"This feeling..."

“It’s so wonderful.”

Principal Sun felt like he was falling into a dream.

later.

“From tomorrow, we will communicate with every loved one.

Tell them my happiness.

That happy lightning told me.

I will tell everyone.”

...

When Principal Sun saw this sentence, the first thing that came to mind was his parents who were far away from home.

In order to support him in his studies, his parents worked year after year in the fields, facing the loess and backs against the sky.

Work hard every day and can't straighten your waist every day. The purpose is to allow him to study, have a great future, succeed in things, and be happy and happy.

Nowadays, Principal Sun has achieved something and has proposed to bring his parents to the city, but this was rejected by the two old men.

They just said that they have been living in the countryside for the rest of their lives. They have become accustomed to their children and grandchildren. Now that their parents are old, they only hope to see their son happy, and they never thought of coming to be a burden to their son.

That year, in front of the adobe house in the countryside, the old father with a hunched back was smoking a dry tobacco. A big yellow dog was beside him, guarding the east entrance of the village, waiting for the children far away to write a letter. When the postman entered the village, he could get the letter as soon as possible, and then go to the home of the old teacher at the west entrance of the village to ask him to read a letter.

Those scenes.

At this moment, it suddenly became vivid and clear in Principal Sun's mind.

His eyes suddenly turned red.

Communication.

Principal Sun looked at these two words and was speechless for a long time.

"This era has long started making phone calls, but letters are always lingering memories of our generation."

Old Zhu, who was beside him, took a deep breath. When he saw the two words, he felt a lot of emotion in his heart: "I still remember that year, I had a pen pal named 'Muyao'."

"What a wonderful name that is."

"Every letter sent from Muyao's hand is full of delicate words like a trickle of water, and the strokes are full of beauty, like a work of art."

"I don't know how many times I have fallen into the tide after tide in the late night, towards the words on those letters."

Lao Zhu sighed physically and mentally, recalled all over his eyes, and then remembered the years when he was young that he could not tell others.

"Then what?"

Old He, who was standing beside him, asked after hearing his words: "Did you meet you in the end?"

He was a little excited at once.

Poets who like poetry all have a romantic atmosphere in their hearts.

Things like those who were pen pals in the past and finally got together often become a good story.

Even if there is no good story.

What happens is something that people talk about.

"And then...and we met, in my first year of college."

Lao Zhu withdrew his thoughts and took a deep breath.

"Meet? What about it? Who is Muyao? Is she beautiful? Who is she? Could it be your current wife?"

Lao He asked.

Principal Sun and Gu Chunbo also looked at Lao Zhu at the same time, with some expectations in their eyes.

"When I stood in front of him, I unconsciously felt my insignificance and helplessness."

Lao Zhu looked painful, as if after many years, he still could not forget the emotions brought by that day.

The past that had been silent for many years seemed to suddenly burst out in his mind.

"Is she too beautiful?"

"Is she too outstanding?"

"I understand! She shouldn't have married a wife, so you think it's impossible?"

The three of them looked at Lao Zhu with their eyes wide open.

Lao Zhu shook his head.

"Muyao..."

"He is a man of 1.9 meters, like an iron tower."

"I have never seen a man that tall. The moment I met, I felt like I saw a mountain with a stalk in front of me."

"You said why some men are so bad? They are so men, so they have to give a name called Muyao. Isn't this harmful? Isn't it harmful?"

Lao Zhu looked sad.

Gu Chunbo coughed.

Lao He turned his head.

Principal Sun sniffed.

All three of them were holding back a little smile.

But when the eyes of several people looked at the poem on the table again, their expressions could not help but change again.

“Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I wish you a blessing.

May you have a bright future.

May your lover finally get married.

May you be blessed in the world.

I just want to face the sea and spring is warm and flowers bloom."

...

"Name all the mountains and rivers and blessing strangers. The next few words are a bit transcendent from the simplicity of the first two paragraphs, and become magnificent and grand!"

"The style of the whole poem is very unusual, based on the most basic sense of happiness, and instead want to give this sense of happiness back to everyone!"

"This beauty of artistic conception is nothing to be seen before. This poem is absolutely amazing! It's amazing!"

The three of them exclaimed repeatedly, and the excitement in their eyes could not be swayed.

"Lao Gu, where did you get this poem?" Lao He asked the first question.

"Yes, I saw you were still worried about not having a good poem before, why has one changed now?" Old Zhu, who was standing beside him, also looked puzzled.

Modern poetry.

If you write well, it is of course good.

If you write badly, it will immediately become vernacular.

It's mainly the taste.

And now many so-called poets are simply bullshit.

In comparison, this poem in front of you is enough to directly trample all modern poems under your feet!

"Hehe, you may not believe it when you say it. This poem was written by a student."

Gu Chunbo saw a few people looking at him, and his face immediately showed a look of pride.

Although it is not his guidance.

But no matter what, he discovered it.

"student?"

Principal Sun, who was standing beside him, felt excited and his face was immediately excited: "Teacher Gu, could it be written by students from our school?"

"This poem can definitely win the prize in the modern poetry competition! I think the first prize in this provincial modern poetry competition can be decided!"

"Which class wrote it? Tell me, I'll... no! I'll call him now and make sure to settle this matter!"

Principal Sun couldn't even help but clench his fists.

This competition is extremely important for Xiacheng No. 1 Middle School.

In fact, it is not only for Xiacheng No. 1 Middle School, but also for other middle schools in the province.

The most important thing is that this competition has been recognized by the Chinese Poetry Association, and the outstanding poems in the future can be compiled into books.
Chapter completed!