Chapter 1143 (1/2)

After the meeting, Xiao Yunhai went home for dinner, walked around outside, and went back to his study, turned on his computer, and was ready to write an article.

Just entered the webpage, a message appeared in front of Xiao Yunhai. It is mainly said that he and Zhang xuanlin bet that from today on, he will write a poem, prose and novel every day. After being recognized, Zhang xuanlin will personally recognize the status of martial arts novels in the literary world.

Xiao Yunhai secretly scolded: ”shit, who said that? I'm afraid the world will not be in disorder. Anyway, I've learned a lot of famous articles. Just copy them down. ”

After searching for a circle in his mind, Xiao Yunhai immediately selected a prose poem Haiyan written by Mr. Gorky.

In the vast sea, the wind gathered clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, petrels fly haughtily like black lightning. For a moment the wings hit the waves, and then the arrow went straight to the clouds

Xiao Yunhai posted the whole poem on his home page and wrote at the beginning: ”a prose poem Haiyan is given to all brave, strong and fearless people. I hope we can break through the boundless darkness and usher in our own light like petrels.”

As soon as this prose poem appeared, it was reprinted millions of times in just one hour. It quickly appeared on the famous forums and was recognized by countless people.

”Damn it, the swallow written by Emperor Yun is so wonderful. I'm greatly encouraged.”

”After reading this” petrel ”, I really feel as if there is a petrel fighting with heaven and earth. It's so exciting.”

”I think with the quality of this prose poem, it can be put into the primary school textbooks, so that the children can learn it well.”

”I agree with you upstairs. We sophisticated adults can all be baptized in this spirit, and it will be more effective for children. ”

”The cloud emperor is so talented. Such articles can be written out. It's amazing. ”

All netizens who see Haiyan are fascinated by the spirit and belief of Haiyan in the poem.

In a district of Yanjing, Zhang xuanlin, with a pair of reading glasses, is writing something under the desk lamp in his study.

Young people like to use computers to write. They think it's time-saving and effortless. But Zhang xuanlin doesn't like it very much, even to the level of disgust.

It's not that he doesn't know how to use a computer, but he writes on it. He feels very uncomfortable and has no inspiration.

In the process of thinking, he was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Zhang xuanlin frowned and his face was very unhappy.

The article was written in its own right, but it was made by chance.

Being disturbed at this critical moment of inspiration, Zhang xuanlin was able to hold back his temper, which was already very self-restraint.

Opening the door, Zhang xuanlin saw his six-year-old grandson. He couldn't help smiling and said, ”Xiaoling, is there anything I can do to find my grandfather?”

Xiao Ling said, ”I'm here to deliver a message. My grandfather and mother let you have a look at a prose poem written by Mr. Xiao on the Internet. We are all talking about it

Zhang xuanlin was stunned. He didn't expect Xiao Yunhai to write an article so soon.

”Thank you, Xiaoling. My grandfather will see it right away.” Zhang xuanlin fondly touched his grandson's head.

Xiao Ling pouted out his small mouth and said discontentedly, ”I have told you many times that I am an adult. Please don't touch my head again. Well, grandfather, you are so bad that I won't play with you. ”