Wen Xiaoqin took several other poetry collections and went to find other poets to sign them one by one.

Su Tian signed the book: "May your beauty and wisdom coexist, and your life will get better and better in the future!"

Bishima's serious face also showed a little warmth.

"Humbleness is the passport of the humble, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble. I hope you can find your own shining point in this muddy life!"

Gu Cheng was a little confused. He was detained in the police station for a night and had poor sleep, so his energy was very low.

Today's signature did not lift his spirits at all.

Wen Xiaoqin asked him to sign with a smile on her face, but he had no choice but to pretend to smile.

"The night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I use them to look for light. I wish you a life without worries and a smile."

Cao Haitao's eyes shone when he saw Wen Xiaoqin.

He said with a smile: "Little sister, can you leave a mailing address for your brother Cao so that we can communicate and discuss some literary matters when we have time in the future. Your cousin and I are good friends."

A pair of malicious eyes only wandered over her body.

Wen Xiaoqin is also a mature person now, and she understands the flirtatious nature in his heart.

She smiled and said: "Brother Cao, please write me your mailing address. I will write to you when I have time in the future."

Cao Haitao was so happy that he wrote his mailing address on the book of poems.

Wen Xiaoqin put the book away.

Daodao said to the negotiators waiting in line for autographs: "If you want to write letters and make friends with the great ancient poet, you can come to me and ask for the address. The great ancient poet's status in today's poetry world is unparalleled."

Someone asked her to copy her address on the spot.

After she turned around to say hello to Da Zhang, she accompanied her grandparents to the museum for a tour.

Pan Dazhang didn't stop reading almost all morning, and saw many readers standing in front of the table asking for autographs.

During this period, reporters from the TV station came to interview and film.

Sign autographs to readers and answer questions from reporters.

I was busy until around 12 noon.

Lin An excitedly told him: "Among the poetry collections of the seven poets, your collection has the most signed copies. More than two thousand copies were sold in one morning, while other poets' collections only had about a thousand copies. It seems that your work is the most popular.

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The Poetry Journal Club found a high-end hotel near the Workers' Cultural Center for lunch to entertain several famous poets who came for the meeting.

At noon, Pan Dazhang received a call on his BB phone. He found the phone and called it.

Just arrived is Zhou Lei, chairman of the Gangzhou Writers Association.

"Xiao Pan, congratulations! The Writers Association has approved you as a member of the association. They will send you the Writers Association certificate and documents in a few days."

"Chairman Zhou, I happen to be holding a symposium at the Youth Poetry Club invited by Famous Poetry Magazine. Or should I go directly to the Writers Association to get my certificate and files?"

"That's great. How about this? I'll give you the phone number of the Writers Association office, and you can contact them first to see if they have sent the certificate?"

Zhou Lei told him the number.

At the same time, he was also a little unhappy inside.

You guys are still from Gangzhou. You came to the capital to hold a PEN meeting and didn’t say anything to the Gangzhou Federation of Literary and Art Circles. You don’t look down on us old guys, right?

Pan Dazhang also seemed to feel a little bit of unhappiness from his words, and hurriedly explained to him: "Chairman Zhou, I originally wanted to report to the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles after I go back, because there were a lot of things when I came and I was in a hurry, so I didn't

I went to say hello to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, I’m sorry!”

Zhou Lei's temper suddenly changed from gloomy to bright.

"You're welcome, Xiao Pan. You are a famous poet in the country. You don't need to report to us when you go out to participate in exchanges and writing activities. Just because you participated in the event, for our Gangzhou Federation of Literary and Art Circles, it is also something worth publicizing.

The good thing can be regarded as the achievements of the Gangzhou Federation of Literary and Art Circles. We are taking advantage of you."

I chatted with him politely for a few minutes.

I called Liu Mengqiu from Governor Yu again.

It was Lin Zhengyan who answered the phone.

"It's Lao Lin. Hey, doesn't this number belong to Liu Bu's office?" he asked strangely.

Lin Zhengyan said: "Liu Mengqiu made a mistake and was dismissed. Now the organization has asked me to temporarily work for the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. I hope to get the support of you, a great writer and poet, in the future."

Pan Dazhang was surprised.

In the small town of Yudu County, the competition for a cadre position is so cruel.

However, to be honest, in terms of paper talent and ability, Lin Zhengyan is the most suitable candidate for that position.

Even on the phone, Lin Zhengyan refused to say what mistake Liu Mengqiu made and was punished.

You will naturally know this after you return.

In a small county town, there are no secrets that can be hidden.

He then called the Writers Association phone number provided by Zhou Lei.

"I am Pan Dazhang, a poetry writer from Gangzhou area, Gan Province."

As soon as he finished saying this, the other party interrupted him happily.

"Hello Comrade Pan Dazhang, I just received an invitation from Lin An of "Famous Poetry Magazine". I just know that you happen to be in Beijing these days to participate in a creative pen meeting. Lin An invited me to have dinner at the hotel at noon today, so that I can send the writers to the conference

I’ll bring you my membership card and some file information.”

Pan Dazhang entered the hotel with everyone.

A lean middle-aged man wearing glasses appeared in front of him.

"You must be Comrade Pan Dazhang. I am Huang Huahua, Secretary General of the Writers' Association. Nice to meet you." Kanshu Wu

Pan Dazhang shook hands with him and exchanged greetings.

"Congratulations on becoming a member of the Writers Association. I hope you can write more high-quality and influential literary works in the future?"

He handed over his membership card and grade information, and left his fixed contact address.

"There are eight members of the Writers' Association in the Gangzhou area. All future documents will be sent to the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles. I hope you will actively play the role of a member and make your own contribution to activating the cultural atmosphere of this region."

Knowing that the Poetry Publishing House had published a collection of poems for seven of them this time, Huang Huahua congratulated him.

The other six poets are all members of the Writers Association.

Only those who have reached a certain level and published certain works are eligible to apply to join.

Huang Huahua said to him: "So far, you are the youngest person to join the Writers' Association, which is unprecedented."

Only seventeen years old.

Huang Huahua also told everyone about this at the banquet.

Jiang Qing and Huang Yunyu both congratulated him.

Several other poets also congratulated him.

In the afternoon, I visited the office building of the Poetry Publishing House and received a souvenir.

The editor-in-chief of the Poetry Journal proposes to publish a special issue of seven poets in the next issue, requiring each to submit at least twenty poems.

Pan Dazhang encountered this problem when he went to "Jiangshan Literature and Art" to hold a symposium.

This time he came to participate in the writing session of "Famous Poetry Magazine" and he also prepared several groups of poems.

After arriving in Beijing, he wrote five or six more poems at the door of the metal company's office building. He actually had nearly thirty poems in his hand that could be published.

Of course, if the "Famous Poetry Magazine" publisher did not have this requirement, he would not need to publish all these poems here.

Two major poetry magazines, "Xingyue" and "Green Plains", also urged manuscripts several times.

They originally wanted to invite him to the poetry magazine to participate in a work discussion.

Because I have to participate in the writing session of "Famous Poetry Magazine", I don't have time to attend.

Several other people heard that they would contribute twenty poems, and they all complained bitterly.

"Editor-in-Chief, you are talking like a lion. You think poetry can be written casually. I can't write a single sentence without inspiration."

"Me too, I can't even achieve ten or eight songs a month, let alone twenty or thirty songs."

"I usually focus on quality. Sometimes I have to revise a poem for several days."

The editor-in-chief of the poetry magazine sighed and said, "Let's see how many new poems you have at hand. Submit them all, and I will organize critics to write a few review articles. Only in this way can we ensure the content of a special issue."

Other poets said they only have seven or eight new works at hand.

The editor asked Pan Dazhang: "Comrade Pan Dazhang has always been a prolific poet, and he always appears in the form of a group of poems. According to my private statistics, you, Pan Dazhang, publish no less than twenty poems every month. I want to ask you, now

How many new songs do you have on hand?"

Pan Dazhang affirmed: "I can contribute four groups of poems, twenty-four poems."

"Tsk, tsk, it's Comrade Pan Dazhang. He really lives up to expectations. He has a large quantity and a sufficient amount of food. Not bad!"
To be continued...