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Li Qing came out of the airport while making a phone call, speaking very fast.
"Mr. Li, I'm off work now, and we've already done the typesetting, cover, and ISBN of the poetry anthology "Modern Poetry Classics". Now the task has been given to the printing house."
"Unsurprisingly, work will start tonight. It would be inappropriate to add poems at this time."
Editor Zheng spoke patiently.
This Li Qing still has some status in the Writers Association.
Sometimes, though, it's annoying.
Let’s just say this collection of psalms.
Isn't the original intention to publish the poems written by some poets and writers in the Writers Association?
It doesn't really matter whether the psalms are good or not.
The important thing is to get the Psalms into a book.
[-]% of the book.
That's all about saving face.
Everyone is concerned about the past, and no one will care too much about the sales volume and the content of the poems.
Only this Li Qing.
Over and over again, I have singled out various faults in this collection of poems.
Repeatedly stop the collection of poems.
He was strict and serious, and he brushed away many poems that seemed to him to be nonsensical.
This includes a poem written by Chief Editor Zheng himself.
Get to the end.
A collection of poems that was originally very simple, it was dragged on and on.
Tonight, editor-in-chief Zheng managed to finish everything. While Li Qing was going to Xiacheng to participate in the selection of modern poetry as a judge, he cut it first and played it later.
Just waiting for the book to come out.
As soon as the book comes out.
Even if you, Li Qing, want to criticize you, there is nothing you can do, right?
Editor Zheng doesn't want to do anything now, he just wants to wash his feet quietly.
"Could I trouble you, the printing house may still be preparing at this time, and it shouldn't have started printing yet?"
There was excitement and urgency in Li Qing's voice: "I found two excellent poems from Xiacheng, excellent poems!"
"I have read countless poems over the years, but I have never seen such a touching poem!"
"If there are no these two poems in the collection of "Modern Poetry Classics" this time, it will not be worthy of the word "classic", and it will not be worthy of the title of this collection of poems!"
Li Qing threw the floor loudly, his words sonorous.
"Old Li, how about next time?"
Editor-in-Chief Zheng still insisted on speaking: "I'm ready to go to bed after taking a shower now, the manuscript has really been sent to the publishing house, and most importantly, the typesetting of each book has been done, you need to temporarily add two There is too little time for a poem, and there is no place in the book."
He's still going to say it.
"There are two of my poems in that book, you take down my poems and put in the two new poems I gave you!"
Li Qing spoke again.
He was waiting in line for a taxi outside the airport.
And these words made Editor-in-Chief Zheng stunned.
Published in poetry collections, some are not only famous, but also rich.
Every time this kind of poetry collection is a group of people scrambling to get it.
And Li Qing actually wanted to let him out?
Are you sick?
And listening to Li Qing's urgent tone, no matter what, it gave people a feeling of impatience.
As for?
"Old Li..."
Editor Zheng's tone was brewing.
"Don't talk nonsense, I will give you two choices now, or I will go to Yunlan Foot Bath to find you now, and let you call the printing factory."
"Either I call 110 now, you go in first and take it easy, and I will find the printing factory by myself."
"Choose one, choose."
Li Qing spoke very calmly.
He had already taken a taxi, sat in the car, and gave an address.
Editor-in-Chief Zheng on the other end of the phone was stunned: "Why call 110? At most, I just want to wash my feet!"
"Then I don't care, you choose yourself."
Li Qing didn't talk nonsense: "I think these two poems are very good."
"Their existence can even subvert the entire pattern of modern poetry!"
"I didn't really understand until I saw such poems, how rubbish, how superficial, and how disappointing those so-called modern poems were before!"
The more Li Qing spoke, the more excited he became, and he slapped his thigh excitedly.
"It's too much, Mr. Li!"
Editor Zheng smiled wryly, and he shook his head at the woman who was pinching her feet, but the woman stopped and stood aside.
Editor Zheng just got up and sighed: "I just want to relax on the premise of ensuring that I won't get 404. It's too much for you to do this to me."
"But Mr. Li, modern poetry, poetry, is actually very subjective."
"You can't say it's good, it's good, if you say it's bad, it's not good, right?"
"also possible……"
Editor Zheng still wants to speak.
But the phone was hung up directly.
"This guy……"
Editor-in-Chief Zheng muttered, slightly dissatisfied, and frowned: "It's really relying on the old to sell the old."
"How can there be any modern poetry that can subvert the pattern."
"When I'm a three-year-old kid? What nonsense are you talking about..."
He just finished speaking.
Ding.
Ding.
Two consecutive text messages were sent from Li Qing's number.
"This is……"
"This……"
"!!!"
Editor Zheng's eyes widened.
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"Facing the Ocean, Spring and Blossom"!
"That Life"!
When I saw the content of the two poems sent by Li Qing.
Editor-in-chief Zheng didn't take it seriously at first glance, and just wanted to be perfunctory.
But I didn't expect that after reading the first poem.
He was so startled that he almost jumped up!
"What kind of fairy poem is this?"
"The first poem is about an ideal life? Not for fame and wealth, but for freedom and freedom. Every line is filled with the taste of happiness!"
Editor-in-Chief Zheng froze, his hands shaking the phone.
The female technician standing aside looked at him, and was also taken aback by Editor Zheng's appearance at the moment.
He is a regular customer here.
He has always maintained a very calm literati posture.
Even when pressing his feet to the high point of emotion, he can maintain a calm.
It's quite a beast in clothes.
but……
At this moment, Editor-in-Chief Zheng's eyes were wide open, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and the expressions of extreme excitement flashed one after another on his face.
like that.
Even more ecstatic than when he persisted for 3 minutes!
This scene.
The female technician next to her couldn't help being confused,
What kind of thing can make him have such a big reaction.
"The second song... the second song is about love!"
Editor Zheng didn't look at the female technician over there, but couldn't wait to look at the second song.
again and again.
His eyes were firmly locked on the screen, and his eyes kept shuttling through the text on the phone screen.
every word.
Every punctuation mark.
He didn't let go.
"This……"
"This kind of love that transcends the mundane world, but is bound by the mundane world!"
"It turns out that the poems about love can still be written like this?"
"Just the words in these poems make me seem to be able to see all living beings who are like ants in front of a huge statue full of Buddha nature, worshiping devoutly."
"Obviously there is a girl I love, but it's just because of my identity, so I'm doomed, I can't think of love, I can't be together."
"I'd rather give up the chance to ascend, and hope to keep her safe and happy, but in the end, he has no way of knowing whether that girl really likes him."
"This kind of love..."
Editor-in-Chief Zheng felt that his throat was congested, and his heart was also congested.
I have been watching for a long time.
Even he himself felt that he had become the monk who was trapped by worldly rules.
He stared blankly at the poems on the phone.
It felt like my whole mind was in a daze for a long time.
until the phone rang again.
"Did you see the poem I sent you?"