I, strive for the prosperity of the motherland! 【system】

Su Xing looked at this little poem full of childlike fun and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. This little girl Zhao Xinxin really loves writing, and her writing is very vivid and interesting.

She couldn't help but ask, "Is this your poetry book?"

When Zhao Xinxin heard Su Xing's question, she turned to look at her and nodded a little embarrassedly, "Yes."

"Your little poem is really well written, very vivid."

Zhao Xinxin blushed and said, "Thank you..."

Zhang Caifeng and Cheng Xiuning heard their conversation and looked over curiously.

"What did you write again?"

"I'll take a look too."

The two of them came over and carefully read Zhao Xinxin's song "Ant's Lunch", and were amazed.

"Wow, that's great!"

"Xinxin, you are very good at observing life and using words."

Zhao Xinxin blushed when she was praised by several sisters again, but besides shyness, her expression also showed a little pride.

Su Xing asked her again: "Can we take a look at the other poems in your book?"

Zhao Xinxin's face flushed, her eyes sparkled, "Sure~"

Su Xing took the notebook and started reading it carefully.

Zhang Caifeng and Cheng Xiuning also followed Su Xing's movements of turning the pages and looked at Zhao Xinxin's works in the book.

This notebook should have been used by Zhao Xinxin not long ago. Only a small half of it has text, and most of the pages are blank.

However, just this small half of the book of poems made Su Xing and the other three girls amazed.

Su Xing really likes two of the poems which are very visual and interesting.

Watching the Sheep

Grandpa whipped the sheep to drive them.

White balls are walking on the slope.

I pulled the grass leaves and chased them to feed them,

The lamb licked my palm and it itched.

There was a disobedient sheep.

I ate the big pumpkin next door.

I ran over and pulled its horns,

It bleated and pulled me!

Looking at this short poem, Su Xing, Zhang Caifeng and Cheng Xiuning all laughed out loud.

There is another song, dated in August, which should have been written by the little girl when she was still on summer vacation.

Catching Grasshoppers

The grass on the ridges is green and velvety.

The grasshopper jumps like a little bow.

I raised my straw hat and came closer quietly.

But it flew into the millet bush.

I squatted by the ridge without any hurry,

Staring at the petals and leaves waiting for it to settle.

Suddenly, I caught its thin hind legs,

It kicked my hand, so naughty!

These two short poems make people smile knowingly, and one can almost imagine the scene of the little girl herding sheep and catching grasshoppers in the fields with her grandfather.

But there is another poem that makes people's eyes hot and nose sore when reading it.

Old Porcelain Bowl

There is an old porcelain bowl in the corner of the cupboard.

It’s the bowl that my mother used to serve porridge.

There's a small chip on the edge.

I touched it again and again and couldn't bear to change it.

The old jujube tree my father planted has bent branches.

The dates are as red as before.

I picked some and put them in a bowl.

No one asked with a smile, "Is it sweet?"

At night the wind knocks on the door,

When I woke up, I looked into the kitchen.

The small bench where my mother used to sit is now empty.

The stove fire never lit up again that half night.

This short poem was obviously written out of longing for parents.

When Su Xing and the other three girls thought of Zhao Xinxin's life experience, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

The three of them calmed down and praised Zhao Xinxin again, making the little girl's face as red as an apple.

She scratched her head and said modestly, "My writing is just average..."

Cheng Xiuning said, "This is nothing ordinary at all. When I was your age, I couldn't write such a talented and interesting poem!"

Zhang Caifeng asked curiously, "Did you come up with this on your own, or did someone teach you?"

Zhao Xinxin replied, "Well... when I was in second grade, a teacher from the city taught us for over a year. Her last name was Jiang. There were a lot of books in Teacher Jiang's dormitory, and I borrowed them all. There were a few poetry collections that I really liked. Teacher Jiang even explained some of the poems to us. For the poems that weren't explained, I read them a few times and roughly understood their meaning. I thought they were beautiful, so I tried to write them. Later, Teacher Jiang noticed and helped me revise my poems."

"I see……"

Cheng Xiuning asked, "Isn't Teacher Jiang teaching you anymore?"

"Alas..." Zhao Xinxin sighed like a little adult and said, "Teacher Jiang came to our school to teach. She left last year."

"That's it..."

Su Xing asked her, "Do you have any other poems besides the ones in this book?"

Zhao Xinxin nodded, "Yes, I have a completed notebook at home."

Su Xing asked her again, "The poems you write are very interesting and of high quality. Have you ever thought about submitting them for publication?"

Zhao Xinxin sighed again, "Teacher Jiang has told me before that she wants me to submit my work for publication. She found me a publishing address, and I tried to mail a few poems there, but I haven't heard anything yet."

She also wanted to publish. She had heard from Teacher Jiang before that publishing would pay royalties. If she could earn royalties, it would also help to ease the burden on her grandparents...

The three girls were not surprised to hear this. It was common for manuscripts to be rejected. No matter how well written they were, there was a possibility of rejection.

Su Xing thought about the publishing houses he had cooperative relationships with. One published pictorial magazines, and the other mainly published comics. Neither of them seemed suitable.

She thought for a moment and asked Zhao Xinxin, "Can I take a few photos of your manuscript and post them online? I'll include your name."

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