"Elder Li, that Mo Bai is too disagreeable, knowing that he is not our opponent, he actually launched their naval army to attack us. ”

"yes, damn it, when I woke up early this morning, there were hundreds of posts scolding me. ”

"Hundreds, then you are quite light, I will say that I have more than 1,000 Weibo scolding me?"

It's still a teahouse that has always been frequented, and more than a dozen artists of the older generation are indignant in the teahouse.

"Hey, Old Li, why don't you speak?"

"Yes, Elder Li, I heard that Zheng Lian, the deputy director of the Art Division, is still half of your apprentice, I don't know if there is such a thing?"

"Whether it's or not, I think, Mr. Li, let's go to the Art Department to protest together. ”

"That's right, that Mo Bai is simply playing hooligan, what kind of genius is it, you must let him step down. ”

Several old men looked at Li Debing, who had just been discharged from the hospital.

"Don't say it, let's take a look at the poems written by Mo Bai. ”

Li Debing was a little disheartened, shook his head and said.

"What do you do with the poems he wrote?"

"Old Li, what do you mean by this?"

"I know that Mo Bai has a certain level of writing poetry, but what we compare with him is not poetry, but children's songs. ”

"Yes, if he can't write a few classic children's songs, then he should step down. I'm embarrassed to be a consultant, but we old bones haven't been yet, so it's his turn. ”

Everyone complained again.

It's just that at this time, Li Debing took out a notebook and read it extremely heavily.

[Let me guard the oldest sea in China again,

On this side of the shore there were the hills of the saints.

Mother, don't forget that I am a strong warrior in the defense of the sea,

I have a Liugong Island as my shield.

Bring me back, the time has come.

Behind my back are the remains of saints!

I'm coming back, Mother!]

Although Li Debing's voice was small, the voice that came out was sonorous and powerful.

The old people sitting here were all well-known art workers, but when they heard it, everyone was in awe.

"Old Li, your poetry is too well written. ”

"It can't be [Weihaiwei] written in the poem. ”

"Tsk, amazing, Li Lao, I didn't expect you to have this hand. ”

Everyone is engaged in art, and everyone has unique opinions on poetry.

At this time, when I heard this poem read by Li Debing, I was a little excited.

Where would they not know that the poem has reached a very high level.

It's just that Li Debing didn't speak at this time, but continued to read.

[We are a string of pearls held out by the East China Sea,

Ryukyu is my brother, and I am Taiwan.

I still have the heroic soul of the Zheng family in my chest,

The red blood of Jingzhong stained my family legacy.

Mother, the scorching summer day is going to kill me,

Give me an order, and I can fight against the water.

I'm coming back, Mother!]

The youngest of the elderly people sitting here are 60 years old, the older ones are 80 years old, and there is even an old man in his 90s.

If history is clearest, who else is there besides them?

A series of humiliations that Hua Guo received a hundred years ago, even if it was for a lifetime, they could not forget it.

When Li Debing recited the bend of the second song, everyone was already full of solemnity.

[Mother, I want to come back, Mother. 】

The crowd did not interrupt Li Debing.

They knew that at this time, Li Debing had risen to a height in the field of art that they looked up to.

Even if nothing else, just analyzing it now, they believe that the charm of these two poems is no less than that of Mr. Cai's year.

Moreover, it seems that these two poems are still a series.

In addition, the era described in this poem, the deep meaning of it may not be comparable to "Years in the Year".

Especially the last sentence, Mother, I want to come back, Mother...... It even aroused the tears of several old people.

The motherland suffered a lot of humiliation a hundred years ago, and now it can be regarded as standing up. However, there is still a place that has not returned to our arms. This place is Taiwan. The last sentence, Mother, I want to come back, is simply to say what is on their minds.

In particular, there is an old man in his 90s, who is extremely excited.

He has a younger brother who went to Taiwan.

However, after so many years, he has not been able to come back.

Li Debing seems to be immersed in the poem, and still does not stop.

Then the second song, Li Debing continued to read.

[I am like the yellow leopard who keeps vigil in front of the phoenix steps,

Mother, although my identity is small, my position is dangerous.

Now the vicious sea lion pounces on me,

Gnawing on my flesh and bones, swallowing my ointment;

Mother, I weep and cry, and call you no.

Mother, let me hide in your arms!

I'm coming back, Mother!]

This is talking about Xiangjiang.

Fortunately, Xiangjiang returned to the embrace of the motherland in 97.

However, despite this, when looking back at the scene when foreign powers divided the motherland a hundred years ago, the fists of dozens of old men were involuntarily clenched together. As long as an order is given, even if it is an old and weak body, it will be desperate.

Applause reigned.

Several old people were moved by Li Debing's three poems, and their whole bodies boiled.

Even if it is long past the age of youth and excitement, it is still an unstoppable blood surge.

"Good, good poetry. ”

"Old Li, you wrote a good poem. ”

"I really didn't expect that, Old Li, you have grown to this point in the past few decades. ”

"Yes, we all have to look up to you at such a height. ”

A series of compliments, constantly spoken.

It's just that, listening to the praise of dozens of old friends, Li Debing shook his head with a wry smile.

"I also wish I had written this poem, but I didn't write it. ”

"Ah, you didn't write it?"

The other old men were a little embarrassed, did they do it in vain just now?

However, even so, this poem is so well written that whoever wrote it must praise him.

"Who wrote that?"

"Elder Li, this should be a newly created poem, I have never read these poems before. ”

"It's really well written, the style is different from the poets of the past, although it is a modern poem, but the feelings are extremely sincere. ”

"Yes, a few words, it looks like a whisper, but I can feel the poet's inner roar in the poem. ”

"This is the pain of the whole country, and everyone is in the same mood. ”

"Old Li, what are you doing, you haven't said yet, who wrote these poems. ”

Everyone looked at Li Debing.

"You want to know?"

"Of course. ”

"You really want to know?"

"Nonsense. ”

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Old Li, what's wrong with you?"

The old men are a little crazy, are you kidding us?

"It's not that I'm teasing you, but I'm afraid you'll be shocked if I tell who this person is. ”

"How could it be. ”

"Come on, is it possible that this poet has three heads and six arms, and we will be frightened?"

"It's like, we've lived so long, what else can scare you, say it. ”

Several old men urged again.

"Well, I said it. ”

Coughing heavily, Li Debing finally spoke.

"This person is Mo Bai. ”

"Yes, that's right, it's Mobai that we've been talking about before. ”

……

In one breath, Mo Bai wrote six songs.

Six songs, all posted on Weibo.

After posting, Mo Bai didn't write it down.

Instead, I had a good night's sleep, and the next day, when I opened Weibo again.

Mo Bai found that the six poems he wrote yesterday had spread all over the Internet.

And that's not all.

Even traditional media, some newspapers and magazines, also reprinted six poems written by Mo Bai at this time.

[The great poets of China reappeared.] 】

[God bless China, I didn't expect that there is such an outstanding poet in modern times. 】

[Six poems, each one represents a place, and each place is a pain that we will never forget. 】

[Mo Bai: A generation of master style]

A series of positive reviews poured in.

"Dabai, you finally appeared. ”

"Uh, I was so tired last night that I fell asleep after writing the poem. ”

"You know, writing poetry is very brain-intensive, and you should take a good rest. However, you don't know that these six poems of yours have already caused a sensation in China. ”

"Yes, Dabai, those guys who attacked you before are embarrassed to mention PK with you again. ”

"By the way, Dabai, what are the names of these six poems, why didn't you write the names of the poems. ”

The disciples of Bai Yutang asked one after another.

"Well, I'm sorry, I forgot, these poems are a series, called the Song of the Seven Sons. ”

"Song of the Seven Sons?"

"Yes. ”

"Do the seven sons refer to the seven sons of the mother of the motherland? ”

"Yes. ”

"Da Lian, Taiwan, Xiangjiang, Weihaiwei, Kowloon Island, Guangzhou, Guangzhou, ...... There are only six of them, and there is one more?"

"There is also Aomen, which together is the Seven Sons. However, this one has not yet been written. ”

"Understood. ”

Everyone nodded.

Song of the Seven Sons.

The name of this poem is awesome.

The meaning contained in the connection is even more shocking.

"Roar, Da Bai is going to run away this time. ”

"That is, Dabai has always been very awesome. ”

"Yes, Dabai is already very awesome, but he has been very funny, so that everyone doesn't know. ”

"Well, now, I think that after these poems of Dabai, when everyone looks at Dabai again, they will be full of respect. ”

"It's not, look at Dabai's Weibo, those netizens leave messages, and they have always been called Mr. Mom, if I'm white, I'm going to pee directly. ”

"The song of the seven sons, there is still one son who has not been written, when will Dabai write it, I am looking forward to it. ”

"Calm, writing poetry needs inspiration, whatever you want to write. However, since it is a song of the seven sons, there will definitely be seven. ”

Bai Yutang was divided into groups [Guanyutang], and a group of fans privately talked about it behind their backs.

……

"Mr. Mo Bai, you are really amazing, the six poems you wrote yesterday are amazing. ”

Art Department, Director Zheng said excitedly to Mo Bai.

Director Zheng smiled, this poem is actually not just six, but seven. ”

"Seven?"

"Yes, Seven Songs is a series called Song of the Seven Sons. ”

"Song of the Seven Sons......"

Zheng Lian's eyes lit up: "Seventh son, seventh son, the seventh son of the motherland, a good name." By the way, there's another one, why didn't you write it?"

"There is also a piece that I wrote for your company. ”

"Huh?"

"Director Zheng, didn't you say that you want me to create a classic, a work that people can't say?"

"Mr. Mo Bai, what we want you to create is a song. ”

"I know what you want is not poetry, but songs. For the last one, I've already composed a song for him. ”

Saying that, Mo Bai took out the last song of the "Song of the Seven Sons", "Macao: "I have contacted a primary school and selected 60 children to sing together. Tomorrow, I'll take out the choral version of the Song of the Seven Sons. ”