"What's going on?"

"Could it be that Dabai wants to treat patients through poetry?"

"Some naïve, mental disorders like depression can't be controlled at all without medication. ”

Although everyone thinks that Mo Bai's poem is well written and has a good meaning, everyone has little confidence in Mo Bai's doing.

"How's the poem?"

"Very nice. ”

"How does it feel?"

"I feel like I want to die. ”

The patient's face is still calm.

It's just that this calm answer instantly made everyone almost squirt.

"Look, it doesn't work. ”

"It's a pity that such a good poem. ”

"Such a poem is simply a waste for people with depression. ”

But Mo Bai didn't give up and said, "Then I'll read another song to you." ”

As he spoke, Mo Bai began to recite a poem again:

[The golden bottle of sake is ten thousand, and the jade plate is shy and ten thousand dollars.

I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around.

If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang.

Idle fishing on the blue river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun.

It's hard to walk! It's hard to walk! It's hard to walk!

There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea. 】

"Good poetry. ”

"There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea, and the writing is too good. ”

"Mom, why didn't this poem come out earlier. ”

It was another poem, and everyone couldn't help but praise it.

"How's the poem?"

"It's better than the previous one. ”

"How it feels. ”

"I feel like I want to die even more. ”

Mo Bai vomited blood directly.

The crowd was also leaned forward and backward by the patient.

"I wonder if this guy is not going to be teasing us. ”

"Big brother, don't be like this, Da Bai has even used a killer weapon, and you still want to die. ”

That's what it says, but everyone knows it.

For a patient like "depression", he can't look at it with common sense.

"Okay, I'll continue. ”

Mo Bai did not give up, but continued.

"I'm grass, Da Bai is going to fight with him today. ”

"Well, although I know it's useless, it's good to listen to the poems written by Mo Bai. ”

"Dabai hasn't written poetry for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be so classic. ”

At this moment, everyone no longer cared about whether Mo Bai could stimulate this patient.

With what they know about depression, no matter how much you write poetry, it's useless.

Instead of this, it is better to appreciate Mo Bainian's poems.

After all, patients can't taste the meaning of these poems, but they can treat them as treasures.

Whether it is the previous song "I Wish to Be a Rapids" or this song "Difficult to Walk", it can be called a rare classic.

[In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north, and the head of Orange Island.

Look at the red mountains all over, the layers of forests are dyed, the rivers are clear, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely.

Confused, ask the vast earth, who is the master of ups and downs?

Bring hundreds of couples to travel. Reminiscing about the past, the years are thick.

Just a young classmate, in the prime of life, a scholarly spirit, scolding Fang Xuan.

Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat?]

Another poem.

Compared with the previous songs, this one is more straightforward and atmospheric.

It's also more inspirational and motivating.

As soon as the poem was read, the entire screen was a barrage.

"Classmate Cha is young, in his prime, scholarly spirit, and scolds Fang Xuan...... Well written. ”

"Pointing out the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households...... Speaking of which, I went to the bottom of my heart. ”

"What is this, I didn't read the above sentence, and asked the vast earth, who is the lord of ups and downs...... Tsk, I instantly. ”

In his previous life, Mr. Runzhi's poems were naturally atmospheric and wonderful.

Therefore, this kind of poetry may not be as good as some other poets, but if you want to talk about this momentum, there are really few people who can compare with it.

"How?"

"Better written than the first two. ”

"How does it feel?"

"Feel ......"

The patient thought for a moment and said, "If I had heard this poem before, maybe ...... But now it's a little late. ”

"And you still want to die?"

"That's right. ”

Although the patient still nodded, Mo Bai was slightly excited in his heart.

Whether or not the patient still wants to die, this at least proves that his translation of poetry has played a role.

Of course, this was also seen by the crowd of spectators in front of the TV.

"It looks like it's working. ”

"Yes, the patient seems to have been struck by the momentum of this poem. ”

Unfortunately, the patient's depression was so severe that he still couldn't get out of the shadow he had created. ”

The crowd sighed.

But at this time, the crowd of spectators felt that hope had come.

"Come on, Mo Bai. ”

"Yes, come on. No matter what, Mo Bai, you will fight him to the end. ”

"Maybe a miracle might happen?"

Many people's eyes are full of anticipation.

At the same time, Mo Bai continued to recite a poem:

[The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only recklessness, and the river is up and down, and it is suddenly surging.

Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test.

It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists.

Pity the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, slightly lose the literary talent, and the Tang Dynasty and Song Ancestors, slightly inferior to the coquettish.

A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle.

The past, count the romantic characters, and look at the present ......]

It's still Mr. Runzhi's verses.

This momentum is even better than the previous one.

Before, he was just a young man, but now he has come to the Qin Emperor Hanwu.

For these historical sages, even the most well-known poets, I am afraid that they will not stop praising them when they are mentioned. But in Mo Bai's poems, although the Qin Emperor and Han Wu are awesome, their literary style is still average. Tang Zong and Song Zu may be better in writing, but they are slightly inferior to Fengsao. Even Genghis Khan, who is extremely awesome, has become an eagle eagle who only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle eagle in Mo Bai's eyes.

"Ahhh......h

"Dabai's poem is simply bursting. ”

"If someone usually says such a thing, I'm afraid they will be scolded to death a long time ago. But when Mo Bai wrote this poem, I want to say, I obey. ”

"I'm also convinced. ”

"This is the real hero, this is the real hero. ”

"Yes, that's the highest level of bragging. ”

Everyone only felt that the climax was wave after wave...... Stimulation of the whole body trembling.

I only looked at the last sentence in my eyes, counted the romantic characters, and looked at the present day.

Even this patient, when Mo Bai finished reading this poem, his eyes radiated a different kind of brilliance.

"Wow, look, look in his eyes. ”

"Seems to be fine. ”

"Damn, won't you......"

Seeing that the patient seemed to be stimulated by this poem, everyone couldn't stop shouting.

It's just that just when they thought a miracle had happened, the patient's eyes suddenly dimmed again for some reason.

"What, this poem is not good?"

"No, that's good. ”

"If it's good, why sigh. ”

"It's just their affair and has nothing to do with me. ”

The patient shook his head, then said again, "I still want to die." ”

"I ...... Grass"

"I still want to die. ”

A group of netizens in front of the camera were dumbfounded.

"Well, it can't be helped. ”

"Such awesome poems can't stimulate patients, and it's useless for Mo Bai to write poems again. ”

"Well, Dabai, give up. ”

Many people shook their heads.

But Mo Bai didn't give up, but continued: "Then I'll read another song to you." ”

"Don't read it. ”

"Why?"

"After listening to such a beautiful poem, I will die, and I will die anyway, so don't waste it on me. ”

The patient seemed to be desperate to die, and said again with great calm.

"Then I'll recite the last one, and if you still want to die after reading this one, then I won't stop you anymore. ”

"Since you've said so, I'll listen to one more song. Still, you remember, the last one. ”

"Rest assured, the last one. ”

Mo Bai nodded towards the patient.

Then, staring into the afflicted eye, he began to chant:

[Shun is in the acres, Fu Shuo is in the plate building, the glue is in the fish salt, Guan Yiwu is in the Shi, Sun Shu Ao is in the sea, and Baili Xi is in the city. Therefore, the heavens will descend on the Si people, and they must first suffer their minds......]

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