土润濡夏,大雨时行,翠叶荣荣。在下了几场雷阵雨以后,江城便正式宣告进入三伏天了。邹建军在俄罗斯出差,提前向谢克强告假了。八点左右,众人到齐。冷气滋滋地冒着。桌面上一壶菊花,一壶普洱。几册新印的《中国诗歌》第八卷样书安静地躺着,像等待检阅的战士。“咦,没看到诗评诗论?”阎志翻阅着样书,自言自语道。“好的诗歌评论有限,我约的稿子对方还没发来。”谢克强面露些许难色,诗内诗外 Soil Ruru summer, when the rain, Cuiye Rongrong. After several thunderstorms, Jiangcheng officially declared to enter the dog days. Zou Jianjun in Russia on business, to Xie Keqiang leave in advance. Around eight o’clock, everyone arrives. Cold air braved risked. A pot of chrysanthemum on the desktop, a pot of Pu’er. A few volumes of newly printed “Chinese Poetry,” the eighth volume of samples lying quietly, like a warrior waiting for review. “咦, did not see poetry comment poetry?” Yan Zhi read a sample book, himself. “Good poetry comment is limited, I sent the manuscript has not yet sent. ” Xie Keqiang reveal a little hard to color, poem poetry outside