Anping's poem.
"Li Anping? I've never heard of him. Newbie?"
Yun Shu opened Li Anping's profile page with interest.
It was a photo of a handsome man.
So young?
He read the introduction carefully.
22 years old?
Learn folk music?
Only two poems?
Yun Shu frowned.
How did such a person pass the audition?
Let me see.
Liu Weidong recommended it?
This brat!
The Poetry Association was getting more and more outrageous!
He had to find a time to tell Li Guanqi that he had to reorganize.
Our Poetry Association can't be like the Fact Association, where there's a foul atmosphere!
Yun Shu clicked on the first song," Qing Ping Diao."
Qing Ping Diao was obviously the name of the Ci.
This poem had no name.
Nameless poem…
Yun Shu was not happy.
Young people nowadays were more and more fond of sensationalizing.
He took a glance and his expression froze.
******
Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance, spring breeze blows the threshold, dew is thick.
If not for the jade mountains, we would have met under the moon at the Jade Terrace!
******
"This, this, this poem!" Yun Shu felt goosebumps all over his body.
His mind was brought into the fairyland shrouded in clouds by the poem.
It was as if he was looking at a peerless fairy dancing!
After a long time, his soul returned to his body and he couldn't help but praise,"
"What a good line, the clouds want clothes, the flowers want to look good, and the three stages. What a stroke of genius!”
"After the founding of the country, there was actually someone who could write such a wondrous Seven Laws! Amazing!"
Yun Shu drank a mouthful of tea happily.
Then, he couldn't wait to click on the second song, Farewell.
His gaze was dull again.
Which rock did this ruthless person pop out from?
As an old man in his 70s,"Farewell" touched him far more than the previous "Qing Ping Diao." Nameless Poem.
He silently mulled over the last sentence.
"A jug of wine is enough for the rest of my life.”
He thought of the countless times he had parted ways in his life, and tears welled up in his eyes.
At his age, most of his close friends were no longer young or had long passed away.
I feel sad when I read poems.
Yun Shu was good at writing about parting and scenery.
Even so, he believed that there were only one or two songs in his life that could compare to this "Farewell".
"Good poem! Good poem!"
He gave Li Anping 5 votes without hesitation, passing with full marks.
Then, he shouted,
"Qianqian, Qianqian! Come here quickly!"
After a while, a gentle girl wearing a simple and elegant Han costume walked in with a book of poems in her hand.
Yun Qianqian asked curiously,"
"Grandpa, what's wrong?"
Yun Shu dragged his granddaughter to the computer and said,"
"I said, you write. Use my account to write a review for these two poems.”
He had no choice. His typing speed was too slow.
Yun Qianqian felt helpless.
She sat down and looked at the screen, stunned.
Especially that song," Qing Ping Diao ", which made her imagination run wild.
After a long time, he finally reacted and quickly opened Li Anping's profile.
"Li Anping? 22 years old? Were all the rookies nowadays so fierce?”
Yun Qianqian's expression was complicated.
Yun Shu smiled."
"Qianqian, this young man is quite young and good-looking. Why don't Grandpa ask him to come over and meet you?”
"Grandpa!" Yun Qianqian blushed.
"Why do you have to introduce me to everyone you see!”
Yun Shu said seriously,"
"You're already 26. Why aren't you getting married? Grandpa is still waiting for his grandson!"
Yun Qianqian quickly stopped her grandfather from urging her to get married."
"Stop, stop, stop. If you say it again, I'll leave!”
For some reason, her heart was pounding.
Yun Shu said helplessly,"
"Then write a review for Li Anping first.”
"Those who wrote 'Qing Ping Diao' first, the first round, one sentence, three stages, one stroke of the gods. The three meanings are: "
"General comment: 'Qing Ping Diao' is a beautiful fairy, there is no other in the world.”
"Alright, next is 'Farewell.' The poem 'Farewell' is simple and touching."
" General comment: 'Farewell' uses a long pavilion, ancient roads, the setting sun, and a series of other scenery to construct the scene. All the words of the scene are words of love! This poem will be famous for hundreds of generations."
"Li Anping, at the age of twenty, wrote simple and subtle works like 'Farewell' and magnificent and romantic works like 'Qing Ping Diao'. The two styles of poetry were completely different. Li Anping was truly a genius!”
"Since the founding of the country, poetry is number one!"
Yun Qianqian was stunned.
She did not expect her grandfather to have such a high opinion of Li Anping.
What a great young master this was!
Looking at Li Anping's handsome photo, Yun Qianqian's face turned red.
Yun Shu opened the VX group, which was filled with dozens of good poets.
He sent a series of voice messages.
"Everyone, go and judge the new poet called Li Anping. He's amazing! Ever since the founding of Huaxia, poetry was number one!”
"President Li, who is Li Anping to you? Did he have any other poems? Take it out and let me see!"
"Old Jiao, go and take a look at that 'Qing Ping Dia'. In the future, when you write about beauties, you won't be the first, hahaha!”
"Qingyan, you have an opponent."
......
After a while, someone in the group spoke.
"Elder Yun, I don't know Li Anping. I'll go take a look."”
Jiao Wenxiu: " I've already finished watching it. Amazing!" The youngsters nowadays were too powerful! I'm not as good as him when it comes to writing about beauties! Who has Li Anping's contact information? I want to drink with him and judge his beauty!”
"I've finished reading it too." Elder Yun's evaluation was correct. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, poetry was number one!”
"I'm done. It's alright." I won't lose to him."
"Haha, Qingyan doesn't seem to be convinced." This Li Anping definitely has more poems. You can challenge him.”
"No need."
"Liu Weidong recommended it, so I asked him to add Li Anping."”
"Yes, quickly add him in. I'll see if he has any other poems." Young man, don't be too stingy. Send it out for everyone to see ~ If it's good, we can just give it to a Level 1 Poet.”
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"Old Yun, are you serious?"”
"Why not?" asked Yun Shu. Is there a rule in our association that we can't skip grades? Old Jiao, can you write 'Qing Ping Diao'?”
"Hey!" Old Yun, don't hit people in the face!"
Li Guanqi: " A first-class poet is a little too much. He's young and successful. Isn't he too frivolous? As long as this kind of genius is nurtured well, he can support our Chinese poetry world for half a century! So don't hurt Zhongyong."
"I think we can consider giving it a second rank." Anyway, I'm a second-level. I admit that I can't write it.”
" Yes," Yun Shu said." President Li is really thoughtful. We have to nurture this Li Anping for our association!" Please don't make it look like the novel association, a bunch of trash!”
"Ah, this! Elder Yun, Elder Yun, everyone is doing this for the development of China's literary world. We can't be biased.”
"Hmph!" Yun Shu snorted. You're the president, so you have to be careful with your words. I don't care. At most, I'll take back my Level 1 Poet!”
Who would dare to do that!
Yun Shu was the representative of the entire Chinese poetry world.
There was a piece of his work in the textbooks for elementary school, middle school, and high school.
Countless students grew up reciting Yun Shu's poems.
Who dared to take away Yun Shu's title as a first-class poet?
Soon, a notification appeared in the group.
Li Anping had joined the Poem and Wine Life group.
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