Magic City, Youth Children's Publishing House.

Fang Jing clicked on "Praise of Poplar" and said with great interest: "I'll read it for you. This is a masterpiece and must be recited to reflect its status."

When Lin Hai heard this, he agreed and said, "Lao Fang is right. Then we won't watch it anymore, let's listen."

Fang Jing laughed and began to recite: "The car is running on the plateau that is beyond the limit. What plunges into your vision is a big felt intricate yellow and green..."

But before I could read a few sentences, the expression of disdain that was originally disdainful and ridiculed suddenly disappeared. Instead, it was a kind of incredible. The two expressions with great differences instantly changed on my face, which looked quite interesting.

Lin Hai was also shocked when he heard the previous two sentences. He felt that the way the plot was opened was not what he imagined. He quickly walked to the computer and wanted to take a look at it himself. At this moment, he really hoped that Fang Jing had read the wrong reading and read other articles.

But the fact is that he is destined to be disappointed. This article is "Praise of Poplar", which is Li Fan's second stage entry.

The two of them finished reading the article silently, looking at each other's shocked expression, and no one spoke with a tacit understanding.

Lin Hai silently returned to his position as president and sat down, crossed his fingers on his abdomen, leaning against the back of the chair. He didn't speak for a long time, and there was no other movement. As for what he was thinking at this time, no one knew.

...

At the same time, a residential community in the Magic City.

Yu Qing sat in front of the computer, looking a little dazed, muttering: "Impossible, impossible! A person cannot be so comprehensive. But why? Why?"

"Brother Yu, Brother Yu!" The young man was still speaking. Seeing that Yu Qing's expression seemed to be a little wrong, he quickly shouted. After shouting several times, Yu Qing woke up suddenly.

Yu Qing's eyes were full of reluctance and bitterness, and a hint of fear.

At this time, he still couldn't believe that Li Fan's works in the second stage were still so excellent, even better than the first stage. Wouldn't that mean that "Spring" and "Village" were really written by Li Fan?

Yu Qing didn't want to believe it, but this is the fact. Facts have proved that there are really such geniuses in the world who can be good at multiple fields at the same time. It's just that Yu Qing was stubborn and unwilling to believe it.

Yu Qing knew that this had become his inner demon. He had just fallen into a trance. Although he had been awakened by the young man, the inner demon still had not gone.

Yu Qing also knew that he had to remove this inner demon. Otherwise, he would never make any progress in his life.

...

Li Fan has not uploaded the second phase of the work, which has also caused netizens to talk about it. Some people are anxious, some people are regretful, some people are sighing, some people are gloating, and some people are disdainful and sneering...

"Why haven't Li Fan's work been released yet? I'm so anxious."

"Don't panic, there is still one day left. Writing is not easy, we must believe in Li Fan."

"Writing is indeed not easy, but it is easy to find a gunman. Let your Li Fan go to find a gunman this time! Haha!"

"That's right, it's not the first time anyway. Why bother to hold your head?"

"It seems that Li Fan is about to reveal his true form now. Last time, this guy said, "The world bullies me...", but he was so scared that I didn't dare to speak for several days."

"No, I was also scared. But now it seems that if he scares us for a few days, he will be embarrassed for the rest of his life. Why bother?"

"Oh, you guys. After being slapped in the face so many times, why can't you learn a little lesson? Isn't this a whole day? It's enough for a few minutes to upload the work. Are you not afraid of being slapped in the face this time?"

"Tsk! There is indeed a day left, but at this time, the guy has not uploaded it yet. It proves that his work is not ready at all, or the quality is so bad that he is embarrassed to upload it himself. It doesn't work for such a long time, what good work can he write in a day? Tomorrow, he will either abstain or have to upload the work. Who can he slapped in the face? I think it's because he is embarrassing himself."

"Forget it, I have already reminded you. If you still have to apply for a slap in the face by yourself, there is nothing you can do."

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Beijing, headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

"It's not uploaded yet. Isn't this awesome thing? That kid definitely did it on purpose." Bai Yi said with a "hate voice".

Liu Yuan smiled and said, "Who has asked so many people on the Internet to question him? He has not uploaded it yet. I am afraid that many people will not be able to take the initiative to apply for a slap in the face. It can be regarded as a small lesson for those people. However, I guess it will be uploaded soon."

Bai Yi also smiled and said, "You have a very good analysis, but I don't know if the last sentence is effective. I'll refresh the webpage and see."

After saying that, Bai Yi refreshed the web page, with a strange look on his face, and thought to himself: "I'm really right by this old guy. No, I can't tell him. Otherwise, this old guy knows that his words are so effective, and he's still proud of it. I'll secretly appreciate it first."

Thinking of this, Bai Yi calmly opened up Li Fan's ancient poems. He is a poet, so he naturally has to read ancient poems first.

Bai Yi first said "Huh" in confusion. This poem seemed to be quite ordinary. But soon, Bai Yi couldn't help but exclaim, "Is that boy really the one."

When Liu Yuan saw Bai Yi opposite him, he was startled and couldn't figure it out at first, "I said Lao Bai, what are you doing?" But he soon understood, "Okay, Bai Yi, you are so unkind, you didn't even sue me and just read it yourself."

After Liu Yuan finished speaking, he couldn't wait to wait for Bai Yi to reply and could not wait to refresh the web page of his computer. Sure enough, he saw that Li Fan had uploaded his work.

"That old boy, I'll settle the score with him later." Liu Yuan thought so in his heart, and also clicked on the ancient poem.

"Ode to the Goose"

"Geese, goose, goose, sings in the sky.

White hair floats on green water, red palms push clear waves.”

Liu Yuan finished reading this poem. He also said "Huh" first, then laughed and said, "I really have that boy."

Bai Yi, who was opposite, smiled at this time, and said, "Old Liu, it's not good to learn from me to speak. Have you seen this poem too?"

Liu Yuan snorted, "I haven't settled the score with you just now, so you'll talk about it first. However, this little poem is indeed amazing."

Bai Yi nodded and praised: "Yes, it looks ordinary at first, but it is easy to see carefully. The most important thing is that it is so suitable for children to learn. This is the poem that is truly suitable for children!"

"Ode to the Goose" is a work by Luo Binwang when he was a child, one of the four heroes of the Tang Dynasty in his previous life.

This little poem that has been passed down through the ages does not have any profound ideological connotation or philosophy. However, it is unique in terms of artistic attainments.

In this little poem, Xiao Luo Binwang understands and observes the goose from his own perspective and his own mentality. He uses anthropomorphic techniques to describe the goose's call as singing. At the same time, he also compares the color, that is, the characteristics of things, and conveys richly and comprehensively. "White hair", "green water", "red palm", and "clear waves" complement each other.

The first sentence uses three words "geese" to express the little poet's love for geese. These three words "geese" can be understood as the little poet heard the goose calling three times, or it can be understood as the little poet was very happy to see the goose playing in the water, and shouted three times happily: "geese, goose, goose".

The second sentence "Song of the Qunar Song towards the Sky" describes the expression of a goose chirping. The word "Quen" describes the geese singing towards the Sky, which is very accurate. The geese's high singing is different from the rooster crowing. The rooster crows the neck and the geese singing is singing.

The third and fourth sentences describe the scene of a goose playing in the water: "White hair floats on the green water, red palms pluck the clear waves." "Float" and "Pull" vividly express the goose playing in the water. Several brightly colored phrases such as "white hair", "red palms" and "green water" give people a clear visual image. The goose's white haired red palm floats on the green waves of clear water, and the two sides complement each other to form a beautiful "white goose playing in the water".

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Chapter completed!