After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

Of course Yang Xiuxiu hasn't gone to bed yet at this time.

Anyone familiar with the profession of editor knows that although it seems to be a nine-to-five job with two days off, in reality, they are working overtime all the time.

When Lu Qingfeng knocked on the door, she was listening to music review.

The Children's Literature magazine where Yang Xiuxiu works is a monthly magazine, but there are two versions published every month.

Classic and Selected Editions.

Plus, the physical publications are still being published, so the workload is quite heavy.

The job of an editor seems simple, including reviewing, selecting and proofreading manuscripts, but the work is very complicated and requires a lot of time and energy.

How to communicate effectively with authors, reply to authors' rejected emails in a meaningful way, urge writers of long serials to submit their manuscripts, etc. are all the work of an editor.

Especially the urging for submissions.

Every writer, yes, you heard me right, every writer has the problem of procrastination.

The difference lies in the severity of the problem.

Some writers would drag their feet on their manuscripts, making her want to lock them up in a small dark room, whip them with a whip, and not let them out until they finished writing.

What has been giving her a headache lately is that the quality of the manuscripts she receives is getting worse and worse.

Younger age and childishness have become the norm.

It’s not that stories like this aren’t good, but not all articles should be like this.

Why does the word "literature" appear in "Children's Literature"?

This is because the magazine focuses more on the combination of literary quality and readability, subtly broadening the horizons and cultivating the sentiments of young readers.

This was also the original concept behind the creation of Children's Literature.

“This story is terrible.”

After replying to a submission in her mailbox, Yang Xiuxiu picked up her tea and took a sip, then she heard a knock on the door.

"coming."

She got up, put on her slippers, took a look through the peephole, and then opened the door with a smile.

"Just got back from school?"

"Yes, Sister Xiuxiu."

Lu Qingfeng politely called out and was let into the house.

"Do you have any questions about your studies that you would like to ask me?"

Yang Xiuxiu poured him a glass of water and asked when she saw the homework book in his hand.

Lu Qingfeng shyly touched his temples.

"No, Sister Xiuxiu, didn't you say yesterday that you were an editor at a magazine? I wrote two short stories and wanted to show them to you."

As he said that, he handed over the thin exercise book.

A hint of surprise appeared on Yang Xiuxiu's face, and then she calmly took the notebook.

"Really? Let me see."

But I didn't take it too seriously in my heart.

Everyone dreams of publishing their own writings, but how many people can realize it?

When it comes to high school students, it is even rarer.

Yang Xiuxiu didn't look down on Lu Qingfeng. The fact that when he revealed his identity as an editor to her when they first met, the first thing that came to her mind was an online novel editor, which explained everything.

Fairy tales do not have such high requirements in literary creation.

But most importantly, you need to understand this type of article.

If you don’t even understand this, how can you talk about creation?

It's like asking someone who has never read an online novel before to write the beginning of a novel.

Whether you can write it or not is one thing, but it is only useful if it can make people read it.

Yang Xiuxiu guessed that the boy in front of her was just in a spur of the moment, suddenly had an idea, and excitedly wrote it down and showed it to her.

A common mistake made by newbies.

But she wouldn't discourage him. After all, her intention was right. With patient guidance, she might actually be able to bring out a fairy tale writer.

With this mentality, she turned to the first page.

She was stunned by the densely packed and incoherent words on the paper.

Lu Qingfeng saw her confusion and said quickly.

"When I started writing, these were some of the thoughts and ideas that came to my mind. I was afraid I would forget them, so I wrote them down on paper."

"Sister Xiuxiu, please start from the back."

As he spoke, he leaned forward to turn the page.

Yang Xiuxiu was stunned for a moment, and her thoughts changed slightly.

This young man is serious about what he writes.

She saw Lu Qingfeng's eyes.

With anticipation, asking for advice, clear and pure, without a trace of impurities, full of youthful spirit.

She suddenly felt a little ashamed.

Since others have already submitted their work, they should adopt a professional attitude.

If you think from the beginning that it will definitely not work, how can you review it fairly and impartially?

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled before looking at the words on the paper.

"It was freezing cold, snowing, and getting dark. It was New Year's Eve, the last day of the year. On this cold, dark night, a well-behaved little girl walked barefoot down the street..."

The first story was a short story of about a thousand words, which Yang Xiuxiu finished reading quickly.

Then, she fell silent.

It wasn't bad, but it was unexpectedly good.

This is a very simple little story. On New Year's Eve, a little girl selling matches froze to death on the street.

Before she died, she lit five matches and saw the beautiful life she dreamed of in the firelight.

The writing is mature and the structure is exquisite, without any deliberate piling up of words.

This is very rare.

Many young writers make this mistake when they first start writing.

He likes to show off his writing skills and use many fancy words to demonstrate the superiority of his articles.

This is actually missing the forest for the trees.

A good writer can hide his or her thoughts between the lines and paint a picture with just a few words.

Let readers have endless aftertaste.

The short story "The Little Match Girl" does this very well.

When describing the little girl's poverty, no long paragraphs were used to describe her clothes and appearance.

Instead, the focus is on a pair of shoes.

Because she was too poor, she could only wear her mother's slippers, which were too big for the little girl.

It was so big that the boy who picked up the shoe said he wanted to keep it as a cradle for his future child.

To be honest, Yang Xiuxiu was amazed by this ingenious design.

It was so amazing that she could hardly imagine it was written by a high school student.

This short story not only describes a tragedy, but also has something of its own to express.

The indifference between people and the yearning for beautiful things all depend on the reader's own perspective on the article.

Even……

Yang Xiuxiu suddenly had an idea and remembered the family situation of the boy opposite.

Because of what happened yesterday, she was more concerned about Lu Qingfeng. When she came home from get off work today, she chatted with a few aunties downstairs.

Although I didn't understand the whole story, I knew a little about the boy's situation.

In a single-parent family, there is a father who is elusive and often not seen.

The economy is rather tight, which can be seen from every aspect of daily life.

He never changes his clothes or shoes all year round, compares prices at three different stores when buying vegetables, and chooses the cheapest. He also occasionally picks up vegetable leaves discarded by vegetable vendors.

If you understand it more deeply, the little match girl may be a reflection of the author herself in the article.

Yang Xiuxiu believed that this was definitely Lu Qingfeng's own work.

The article hates fate.

This is a poem by Du Fu, which means that people with literary talent always have a miserable fate.

Throughout history, classic literary works seem to be related to the author's own experiences.

Perhaps only by experiencing it can you write it down in an unforgettable way in an article.

In order to verify her thoughts, Yang Xiuxiu asked a question.

"Why write such a story?"

Lu Qingfeng's answer was very truthful.

“I just want to earn some money to eat.”