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The next day, early in the morning.

Chen Jian, who had slept for five hours, woke up and looked at the time. It was just past six o'clock. He put down his phone and got up directly.

He thought about going to the association early and showing "Bitter Days Are Short" to everyone to taste together.

The more people know about such an excellent work, the better.

Ye Wen, who was on the side, naturally knew what her husband was thinking, and said: "It's too early to go because I haven't gone to work yet. You will probably be waiting after you arrive. You slept so late yesterday, so you can sleep a little longer."

Chen Jian put on his clothes and said, "I'll go to the association and wait for them."

Ye Wen had no choice but to close her eyes and continue sleeping.

She hasn't woken up yet.

Chen Jian washed, cooked and ate as quickly as possible.

At seven o'clock, Chen Ye came to the living room in a daze to wash up. Seeing his father getting ready to go out, he wondered: "Dad, why did you get up so early today?"

"The association has something to do." Chen Jian said, "The rice is ready. If you feel it's cold when you eat it, reheat it. I'll leave first."

In Chen Ye's confused eyes, Chen Jian went out.

"What's the matter? You're in such a hurry." Chen Ye muttered, suddenly thinking of the poem from last night.

After Chen Jian came to the Capital Poetry Association, sure enough, no one came yet. Fortunately, I had the key in my pocket, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get in.

He was not idle when he came to his office. He took out "The Days Are Short" and continued reading.

Once you sink in, you will lose track of time.

Chen Jian was interrupted by a burst of noise outside the door, and then he remembered that there was something more important.

He first looked at the time, and then came to the president's office with the poem in hand.

"Old Chen, what's going on?"

Chen Jian smiled and said: "I received a good poem yesterday. You helped me taste it. How do you like it?"

"Oh?" The president took the poem, looked at Chen Jian, and said, "Your expression tells me that this poem seems not very simple."

"You'll know after you've seen it. You take a look first."

"Okay." The president said: "Fei Guang Fei Guang, I'd like you to have a glass of wine."

Chen Jian sat opposite and listened carefully.

Although I don’t know how many times I have watched it, I still feel very emotional when listening to it.

"Liu Che's mausoleum is full of stagnant bones, and Ying Zhengzi's coffin is full of abalone."

After reading this poem, the president was surprised and asked: "Is this a new poem you wrote?"

Judging from the handwriting, this was written by Chen Jian.

"No." Chen Jian shook his head with a smile and asked, "What do you think?"

"This poem is so good, it perfectly fits the theme of our event. If you didn't watch this event, this poem would definitely be a masterpiece." The president continued to talk, and his words were full of emotion. All praise for this poem.

Chen Jiandao: "That's good. With this poem, the event we held this time can come to a successful conclusion."

"You haven't told me who wrote this poem?"

"Tan Yue."

"Who?" The president didn't quite believe his ears: "Is it that Tan Yue?"

Tan Yue saved face for the Capital Poetry Association, of course he remembered.

"Are there other Tan Yues?" Chen Jian laughed.

"High! Really high! I never thought that Tan Yue could write such an excellent poem!"

If he didn't look at the handwriting, he thought it must have been written by a highly respected artist in the circle, but he didn't expect it to be Tan Yue.

The president continued: "How did you find the poem that Tan Yue asked for? Is he also paying attention to our activities this time?"

"No." Chen Jian then briefly summarized what happened last night.

"You mean, Tan Yue composed this poem on the spot?!"

Chen Jian nodded and said nothing.

He knew that the president's mind was a little messed up and needed a buffer.

The president looked at the book "Bitter Days Are Short" in his hand and sighed with emotion.

Chen Jiandao: "I personally like this poem very much. I think it is the best one so far."

"I think so." The president said, "Everyone happens to be here today. Let's have a meeting to discuss it."

Because of the event, several heavyweights from the Capital Poetry Association were present.

"no problem."

Then the president asked his assistant to inform him that the meeting would be held in the conference room in ten minutes.

Those who can be informed carry a heavy weight.

Following the announcement from the president’s assistant, people came to the conference room one after another.

Those who came first started chatting.

"Have you received any new poems from the president?"

"It should be just for this matter that we all came here."

"Hey, I haven't found a poem that satisfies everyone. I hope someone can contribute in the next day."

"The theme of this event is still relatively difficult. We all have personally participated in it, but there is still no result that satisfies everyone."

"Just wait and see, there's still one day left anyway."

"It is not easy to hold such an event, and the attention is not too high. If we don't receive a good poem, this event will end in failure."

At this point, everyone's face was filled with melancholy.

But because I am not strong enough, it is also difficult to write what I write.

At this time, the president and Chen Jian came to the conference room one after another.

The president also noticed everyone's disappointed expressions and said, "Everyone, please cheer up. Yesterday, President Chen received a poem. We think it's pretty good. Please give it a try."

Hearing this sentence, everyone suddenly felt happy.

Everyone still highly recognized the vision of the president and the honorary president.

While the president was speaking, the assistant had distributed the printed version of "Bitter Days Are Short" to everyone.

The conference room fell into a brief silence.

Chen Jian and the president smiled at each other, waiting to see everyone's reaction.

One person suddenly said excitedly: "This is a good poem! It criticizes superstitious thoughts and the behavior of seeking immortality."

Listening to the speeches one after another, Chen Jian was very happy.

Everyone was raving about "The Days Are Short," so the thing was set.

The president said: "I want to put this song "Bitter Days Are Short" as the first place in this event. What do you think?"

The first place will get the most prominent placement in the poetry magazine, and of course, Weibo will also push it.

"no problem."

"I do not have either."

"no problem."

Chen Jiandao: "I don't have a problem either." Although there is still one day left before the end of the event, no one believes that anyone will write a better poem than this one.

The president said: "No one objects, this matter is settled."

One of them said: "President, who wrote this poem?"

Everyone looked at the president.

They are all very curious.

"I wonder if you still remember Tan Yue?"

"Tan Yue?"

"President, is the Tan Yue you are talking about the current great director Tan Yue?"

"That's right." The president smiled and nodded.

"It turned out to be him."

The poems written by Tan Yue left a deep impression on everyone. How could they forget it?

An old man with white hair said: "Tan Yue really brings us surprises again and again!"

Everyone nodded, feeling the same emotion in their hearts.

Last time, Tan Yue came up with two poems to help them win the competition against Japan, and it was the same this time.

The president said: "Then according to what we decided before, put Tan Yue's poem in the most important place in the poetry magazine."

"it is good."

No one had an opinion.

Chen Jian said: "President, I have a proposal."

"explain."

"If I don't say anything about Tan Yue's traffic, you should be more aware of it." Chen Jian said: "I want to post Tan Yue's poem on our official blog today to add a wave of popularity to our activities. For now. Judging from the situation, the event we held this time has not attracted much attention, and except for those of us in the Poetry Association, few others know about it. "

"You are saying that through Tan Yue, you can increase the popularity of the event so that more people can submit articles."

"Yes, that's what I mean." Chen Jian said seriously: "This event has been held for a while, but so far we have only received more than a hundred poems, basically from people we know. I believe There are many people who can write poetry, but they don’t know it.”

One person said: “I support Chairman Chen’s suggestion.”

"I also think this is a good idea. One of the reasons why we hold a poetry collection activity is to let more people pay attention to the purpose of this activity."

The president nodded and said, "Then follow what Lao Chen said and put Tan Yue's poem online."

The Beijing Poetry Association acted very quickly. After the meeting, it posted Tan Yue's poem on Weibo, and specifically tagged Tan Yue's name, and even "@" Tan Yue's Weibo.

At present, the attention of this event is very low. After it was posted on Weibo, only a few people paid attention and participated in comments.

"After reading the song "Bitter Days Are Short," I feel that all the years of studying poetry have been in vain."

"I never thought I could write like this. "Bitter Days Are Short" gave me a lot of inspiration. I want to write another one."

"I have read this poem many times. From every word in the poem, I feel the resistance to superstitious thoughts and the ridicule of seeking immortality."

"I like this sentence the most. I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its meat so that it will not be able to return in the morning or lie down at night. It's wonderful!"

"I went and just looked at the poem, and when I looked carefully, it turned out to be written by Tan Yue!?"

"Tan Yue is so good?! I didn't expect that he could write poetry?"

"Teacher Tan Yue has written poems a long time ago. He wrote "Qingping Diao" and "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", but he has been making movies and rarely writes poems. The Beijing Poetry Association was able to invite Tan Teacher Yue writes poetry.”

People who pay attention to this song "Bitter Days Are Short" are basically people who pay more attention to poetry.

One of the famous netizens, a big V, reposted the poem online.

This Internet celebrity often updates some ancient things on Weibo, and is gradually liked by netizens.

Poetry is also his favorite aspect, and he often reprints some poems updated online by the Beijing Poetry Association.

Bright Entertainment Company, President's Office.

Tan Yue was processing documents when a knock on the door interrupted his work.

"Come in."

The door of the office opened, and Chen Ye came in and reported: "Mr. Tan, my dad just called and said that your poem has been posted on the official blog of the Beijing Poetry Association."

"it is good."

Tan Yue picked up the pen and signed his name on the document.

Chen Jian did this simply because he wanted to increase the exposure of the event through himself, which he could understand.

"Xiaoye, please send this document to the new media department."

"Okay." Chen Ye took the file, turned and left the office.

Tan Yue took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and opened Weibo on his computer.

He really wants to know what is going on online now.

After all, I haven’t written poetry for many years.

Not to mention others, Tan Yue himself almost forgot.

Looking at the situation on Weibo, Tan Yue was slightly stunned.

Now some media have begun to report it.

"Xiangjiang Daily: Recently, the Beijing Poetry Association held a poetry collection event with the theme of 'Breaking Superstition'. Tan Yue participated in the event with his song "Bitter Days Are Short"."

""Beijing City Morning Post": I wonder if you still remember the two poems "Qing Ping Diao" and "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"? Tan Yue defeated the Japanese representative to China with these two poems. After many years, Tan Yue composed again I wrote a song called "Bitter Days Are Short" to participate in the activities organized by the Beijing Poetry Association."

""Metropolitan Newspaper": Today I would like to share with you a new poem from Tan Yue, the title of the poem is "Bitter Days Are Short": Flying Light Flying Light"

Looking at some media reports, Tan Yue thought to himself: "The media moves quite quickly!"

Under each report, many netizens participated in the discussion.

"Holy shit, shit! Teacher Tan Yue actually wrote poetry again!"

"After so many years, I finally saw Teacher Tan Yue write a new poem. Teacher Tan Yue can make a movie every year. Do you know how many years I have been waiting for this poem?"

"I almost forgot that Teacher Tan Yue can also write poetry, Teacher Tan Yue is awesome!"

"Although I am not particularly proficient in poetry, I was very shocked after reading the song "Bitter Days Are Short" by Teacher Tan Yue. I dare say that few people can write poems of the same level."

"Teacher Tan Yue, please accept my knee. My admiration for you is overwhelming."

Then he opened the official blog of the Beijing Poetry Association and saw "Bitter Days Are Short".

The copy is the content of the poem, and the accompanying picture is the handwritten version Chen Jian wrote at the dinner party yesterday.

Looking at the number of likes and comments on this Weibo post, Tan Yue smiled on his face.

Half an hour has passed since I posted it, and the number of likes has exceeded 20,000.

Media reports have just begun, and not many people know about it.

As time goes by, Tan Yue believes that the event organized by the Beijing Poetry Association will be seen by more people.

Although he only wrote this poem on a whim at the time, he is very happy to be able to help Chen Jian now.

After media reports begin, the matter will continue to gain popularity online.

Tan Yue is relatively confident in his own popularity.

Tan Yue stood up and came to the window, stretching his arms and moving his body.

Now that the event held by the Beijing Poetry Association is attracting more and more attention, we will definitely receive good works. (End of chapter)