"What does the swallow not return to spring mean?" Wang Zixu said, "This is a fragmentary sentence. It doesn't make sense to put it here."

On the other end of the phone, it felt like Section Chief Liu was sweating as he said, "Wait a minute, let me take a look..."

Wang Zixu asked: "Chief Liu, who wrote what you are reading?"

"It was written by the leader." Section Chief Liu whispered, "He specifically told Director Mei the request. Many people from the literary and art circles who came to the meeting this time wanted to highlight the cultural heritage of Xihe. He wrote it himself and put it on the paper.

Shua Shua wrote four sentences, and I read them exactly as they were."

Wang Zixu asked: "Has the leader read a lot of poetry?"

Chen Bin said from the side: "What's the point? The leader is from the Chinese Department, and he speaks well. We all know it in the city. Do you know how he is evaluated by everyone in the system? 'Confucian official'."

Wang Zixu thought for a while and said: "These four paragraphs are spring scenery, summer scenery, autumn scenery, and winter scenery. The leader should have used four lines of poetry to describe spring, summer, autumn and winter, but he probably wrote it in a hurry, so he only wrote

Half of the sentence, the rest is for us to fill in ourselves."

After hearing this, Chen Bin immediately put his head in his hands. He was about to explode again. Just now he had one to fill in, and now he had another one to fill in.

Section Chief Liu paused for a moment and said: "Yes, you are right. Hurry up and check if you have a computer there. I will take a photo of the four lines of the poem and send it to you."

Chen Bin roared: "There are only three minutes left, brother! I have to check now! After this is done, I will have to drive to 100 yards before I can deliver the manuscript! Do you have a printer there? Why don't you print it out after you finish writing?

Bar!"

Section Chief Liu said: "It's not like you don't know that our on-site operation will be in Qingliang Villa. In the suburbs of this place, the nearest printer is 5 kilometers away."

Wang Zixu said: "Stop arguing!"

The two fell silent.

"It's late in spring when the swallows don't return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain. This is "Su Xi Pavilion" by Dai Shulun. Come on, the next sentence."

Chen Bin asked in a trembling voice: "Brother, are you sure?"

"OK, hurry up."

Section Chief Liu immediately said: "The next sentence is, the shade of green trees is dense in summer."

"The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the towers are reflected in the pond. It's like "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"." Wang Zixu said.

Chen Bin grabbed his hair with both hands and shouted "fuck" in his heart. He wanted to ask Wang Zixu how he remembered it so clearly and whether it was true or made up, but he was afraid of interrupting his train of thought.

Section Chief Liu continued: "Next sentence, red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn."

Wang Zixu was about to knock, when he suddenly frowned: "That's wrong."

Section Chief Liu asked: "What's wrong?"

The prince frowned and thought for a moment, then said with a smile: "That's right, that's right. Autumn is in chaos with red leaves and yellow flowers. White fish and purple crabs must be remembered. Su Shi's."

Chen Bin stared at him from the side: "Brother, don't scare me!"

Wang Zixu didn't scare him. The main thing was that the sentence "red leaves, yellow flowers and autumn" was different from the other two sentences.

The phrase "red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn" has been used more than once in the past. For example, the ones he can recall include "red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn are chaotic", "red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn are late" and "red leaves and yellow flowers are old in autumn".

However, except for Su Shi's song, the others are all lyrics and are not consistent in style with the previous ones.

If the leader is really a "Confucian official" who graduated from the Chinese Department, then he must be very particular about this aspect, and will not mix poetry and lyrics, confusing the style.

So he suddenly said, "That's right, that's right."

Chief Liu said: "The last sentence is, lie down and watch the winter plum blossoms."

Wang Zixu frowned again: "That's wrong."

Chen Bin shouted: "Why is it wrong again?!"

Just now, he felt like he was riding a roller coaster, and his heart couldn't bear it.

Wang Zixu said: "There is no such poem."

"What's wrong with this poem?"

"There is no such line in history."

Section Chief Liu asked: "Are you sure it's 'no'?"

Wang Zixu said: "OK."

Section Chief Liu said: "Check."

Chen Bin sat down out of breath and searched on a computer nearby. After a while, he said: "There is indeed none."

Some people lie down and look at the West Lake, some lie down and listen to the wind and rain, and some look at the mountains, water, and clouds, but there is no "lying down to look at the plum blossoms."

The three of them fell into silence at the same time.

In the end, it was Chen Bin who regained his senses first: "It's too late, or just leave it like this."

Section Chief Liu said: "The first three paragraphs have hats, but the last one has no hats. If we read it, wouldn't we be making a fool of ourselves in the literary and art world? Others thought we couldn't even find four lines of poetry!"

Chen Bin said: "Then just delete the first three."

Section Chief Liu hesitated.

After a while, he said: "No, you have to wear a hat. The leader has clearly asked me to quote poems. The hats are all taken off. It will not read smoothly and it will be too obvious to listen to. When the time comes, the leader will not

Happy, can you take responsibility?"

Chen Bin gritted his teeth and said, "It would be great if Ning Cainnu was still here. She must know how to do it. Just ask her to help."

Section Chief Liu said: "Ning Cainnv is here? Do you have her phone number?"

"It's too late." Chen Bin raised his watch and glanced at it, "There's still one minute."

"Let us write this sentence ourselves," Wang Zixu said.

Chen Bin turned to look at him: "What?"

"Spring, summer, autumn and winter, these four lines of poetry, each line has the fifth character with a season, very neat. I guess the leader couldn't think of a poem about winter scenery with this structure, so he composed one himself, but because he was too busy,

Only half of it was written.”

Chen Bin said: "What should we do?"

Wang Zixu said: "We can only write it ourselves."

Chen Bin said: "Now is the time to joke?"

Wang Zixu said: "I'm not kidding. I've already written it."

After that, he typed on the keyboard:

Lying down to see the plum blossoms in the winter, the moon is white, and I feel like the village is covered with snow at dusk.

"Lying and watching the plum blossoms in winter, the moon is white, and I wonder if the snow in front of me is full of dusk?" Chen Bin read this poem out, "Whose poem is this?"

"My poem." Wang Zixu said, "I just thought of it."

Chen Bin stayed for a while, then said: "That's it. Print!"

Wang Zixu printed two copies, Chen Bin quickly stapled them, and then rushed out the door like a 100-meter race.

When he rushed to the door, he stopped, looked back at Wang Zixu, and said:

"Thank you brother, thank you today."

After that, he went out without looking back.

Wang Zixu glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that the time was just right.

On the phone, Section Chief Liu made a tired voice: "Thank you for your hard work."

Wang Zixu said: "It's okay."

Section Chief Liu said: "Actually, if you write a poem yourself and put it up, the risk is quite high. If the people below hear it, it is still a bit dangerous."

Wang Zixu said: "I am just a business editor, and I don't want to be promoted. What are you afraid of? Can you fire me?"

Section Chief Liu smiled and said, you can't say that.

Wang Zixu asked: "Can I light a cigarette?"

Section Chief Liu said: "Okay. The ashtray is on Director Mei's desk."

Wang Zixu lit a Big Harvest. On the other end of the phone, a lighter sounded, and he also lit a cigarette.

The two puffed away for a while and enjoyed a quiet moment.

Section Chief Liu asked: "Did you really write that poem yourself?"

Wang Zixu said: "Break it off casually."

Section Chief Liu said: "Actually, the writing is quite good. It sounds like it is what it is."

Wang Zixu lay down on the chair: "There is not enough time."

Section Chief Liu said: "A poem can be written in seven steps, so that's what you are talking about."

Wang Zixu said: "You are so proud of me. I can't compare with Cao Zhi."

Section Chief Liu said: "Director Mei and I have to stay here and keep an eye on the leader's speech. He has finished his speech and there are no more problems. We will come back. If you sit down in the office for a while, it should not be so chaotic again.
To be continued...