"The wind will send a pig to the tuyere, and it will also cause it to fall to its death. See, now, the wind has stopped, and we are going to witness the tragic death of the pigs. On the barrage, a navy took the lead and said proudly.

Soon, all kinds of barrages also followed in an instant, and the navy army had already captured all the barrages, and whenever they saw one that spoke for Jiang Hua, they frantically brushed it up and drowned it, even the objective and neutral barrage did not let go.

Some netizens who also watched the live broadcast on the Internet were slowly substituted by them into this mood, gloating and waiting for Jiang Hua to make a fool of himself.

Most people are convinced that this young man is indeed lucky today, and he has a little eloquence, but when it comes to talent, there is really nothing to see from him that has anything to do with talent.

Jiang Hua saw that the fans of passers-by, who had jumped for a short time just now, had now begun to decline sharply, and the black fans kept skyrocketing.

And the guests in the audience, the audience in the live broadcast room and the host are all mysteriously full of smiles at themselves, this smile is not only contempt, but is waiting for him to make a fool of himself, to see how curious he is to be ugly.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and decided to slap some people in the face, this should be the last battle today. He'd won before, and this time, he's confident he won't lose either.

He wants to completely disappoint the ending that everyone wants, so that if he can't be majestic, he will at least walk off this stage brightly.

"I don't really have any talent. "He was humble first.

Sure enough, the laughter of everyone below immediately became stronger.

"I'm half a poetry lover, so I'll write a poem for you on the spot. Jiang Hua continued. As he spoke, he secretly opened the wordless book drawn from the system and wrote a poem on it in his mind.

According to the item's description, the poem should have disappeared from this world by now.

When a guest heard him talk about poetry, his eyes lit up, and he straightened his waist in an instant, and the other guests and the host immediately looked at him happily.

"This kid is looking for death. They agreed.

Because this guest is precisely a famous poet who has been famous for a long time. Jiang Hua composed poems in front of him, relying on the column group's "care" of all the guests in advance, this guest will definitely be able to spray him to death on the spot in a while, and what he said is a holy decree in the poetry circle.

He said that if you are not good, you are not good, let alone newcomers, and ordinary well-known poets can be easily suppressed.

Most of the audience is not a poet, and if a famous poet says that you write nothing, what can you do, of course they believe in authority.

"Oh, poetry lover. Fortunately, I happen to be in the poetry circle, and I'm really looking forward to your talent. The guest said to Jiang Hua with a smile.

The host didn't wait for Jiang Hua to react, and immediately began to tout and introduce this guest

"Speaking of poetry, I have to give you another good introduction to our guest turmoil.

Of course, in fact, I don't need to introduce everyone, you should know that xxx is a world-renowned poet who has been famous for a long time, and the contemporary xxx, xxx of x country, etc. are all irreversible friends, they appreciate each other and encourage each other, which has promoted the prosperity of Chinese poetry now.

Our xxx teacher is also the president of the xxx poetry association, and often represents Chinese poets to go abroad for exchanges, and poets at home and abroad xxx, xxx, xxx all admire his high literary attainments, and call him a contemporary poet. ”

After listening to his introduction, all the audience respected this guest even more.

Although this guest is actually known to everyone regardless of whether they are in the poetry circle or not, after all, everyone's poems are poets who have been published in textbooks and have studied them in school.

But after listening to the host's praise, I realized that this person was even better than I imagined.

The other guests also hurriedly followed the host's words, and praised this person again, firstly, in order to improve their friendship with this poet, and secondly, everyone also saw the host's intentions, and they wanted to use his status to shoot Jiang Hua, a kid, in this link.

"Please start your show!" The extremely comfortable storm who was touted comically stretched out his hand to signal Jiang Huadao, he was ready to make this kid regret his criticism for a while.

Jiang Hua shook his head, reluctantly retracted what he wanted to say, and directly began to recite.

"Meanness is the pass of the mean,

Noble is the epitaph of the noble,

Behold, in that gilded sky,

Floating with the crooked reflection of the dead.

The glacial age has passed,

Why are there ice cubes everywhere?

The Cape of Good Hope was found,

Why are thousands of sails competing in the Dead Sea?

I came into this world,

With nothing but paper, ropes, and figures,

In order that before the trial,

Read out the voices that have been sentenced.

Tell you what, world

I--no--phase--believe!

Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,

Then count me as the thousandth and onest.

I don't believe the sky is blue,

I don't believe in the echo of thunder,

I don't believe that dreams are fake,

I don't believe that death is without retribution.

If the ocean is destined to burst,

Let all the bitter water pour into my heart,

If the land is destined to rise,

Let human beings choose the peak of survival again.

New turnarounds and sparkling stars,

The sky is filling with no obstruction.

That's 5,000 years of hieroglyphs,

That's the gaze of people in the future. ”

After Jiang Hua finished reciting, everyone only grew their mouths in a daze, and no one could speak.

The turmoil opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something critical, but he couldn't say a word.

Even Jiang Hua didn't know that this poem had completely changed the literary status of China in the world, and the author of this poem had been directly nominated for the world's most well-known X Bell Literature Award because of this poem.

At that time, this poem was not a simple poem, but was regarded as a kind of speculation, a kind of power.

In those days, if you couldn't memorize this poem, you were basically an illiterate person who everyone looked down upon.

Such a poem has its power in any era, and now everyone feels that their hearts have been struck by this poem, and an indescribable feeling arises spontaneously, it is an epiphany, it is also sad, it is impassioned, but it is also a strange and special calm, it is anxious that there is nowhere to put it, and it is comfortable like being in the clouds.

Such a poem, even if the turmoil really has a clear position, has long been ready to criticize. But he still couldn't put his mouth shut, and the poet's last conscience and the same love for poetry prevented him from making the slightest negative evaluation of this almost sacred poem.

"This poem。。。。。。。 Did you really do it?" he could only ask Jiang Huadao weakly in the expectant eyes of the host and the guests.

Jiang Hua nodded.

He shook his head, stood up with a solemn expression, and said nothing, but clapped very enthusiastically, and his hands were swollen.

Everyone was stunned, and for a moment, the studio was full of applause.