Little Farmer Big Star

September 1st, 6pm.

Countless poetry lovers from all over the country ate dinner early and began to stand in front of the computer, waiting for the game to start.

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 very much looking forward to it.

As the game time approached, the atmosphere on the Internet became more and more tense.

"Finally, it's about to start. I wonder which authors will successfully score 3 points tonight?"

"This is the first round. Everyone hopes to have a good start. Although there is no strong dialogue, everyone should come up with their own works that are in the middle and top. There are still a lot of highlights."

"It's natural. Unless the gap with the other party is too big, they will all give it a shot."

Many authors are also very nervous at this time, because the first round is so important. If you can successfully score 3 points, 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 easy.

At this time, there may be only a few people such as Li Fan and Shi Zhong Si Shao who have a peaceful mind.

Of course, Chu Xuan's state of mind was quite peaceful at this time. He now feels that it may not be entirely a bad thing to meet Li Fan in the first round. This will at least get him 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 competition interface for the group stage.

Li Fan saw that the current interface is similar to the challenge interface of the qualifiers, but the difference is still relatively large. The challenge interface has only one group of opponents, but the current interface is a group of 5 games 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 5 grids, and the middle grid is the largest.

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

The top is the name of the work, and the bottom is the name of the contestant, in a slightly smaller font. Then the content of the poem, and then the number of votes for the round.

The focus dialogue of each round is put into the largest competition field in the middle.

The 5 games of each group in each round are placed on one interface at the same time, which increases the tension of the game.

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

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

The five grids corresponded to five matches, and the match between Li Fan and Chu Xuan was placed in the largest grid in the middle. It seemed that the organizer believed that this round of dialogue between him and Chu Xuan was the focus of the sixth group.

5 big red and blue "vs" symbols are particularly conspicuous, adding to the tension of the game.

At this time, the number of votes under each contestant's name is constantly changing. Some contestants' votes grew rapidly, while others were relatively slow.

As you can imagine, those authors whose votes grew more slowly. At this time, he must be in front of the computer, shouting nervously, "Come on!", "Get up faster" and so on.

Such a scene made even Li Fan a little excited. The group game was much more exciting than he imagined.

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

...

Headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

"Not bad, not bad. The overall quality of this year is indeed much higher than in previous years." President Han Zhong said happily while looking at the computer.

Bai Yi also seemed quite excited, "Yes, President. With so many outstanding newcomers emerging this year, it may have an impact on the creative bottleneck we encountered. This is very important to our entire poetry world now. ."

Liu Yuan also said: "Look at this poem by Li Fan boy. The same words are simple and easy to understand, but they always give people a sense of not being simple. This boy

It's really not that simple. "

Han Zhong nodded and said, "This poem should have been inspired by him. "Being Mercy for the Nong" is well written!"

Bai Yi agrees: "The words and sentences of this poem are not gorgeous, but I guarantee that this poem is definitely more widely spread and easier to become a classic than many well-crafted poems with gorgeous words."

Liu Yuan sighed and read again:

"On the afternoon of the day of hoeing, sweat drips down the soil.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey.

Alas, the more I read, the more emotional it becomes. Now it should be the season of harvesting rice in the south. It is indeed hard work! "

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

...

A certain city, a certain residential area.

Duan Yong's family is having dinner.

"Xiao Ling, why do you get rice all over the place again? Also, there is so much rice in the bowl, why don't you eat it?" Duan Yong said with a frown.

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 already married and had children, it can be regarded as a successful career.

The wife is virtuous and gentle, the son is smart and lovely, and Duan Yong is very satisfied. However, what gave him some headaches was that his ten-year-old son had a bad habit of wasting food.

Not only the son, his wife was born in the city and has no concept of saving food.

Sure enough, after hearing what Duan Yong said just now, his wife said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, it's just a little rice. It's not worth a few dollars, and if you can't finish eating it, it will be thrown away anyway."

Duan Yong sighed, his wife was fine, but this one gave him a headache. But he can't be like his wife because of this. He has been thinking about how to make his wife realize this problem.

The wife realizes this problem, and it will be much easier to get rid of her son's bad habit of wasting food.

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

"I'm done eating. Today is the first round of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival. It's already started, I'll go take a look." Duan Yong said.

"Hey, it's done. When you see a good poem, tell me, and I'll take a look." His wife said.

Both of them are fond of ancient poetry. In fact, most people in China prefer ancient poetry.

Turning on the computer, Duan Yong logged on to the official website of the Huaguo Poetry Association. He is already very familiar with the competition system, interface, etc.

But familiarity is familiarity. After landing on the official website, a sense of tense atmosphere still blows. He first looked at the largest playing field in the middle, because this is often the focus of this group's conversation in this round of games.

After reading each poem, Duan Yong couldn't help nodding his praise. There are quite a lot of excellent poems this year, and the number of votes in several games is almost the same, and the competition is very fierce.

When he opened the sixth group, his eyes snapped open. Because he saw the poem in the middle of the group, on the left hand side.

"On the afternoon of the day of hoeing, sweat drips down the soil.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey. "

"Who knows that food on a plate is hard work; who knows that food on a plate is hard work; who knows..."

Duan Yong recited it several times, and he couldn't help but think of the scene when he was farming in the countryside before, and his thoughts were full of thoughts...

...

The last day of September, friends, please recommend tickets!

(To be continued.)