"Xiaolan, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

Fang Xiaochan quickly pulled a tissue and handed it to the roommate named Xiaolan.

Xiaolan is petite, from the west, her hometown is in the countryside, and is very far away from Kyoto.

The roommates all know that her family is not in good condition and take good care of her on weekdays.

Xiaolan's father died early and she was raised by her mother since childhood. The mother and daughter depended on each other and had a good relationship.

Fang Xiaochan once met Xiaolan's mother, who looked much older than her peers, and obviously suffered a lot to raise Xiaolan.

The roommates were all very nice to Xiaolan. When they saw her crying for no reason, everyone was shocked.

Fang Xiaochan asked, "Xiaolan, is there something wrong with the family?"

"No, no." Xiaolan felt a little embarrassed, took the tissue and wiped her tears, then pointed to the computer screen and said:

"I just saw this poem and suddenly... missed my mother."

"poetry?"

The roommates all found it a bit strange. Although Xiaolan was born in poverty, she was strong and had never cried before. Today, she was actually made cry by a poem?

Several people came to the computer and looked at the poem Xiaolan pointed at:

"The wandering son sings, the lovely mother's hand thread, the wandering son's body clothes..."

Fang Xiaochan read it once, was stunned and suddenly stopped talking.

The same goes for others. After reading this poem, he lowered his head and chewed it carefully, and fell into silence.

Some people who came to Kyoto to study from other places quietly wiped their eyes, and it seemed that they also remembered their mother who was far away from home.

Fang Xiaochan is a local, her home is in Kyoto and she can go home every weekend, but she doesn’t have that deep feeling.

But she is quite knowledgeable about ancient poetry and feels that the language of this poem "The Song of a Wandering Son" is plain, but it can directly touch people's hearts and describe the simple and touching nature of the mother's love and family affection.?

This is a heavy sword without a sharp edge, and the way is simple!

Fang Xiaochan's own entry is also a five-character quatrain, but compared to this song "The Song of a Wanderer", Fang Xiaochan feels that she has been crushed in all aspects.

Compared with others, the love and love things I wrote are not even considered poems!

"Who wrote this?"

Fang Xiaochan thinks that the person who writes poetry should at least be a big shot in the poetry world, and that kind of person who has a certain life experience and has experienced many vicissitudes can write maternal love so movingly in such simple and plain language.

However, when Fang Xiaochan saw the author's name, she was stunned.

"Snow Boat?"

How could it be a snow boat?

When she knew that she and Xuezhou were the only two players in the top 100 in the Amateur Station, she paid attention to this person.

I also saw the poem written by Xuezhou to the fishman singer.

What is the lightest snow dance in the waist, what is the best of the country, it is indeed elegant in literary talent, but if it can reach the top 100 in the country, it may not be possible.

But what happened to this song "The Song of a Wanderer"?

It is completely different from the previous song!

And the level has also been improved several times.

This is unreasonable!

Fang Xiaochan couldn't figure it out.

"This poem is very well written!"

"If it weren't for Xiaochan, I would have wanted to vote for him!"

"Hey, I think I've heard of this snow boat somewhere?"

Several roommates began to talk about it. This poem shocked them a lot, especially Xiaolan and another student from another place, who were far away from their parents and came to Kyoto to study. After a long time, how could they not miss their homes? They did not miss their kind and nagging mother?

This song "The Song of a Wandering Son" really hits their tears.

The two of them discussed while wiping their tears. If they hadn't kept the vote for Fang Xiaochan, they would have voted for Xuezhou long ago.

However, Fang Xiaochan had already sat in front of her computer, swiped the mouse, and clicked to vote directly under "The Song of the Wanderer".

"Xiao Chan?"

Several roommates looked at her in surprise when they saw Fang Xiaochan go to vote for her opponent.

"He is much better than me in writing poetry, so he should give it to him."

The roommates looked at each other and Xiaolan said weakly: "Xiaochan, let's give you our ticket."

Fang Xiaochan smiled and said, "It's okay, Xiaolan, even if she can't enter the top 100, I think it's worth seeing such a good poem."

Moreover, Xuezhou is amateur like me, so maybe there is still a chance to communicate with him in the future. Oh no, please ask me about my experience in writing poetry.

I can be considered as the moon is the first to get close to the water, hehe!

Thinking of this, Fang Xiaochan became happy again.

"Wow, I remembered it!!"

A girl suddenly clapped her hands and shouted loudly.

The others were startled and stared at her blankly.

"This snow boat is that!"

She looked excited and Xiaolan asked suspiciously: "Amin, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, Xiaolan, have you forgotten? Haven't you liked listening to Su Qingmei's "It's a pity that's not you" recently? This song was written by Xuezhou!"

Amin's eyes were excited and stars appeared: "My God, this Xuezhou Song is well written, and she is so powerful in writing poetry. She is a talented man!"

"Ah? Is it him?"

Xiaolan was stunned, her eyes became a little confused.

"Hey, what are you doing? You can appreciate your talents, but it's not good to be moved!"

Fang Xiaochan quickly persuaded them, "I have watched Xuezhou's video, but he has never even shown his face. I guess he is an uncle. Most of them are married, so don't think about it."

"No way? What a pity."

Amin felt regretful, and Xiaolan didn't say anything anymore.

Seeing that his roommate finally stopped his horse, Fang Xiaochan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly checked the rankings.

"Wow?!"

I couldn't help but exclaim and covered my mouth.

"What's wrong?"

Xiaolan and others came over and were also stunned.

I saw that in the ranking interface of online voting for the poetry competition, "The Song of the Wandering Son" ranked first.

The votes actually reached an astonishing 100,000 votes.

The second-placed work only has 60,000 votes, which is twice as bad as it is!

Online voting has only been three hours since it was launched, is the suspense over?

"How could it be so high?"

Although I liked this song "The Song of a Wanderer", Fang Xiaochan still felt that the votes were a bit outrageous.

You know, the second place is the work of the famous poet Guo Muzhi, who is the most popular champion!

Unexpectedly, I was crushed by an unknown guy!

This is really incredible.

Fang Xiaochan looked at the comment section of the official blog of the Poetry Competition again, and then she understood what was going on.

"The wanderer who works away from home cried!"

"The students studying in a foreign land cried!"

"The social animals on the subway were also crying!"

"I will buy a ticket to go home tomorrow. I want to go back and see my mom!"

"I want to read this poem to my mother, and I want to tell her that I love her!"

It seems that this song "The Song of the Wandering Son" resonated with countless people and made netizens vote for it, so Xuezhou's votes were so outrageous.

Fang Xiaochan raised her head, and a faint light flashed in her eyes:

"I want to worship Xuezhou as my teacher, and I want to learn how to write a good poem like "The Song of a Wanderer"!"

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Chapter completed!