It was already past twelve o'clock, and the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting had already ended, but Sun Meng and the others didn't sleep anywhere.

In a living room of the hotel, Wang Yang, vice president of the Writers' Association, Sun Meng, president of the Poetry Association, and some other important figures who are well-known in the poetry arena are all there, all looking at their mobile phones, their faces sinking like water.

"Is this purple night going to turn against the sky?"

Sun Meng slapped the handrail and said angrily: "What is he going to do? Is he going to go against the state publication?"

Originally, Sun Meng hinted at Haicheng Satellite TV slightly, and asked Haicheng Satellite TV to cancel the last link, so that Ziye's "Water Tune Song Head" was not selected into the "Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Collection", and he was still secretly refreshed.

What's the use of your purple night being so powerful?

Are you just a little writer?

How can you write poetry? I can get nothing from you just a little gesture!

Originally, everything was stable, but who would have thought that Ziye would be so rigid?

How dare you openly compete with the national publication "Mid-Autumn Festival Poems"?

Act recklessly!

"People like Ziye who don't obey management must be blocked!"

"Yes! Such unhealthy tendencies must absolutely be stopped! Otherwise, the cultural circles will be chaotic."

"Self-righteousness!

"And that leaf, if you are embarrassed, you must not tolerate it!"

……

As soon as Sun Meng opened his mouth, the living room suddenly became chaotic, and the poets present were filled with righteous indignation and scolding, as if Ziye was some heinous sinner.

Here, Sun Meng, a group of great poets, was about to explode, but Ye Feng was having a lot of fun.

I don't know how many netizens replied, and the traffic of the entire cat circle has soared to a terrifying point!

Although most of them are not poetry lovers, nor are they fans in the cat circle, everyone has the same mind when watching the excitement!

As long as the netizens who heard about this incident, almost all came to watch.

"Nian Nujiao, Crossing Dongting Lake", author Ziye. ”

"The green grass in Dongting, near the Mid-Autumn Festival, has no wind at all. Yujian ......"

"Mid-Autumn Moon", author Ye Zi. ”

"Magnolia Slow", by Zi Ye. ”

……

……

Ye Feng was lying on the bed, changing numbers back and forth, and he had a lot of fun with himself and himself.

And netizens, watching the two bigwigs fighting poems, were also amazed one by one.

"Look up at the bright moon and think of your hometown. I'll go, isn't this Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts"? The Purple Night Boss took it out and pretended to be forced again?"

"Whatever, anyway, Li Bai was created by the Purple Night God!"

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. It's such a bleak feeling, and the sense of picture comes all of a sudden. It is worthy of the night god who created Wang Wei, there are paintings in the poems, and the poems in the paintings are worthy of the name!"

"The desert sand is like snow, the moon in Yanshan is like a hook, the metaphor of the leaf boss is amazing!"

"The most desolate is the sentence 'No one will know how to blow homework, and tonight is as clear as in previous years'. ”

"I don't understand anything else, I'll shout six-six-six anyway. ”

"It's only been less than an hour, right? These two big brothers have written almost twenty songs? The most damn thing is that they are also the first classic?"

"Although these Mid-Autumn Festival poems are also very good, they are still a little worse than "Water Tune Song Head". ”

"Indeed, there are almost no comparisons with "Water Tune Song Head", and it is just a sentence 'The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time'. ”

"Don't beep, I'm afraid that "Water Tune Song Head" can't even surpass Ziye herself. ”

"Heh, even if these poems can't surpass "Water Tune Song Head", it is definitely enough to beat "Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Collection". ”

"Hahahaha, sit and watch the people in the poetry world collapse!"

……

Indeed, the people of the poetry world collapsed.

At first, they were still angry one by one, and they wanted to discuss how to clean up Ziye, a guy who couldn't help himself. But when they saw Ziye and Yezi's poems one by one released, their hearts were cold.

Hotel, in the living room.

Silent.

Only the faint sound of breathing.

The people in the poetry world are like frost beating eggplants, they feel sick without a trace of strength, and a few eyes are dull, or their faces are suffocated.

Where the hell are these immortals?

Yes?

Why the hell do you even dare to scare the national publication?

And you're going to it upside down?

I'll fuck you!

Are you going to explode or not?

Yes?

Why don't you explode?

Yes?

Why don't you explode?

Yes?

……

The people in the poetry world are going crazy!

"Smack!"

Sun Meng slammed the cup in his hand to the ground, his trembling face turned red, and he didn't say a word for a long time!

Repression!

The whole living room is overly depressed!

Gradually, even the wheezing sound became weird!

On the Internet, in the cat circle, the two gods of Ziye and Ye Zi are still continuing, one masterpiece after another, it seems that it is endless!

Twenty songs?

Thirty songs?

Why do you have so many emotions during the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Write sentimental!

Write about family affection!

Write about the frontier!

Write about the month, write about the person, write about the object......

You guys who write novels can already do whatever they want?

Yes, you write novels with a lot of emotions and imagination!

But!

Why the hell are you writing so many poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival, right?

"Again, here comes another ......"

A famous poet, trembling with a mobile phone, his eyes are very dull, his lips are a little purple, and his speech has begun to tremble.

This sentence was like the last straw that crushed the camel's camel, and it was crushed suddenly...... Oh no, their mental defenses have long since collapsed......

"Chairman Sun, what do you think about this matter?"

Finally, in the dull living room, a relatively calm voice sounded.

This was said by Wang Yang, vice chairman of the Writers' Association.

Although there are a lot of people from the Writers' Association this time, the main force of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club is still the people in the poetry circle, so the people in the poetry circle who are most affected must also be the people in the poetry circle. Compared with Sun Meng, Wang Yang is relatively calm.

"What the hell do I have to do to kill these two bastards!"

Sun Meng's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his fists tightly, as if he was going to eat people, and the people on the side were frightened.

Wang Yang frowned, and said with some displeasure: "Will President Sun be able to solve the problem in this way?"

Seeing that Wang Yang was a little unhappy, Sun Meng also calmed down, although the Poetry Association is an independent organization, but nominally it is also managed by the Writers' Association, Wang Yang, the vice president of the Writers' Association, is basically at the same level as Sun Meng, but Wang Yang is a person from the headquarters of the Writers' Association after all!

"What is President Wang's opinion?"

Sun Meng leaned back slightly, closed his eyes, let out a slight sigh, and after adjusting it, at least on the surface it looked much better than just now.

"I can't talk about it or anything, but I do have a solution. Wang Yang smiled slightly.

"What's the solution?"

Sun Meng's eyes lit up suddenly, and the other poets on the side also came to their senses, pricking up their ears to hear clearly.

……

At half past three in the second half of the night.

The purple night and the leaves finally stopped.

But the cat circle is still hot, and even more explosive!

Forty-nine songs!

Forty-nine Mid-Autumn Festival masterpieces!

If you count the song "Water Tune Song Head", it is fifty masterpieces!

These are fifty poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival!

Write about everything, family, love, friendship, sadness, joy, peace, side plugs, ponds, forests, bright moon, old people, rain and snow......

It's not that he wrote everything he can see, he basically writes everything that a normal person can think of!

The Mid-Autumn Festival is especially written by the purple night and leaves!

They wrote everything they could write and couldn't write, and they were all so classic, how could you let others write them?

Flipping through the "Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Collection"?

Is anyone still thinking about this question?

Is this still a question of whether to flip or not?

It's like pressing the ground and rubbing it 10,000 times and then spitting!

ps: In the past two days, the results of the high school entrance examination have been released, and I am panicked when I am busy, and I am very annoyed, and I am always beeped by the director!