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Chapter 203 How to Understand Poetry
The light remains steady and does not flicker.

Under the lamp, Chen Zhuo frowned slightly, he was thinking about a very inexplicable question, this Lin Feng is only seventeen, where did he come from to know love?
He wasn't worried about Lin Feng, he was worried about the comments that people gave after the poem was published in Lin Feng's name, was it made by a small ghost, or by a dummy?What kind of impact will it have on "Fanxing Poetry Magazine"?Is it good or bad to send it out like this?
"Forget it, who cares, discussions can gain popularity. As long as there is no evidence to say that Lin Feng copied it, so what if he wonders if Lin Feng's writing about love is not suitable for his age? As long as Lin Feng does not admit it, the more discussions will become hotter, Fanxing Poetry Magazine The name will become louder and louder." After thinking for a while, Chen Zhuo made a decision.

He didn't think it was plagiarized by Lin Feng. He thought that Lin Feng was just precocious. Otherwise, Wukong and The Condor Heroes would be fine. In addition, he believed that under the country's majestic law, no one would dare to plagiarize.

After making a decision, Chen Zhuo picked up his hands and began to operate on the keyboard. He wanted to send this manuscript to the editor-in-chief of "Fanxing Poems", and arrange it as soon as possible to see if it would be appropriate to post it in that position at that time. I understand this, but as the editor-in-chief of a company, I should also consider other things when considering work, such as the job of the editor-in-chief of Fanxing Poetry Magazine.

In addition, entrusting things to experienced and suitable people is a necessary condition for everything to be done successfully.After more than a minute, the handover between Chen Zhuo and the editor-in-chief was completed.At this moment, it's only five or six minutes before leaving get off work, but Chen Zhuo's hands still haven't left the keyboard. After closing the call window, he opened the online bank. He has fulfilled his promise and sent a manuscript. Anyway, I have to pay the manuscript fee myself. Although the number of words is not many, only more than 6 words, the manuscript fee can also be calculated in proportion.

After a few clicks on the keyboard, Chen Zhuo transferred Lin Feng the manuscript fee that Lin Feng deserved.

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Looking at the manuscript just sent by the leader on the screen, Li Neng, the editor-in-chief of "Fanxing Poetry Magazine", couldn't laugh or cry. The poetry magazine published today, Sunday, and next week, which is tomorrow, has already completed the typesetting. It was really a surprise to be able to come out like this, but Li Neng had to make the decision to work overtime due to the instructions of his superiors and the quality of "A Blooming Tree".

The next day, July [-]th, Fanxing Publishing's poetry magazine "Fanxing Poems" was released.

"A Blooming Tree", a modern poem that seems to express the girl's heart of spring, is like a spring breeze that fills China overnight, and instantly occupies the high point of discussion in reality and on the Internet.

As a famous college student who receives scholarships every year, Xu Qian can undoubtedly be proud of her achievements and personal qualities. She is a successful person, but no one is perfect, and life is not perfect.

Xu Qian was standing at the gate of the train station, pedestrians and passengers were walking back and forth around her, but Xu Qian didn't seem to notice it, she just stared into the distance in a daze, as if there was a figure walking somewhere with.She didn't come to see him off, she came to persuade him to stay, but all she can do now is just stare blankly.

How many years have you been in love, and it's still like this, walking past me without a trace of stopping, looking back on the three years of time, I realized that I was in love and I didn't know each other.A wry smile crept onto Xu Qian's face, and spent three years weaving a dream for herself. Now that she wakes up from the dream, can she forget the dream?

After turning into a husband-watching stone for a quarter of an hour, Xu Qian moved her footsteps and left. No matter how much she could maintain the imaginary shadow, she cleaned up her feelings and walked towards the resting stool beside her. She had stood there for so long , a little tired.

Sitting down, Xu Qian took out her mobile phone, clicked on the gallery, zoomed in sweetly one by one, stared at it for a while, deleted, and so on, as if deleting a piece of the past.

The time firmly passed round and round on the clock, and Xu Qian was still deleting. The photos did not occupy the entire memory of the phone, but occupied all of her heart.Xu Qian's operation became slower and slower, and finally stopped. A photo appeared on the mobile phone. It was a photo from a long, long time ago. It was a photo taken after avoiding a long, long rain. It was dark, and there were heavy raindrops behind them as the background. The two hugged each other to keep warm, and talked with a smile, without any annoyance at all because the weather was not beautiful.

"Five hours and 47 minutes." After staring for a long time, Xu Qian murmured.

This is the time when the two of them waited for the rain to stop that day. Although they both have mobile phones and can ask their friends to send an umbrella over, they don’t have one. The rainy world is the world of the two of them. Holding, talking, and watching like this ,very good.

Of course, the price is not without it. A cold has disturbed them for more than a week, a photo of joy and sorrow.Xu Qian moved her finger slightly and pressed delete.

After deleting a memory with reality, Xu Qian raised her head and looked around, wanting to see if there was a figure who came back and said no to leave, making herself regret the action just now, but unfortunately there was not.

Laughing self-deprecatingly, Xu Qian withdrew her gaze from far away, and turned her gaze to the convenience store owner who was busy putting books and magazines on the shelves, watching him take out the books one by one into the folder it is good.The conveniences on the side of the train station are all multi-functional. Magazines, books, food and beverages are available for hundreds of years, so Xu Qian is not surprised.

She was just attracted by the big one on the poetry magazine that the shopkeeper had just hung up, wishing everyone could see the title and author's name.

"Lin Feng's new work? Brother Feng wrote a new poem again." Talking to herself, Xu Qian felt a sudden pain in her heart. The furthest distance in the world is not that you are in front of me but you don't know that I love you, but you I know I love you but I still want to leave, and I can't help but see love go away.

Shaking her head, this time it shouldn't be of this type. Xu Qian, who was in need of something to divert her attention, bought the "Starry Poetry Journal".

"A flowering tree, is it written here?" Opening the magazine, looking for the catalog, Xu Qian found a topic.

"How to let you meet me, at my most beautiful moment, for this, I have prayed for 500 years before the Buddha..."

After quietly reading this poem, the page of the magazine in Xu Qian's hand had a few spots, and the tears that she wanted to cry were dripping silently.

Moreover, it is not tears, but emotions are being released.

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　Supplement two.

　　I'm sorry, let me say an apology first. After finishing the last chapter, my eyes are a little blurred, my spirit is a little decadent, and there are no stimulating drinks around me.So I decided to take a nap and take it easy, but the night passed like this, the computer was not turned off, and the quilt was not covered. It was sent first, so let's count it as the [-] owed in the middle of this week.Immediately go to code yesterday's two updates, and this Mid-Autumn Festival will pass in the code words.Apologies again, please forgive me.

　　
　
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