What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

In fact, seeing this, the leaders have already recognized Xiao Han's talent.

At this time, they were more interested in the two lines of poetry that appeared in the lyrics.

'Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, and spend your whole life in the misty rain. '

This was clearly a fragment of a poem, but no matter how they searched through their memories, they couldn't find the source.

The leaders here are well-informed, not to mention well-read.

If no one can find it, then there is someone to tell.

They suspected that this was Xiao Han's original work.

However, looking at the artistic conception of the poem, they were a little doubtful.

It's too old and too mature, and it doesn't look like it was written by a high-spirited young man.

"How about it, tell us?"

Director Zhao clapped the music score in his hand, the exploration in his eyes almost overflowing.

Seeing the atmosphere rising, Xiao Han finally stepped forward.

This is the moment I've been waiting for.

My appetite was finally whetted.

"This is indeed from a poem, a poem I did when I had nothing to do. Leaders, please take a look~"

With that said, Xiao Han stepped forward and handed the printed "Ding Feng Bo" to Director Zhao and others.

He took a few steps back and stood with his hands tied.

Looking at the paper in his hand, Director Zhao raised his head and glanced at Xiao Han, with an inexplicable meaning flashing in his eyes.

Interesting, this guy is interesting~

Thinking about it, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

Take it in front of your eyes.

At this time, Minister Geng, who was standing beside Xiao Han, could no longer hold himself back.

He stepped forward and touched Xiao Han's arm gently, looking at him sideways.

As if to say, boy, hurry up, there’s still mine!

A smile flashed in Xiao Han's eyes, and he handed the remaining one to Minister Geng.

If you don't give it, it looks like you're going to be in a hurry.

"This is for you, I won't forget you."

After taking the manuscript, Minister Geng finally showed a smile on his face.

You kid, you know, glanced at Xiao Han again, and he looked down eagerly.

'Define the storm

Don't listen to the sound of Lin knocking leaves, why not scream and walk slowly.Who's afraid of bamboo stick shoes lighter than horses?Ren Pingsheng was born in a misty rain.

The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine. '

"Good, good words!"

While Xiao Han was waiting quietly, a leader on the opposite side couldn't hold it any longer.

Whenever you are excited, cheer loudly.

When he wakes up to the current situation, he smiles to the left and right.

He lowered his head and read carefully.

The more you look carefully, the more you realize.

In front, Director Zhao's head shook slightly and his lips moved slightly.

It seems as if I have been immersed in the artistic conception of this poem.

It's better not to listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. A good bamboo stick can beat a horse with ease, so who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.

His character is stubborn enough, and his state of mind is open-minded enough.

There is no need to be afraid of difficulties and obstacles, just stride forward.

From these few words, Director Zhao seemed to have seen the first half of his life.

He came from a poor background, but he has worked harder than others to get where he is today.

There were times of hardship, oppression, isolation and despair, and I thought about giving up at that time.

However, he has always refused to admit defeat.

Why?

Why can't he.

He wanted to show those who looked down upon him that he could do it, that he could do it, and that he could do better.

Step by step ups and downs, step by step perseverance, and finally we have reached today.

Thinking about it, his eyes turned red.

It's not easy, it's really not easy.

Now, he is faced with the tough battle of promoting traditional culture.

Thinking of his statement at the college council meeting, his heart felt heavy.

This bone is not easy to chew!

Fortunately, there are still young people like Xiao Han who bring surprises to him time and time again.

This song and these words were completely written in his heart.

Who's afraid of bamboo sticks and mango shoes lighter than horses?Ren Pingsheng amidst the rain.

This time, let him let go and do something big again.

Right and wrong will be decided by future generations.

Thinking of the excitement, Director Zhao raised his head and looked at Xiao Han, unable to stop the approval in his eyes.

Xiao Han is the sharp sword in his hand, let them cut through the thorns and obstacles together and let the traditional culture shine again.

"Xiao Xiao, did you write this poem?"

Director Zhao looked at Xiao Han with inquiry in his eyes.

He still wanted to confirm again, but he still couldn't figure out how a young man like Xiao Han could have such a state of mind.

People who have not had great experience will never have such an understanding.

Xiao Han, who had been paying attention to Director Zhao, immediately perked up when he heard his question.

"Yes, leader, this poem is indeed written by me."

As if seeing the doubts in Director Zhao's heart, Xiao Han continued to add.

At this time, several leaders nearby also raised their heads while the two were communicating.

To be honest, they were also curious and waited quietly for Xiao Han's answer.

"I believe you have seen the artistic conception in this poem, and you are also wondering how a young man like me could write such a poem. In fact, this is not based on my personal experience, but on what I felt when I was reading history. A poem based on the rough experiences of those sages and wise men."

"This is a humble work, please leaders please don't laugh at it."

Saying that, Xiao Han smiled sheepishly.

After listening to Xiao Han's words, Director Zhao and the others looked at each other, with a hint of complexity flashing in their eyes.

Listen to what this is saying.

If this can be called a humble work, then the things they usually write when they have nothing to do can only be called limericks.

It hurts my self-esteem.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the venue was a little cold, Minister Geng quickly stepped forward.

"Leaders, please don't be led astray by Xiao Han. He is a formal member of the Writers' Association and is the representative of the younger generation that Mr. Tang is most optimistic about. He has many masterpieces in his hands."

Minister Geng directly shook off Xiao Han's details.

Don't mess up the good impression you've finally built up.

Is this guy still a member of the Writers' Association?

No wonder!

This makes it clear that he is really a talented person.

After hearing Minister Geng's introduction, Xiao Han just smiled beside him.

But his support was remembered in my heart.

"You kid, I'm glad I didn't believe your nonsense."

With that said, Director Zhao pointed at Xiao Han and took the lead in laughing.

This can be regarded as an unexpected blessing. The more Xiao Han knows, the better it will be for subsequent publicity.

The wider the scope that can be covered.

"Director Zhao, I feel that this song can be used as a promotional song for the ancient capital of Huangting. Both the style and connotation are very consistent."

Just when everyone was laughing, a leader from behind suddenly spoke.

The ancient capital of Huangting?

It's quite appropriate.

Director Zhao was thoughtful and looked out the window. In the distance, a piece of eaves was looming under the sunlight.

After hundreds of years of historical vicissitudes, it still stands tall.

This was originally a key unit for subsequent publicity.

Isn't it just suitable?

Xiao Han is really a lucky guy.

He brought such a great gift when he just took office as the publicity ambassador.

OK, great.

Listening to Director Zhao's exchange, Xiao Han's eyes flashed.

Is this destiny? The song eventually gets back on its track.

It can be regarded as finding its home.

With the leaders in front of us making the decision, it is basically a done deal.