Ye Xiande is the vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association. He is also a researcher at the Institute of Language and Literature Application of the Ministry of Education.

During this period, he has been worrying about the compilation of primary school Chinese textbooks. The current textbooks have been used for many years.

Some textbooks are no longer suitable for current teaching or have been used for too long. The Ministry of Education has issued a document directing the rewriting of textbooks.

As the person in charge of compiling the Chinese ancient poetry textbooks, he is now a little overwhelmed. There are a lot of ancient poems, but some are too obscure for students to understand and will increase their burden.

But if it is too straightforward, it will fail to arouse students' love for ancient poetry, which will be detrimental to the development of the poetry industry.

The world still attaches great importance to cultural literacy training, and emphasizes that cultural interests and knowledge and skills go hand in hand.

For this purpose, a man in his sixties has to read ancient books day and night, hoping to find a few poems in the ancient books that can be used as teaching materials for primary school courses.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, what are you doing?"

A quirky girl, about eighteen years old, ran into Ye Xiande's study.

"Susu, be good. Grandpa is really looking for information. Don't disturb Grandpa. Come over later..."

But the girl refused to do it, her mouth puffed up slightly and she said unhappily.

"No, Grandpa, come play chess with me..."

Ye Xiande got a headache when he heard the girl talking about chess. His granddaughter had an incredible talent for chess. He taught her how to play chess when she was ten years old, and as a grandfather, he could still teach her.

By the time she was twelve or thirteen years old, she was already able to play chess on par with me. Now, I lose more than I win when playing chess with her.

He has been playing chess for half his life but can't beat an eighteen-year-old girl. How can he put his face aside?

But she is my granddaughter, and I can't let her make trouble. Now if I can win a game of chess against her, it will make me happy for a long time.

"Susu, be good. Grandpa is looking through ancient books to find poetry teaching materials. This is a top priority for the Ministry of Education. We can't be careless. Next time, next time for sure."

Ye Susu is not only a Go genius girl, but also a two-dimensional girl. She will definitely not believe such nonsense next time.

"No, Grandpa, it's just a poem. I'll give you one. Can you play chess with me today?"

Ye Susu said coquettishly.

"Hey! Stop making trouble, Susu. Grandpa is really busy!"

Ye Xiande felt a little headache. His granddaughter was really stubborn. He was already a little irritable. If Ye Susu kept nagging in his ears, he would probably have wasted all his efforts today.

"Grandpa, I really have a poem here. If you don't believe me, I'll read it to you!"

Ye Susu didn't care about Ye Xiande's expression, and blurted out a poem:

"Red beans grow in the south. How many branches will bloom in spring? I hope you can pick more, for this is the most touching thing about lovesickness."

"How about it, Grandpa? This poem is better than the poems you spent so much time on, right?"

At first, Ye Xiande could only let Ye Susu do whatever she wanted, but after hearing her recite the poem, he quickly raised his head and asked.

"Where did you hear this poem? Why hasn't Grandpa heard of it?"

"Oh, Grandpa, this poem is really popular online right now. This morning, the official media outlet of the Cantonese Poetry Association released a list of the top ten poems of the year, and it's now trending..."

"I've been telling you to surf the internet more, Grandpa. You've been hiding in your study all day, clutching your ancient books and working on your ideas. You're already out of date..."

The girl kept chattering on the side, but Ye Xiande ignored her chatter.

He muttered the poem "Lovesickness" to himself and suddenly felt that this poem was the type of teaching material he wanted!

Although the theme of this poem is lovesickness, which can easily make people imagine it as love, Ye Xiande, as the vice president of the Poetry Association, knows.

This word "lovesickness" is not only used to describe love. It can be the lovesickness between lovers or the lovesickness between friends. It's wonderful!

This poem is a five-character quatrain. The writing is simple and clear, but it is not lacking in artistic conception. It is most suitable to be used as a poetry textbook for elementary schools.

"Susu, you said this poem is one of the top ten best poems from this year's Cantonese Poetry Competition?"

"yes……"

"This was unexpectedly written by a modern person, but this poem clearly has the spirit of an ancient poet..."

Ye Xiande was a little puzzled that people nowadays could still write such poems. He initially thought that this poem was taken from some ancient book, but the result surprised him.

"I heard this poem was written by an online writer. That online writer named Li Xiaoyao is so annoying. His novels make people cry!"

Ye Susu was indignant, obviously one of the victims of the Chinese Paladin, but she admired his talent.

"There's even this kind of thing..."

Ye Xiande burst into laughter immediately. This poem was definitely a good thing, and it was not impossible for it to be passed down through the ages. The most important thing was that it solved the problem that was bothering him.

"No, I have to find that kid Li Xuexin. This junior is really tactless. He knew that I was recently compiling a textbook and came across such a good one, but he didn't recommend it to me..."

The poetry industry is a circle of neither size nor small. Ye Xiande is the vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association, and Li Xuexin is the president of the Cantonese Poetry Association.

The two naturally knew each other, and it could even be said that Ye Xiande could be considered Li Xuexin's teacher.

"Hey, teacher, what's wrong?"

Li Xuexin was a little puzzled. Ye Xiande seldom took the initiative to look for him throughout the year, unless he occasionally had questions about poetry, he would take the initiative to contact Ye Xiande for help.

"You kid, you didn't even tell me when you came across a work like Xiang Si. Don't you know that I'm writing a textbook recently?"

Ye Xiande said something to Li Xuexin a little annoyed.

"Ah, teacher, this is not my fault. I just saw this poem yesterday and I'm still in shock today..."

"This poem was given to me by that guy Weimin. He also said that it was written by a young man who had some connection with him. Why didn't Weimin tell you about this, teacher? I thought you knew about it."

Li Xuexin skillfully put the blame on Wang Weimin. The two were classmates in college and their friendship lasted for more than 20 years. They had done many things like putting the blame on each other.

"What? You said this poem was written by a young man in his early twenties?"

Ye Xiande no longer paid any attention to Li Xuexin's attempt to shift the blame. When he learned that the poem was actually written by a young man, he immediately fell into deep thought.

"Teacher, teacher?"

Li Xuexin was secretly happy. It seemed that his teacher was similar to him. However, his teacher had lived for more than 20 years longer than him. This kind of blow must have been much more severe than what he had suffered at the time. He hoped that his teacher could see things in a positive light...

"It's okay. Give me the young man's contact information. I'll go see him when the time comes."

Although Ye Xiande was a little dazed, he still had to focus on the important matters.

"I don't know who that young man is, but Weimin should know. Why don't you go ask Weimin?"