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I saw that on TV, there was a Mid-Autumn Festival poem slowly playing out on the big screen of the stage.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?"

...

Yang Hua looked at this poem and was also stunned.

What's going on?

I didn't send a text message to edit the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, how could this poem appear on TV?

At this time, on TV, the host Li Qing said: "This Mid-Autumn Festival poem is a new work sent to us by Jiang Hongcai, a professor at Hanwu University, and when I saw this poem just now, I was deeply shocked by this poem." ”

And the three professors and guests on TV came back to their senses after hearing the words of the host Li Qing.

They glanced at the big screen again, and then, looking at each other, they could see the shock in each other's eyes.

This song is simply wonderful!

Then, the host Li Qing said: "From the expressions of the three teachers, it is not difficult to see the love of the three teachers for this Mid-Autumn Festival. Can the three teachers give me and the audience a comment on this Mid-Autumn Festival?"

As soon as the host Li Qing said this, the three guests, you look at me, I look at you, and they were silent for a long time, but no one spoke.

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, Li Wen, a professor at Beijing University, said:

"Comment, I really don't dare to say this word, I can only talk to you about my half-understanding of this word. In my eyes, this poem is too classic, no worse than any Mid-Autumn Festival poem in our Chinese history. I also know Professor Jiang of Hanwu University and I don't expect him to write such a masterpiece in the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, which is really a great blessing for our contemporary literary circles!"

Then, Li Wen spoke freely for several minutes, and his words did not hide his love and enthusiasm for this poem.

With Li Wen taking the lead, the other two professors also had their own opinions on this poem.

No matter which professor was present, they all praised and praised this song, as if comparing this song "Water Tune Song Head" to the first Mid-Autumn Festival poem in the contemporary literary world.

Hanwu City.

A high-end residential building.

Jiang Hongcai looked at the live TV broadcast with a proud face, and the praise of the three professors above the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club for his "Water Tune Song Head" was very happy.

Then, he glanced at his grandson Jiang Jicai and praised: "Ji'er, you did a good job this time, with this poem, the position of the chairman of our Hanwu City Writers Association is already eight or nine for me." I believe that this poem will definitely increase its status in the literary world in the future. ”

"Congratulations grandpa. Jiang Jicai also said happily. Although he did not lose Lin Wei's face this time, if his grandfather could really be elected as the chairman of the Writers' Association of Shanghanwu City, his power would inevitably rise sharply in the future, and it would be a good thing for him to be happy about.

"Is this poem really written by your classmate?" Jiang Hongcai suddenly asked uneasily.

"Hmm!" Jiang Jicai gritted his teeth and said unwillingly.

"That's good, you tell your classmate, and I will write this poem in the future. Jiang Hongcai said without raising his head.

Although he was a little surprised by the talent of his grandson's classmates, he believed that as long as his grandson raised his title as a professor at Hanwu University, the other party would definitely obey.

At the same time that Jiang Hongcai enjoyed the vanity of being high.

Capital.

Everyone in the contemporary literary world, Li Qingming's family.

Li Qingming's family just finished lunch, because there is such a literary predator in the family, so Li Qingming's family will watch the program "Mid-Autumn Poetry Club" every Mid-Autumn Festival.

When the song "Water Tune Song Head" appeared on the big screen on the stage, Li Qingming, who was seventy years old, stood up from his chair at once, and his face was full of emotion.

When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

...

Li Qingming looked at this poem, and couldn't let go of it for a long time, the wonder of this poem is really shaking the past and the present. I didn't expect that there are still people in the modern literary world who can write such bold and broad-minded words!

Thinking of this, Li Qingming hurriedly made a phone call from his best friend Zhao Qingsong.

Zhao Qingsong is the vice chairman of the Chinese Writers Association and a celebrity in the contemporary literary world.

"Qingsong, are you watching the show "Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club"?" Li Qingming said.

"Elder Li, the Mid-Autumn Festival is healthy. I'm eating. Li Lao. On the other end of the phone, Zhao Qingsong said.

"Are you eating? Now turn on the TV and watch a CCTV set of "Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting", and now there is a poem on it, you can see how you feel. Li Qingming said anxiously.

""Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting"? Isn't that a joke by netizens? Old Zhao, let's not look at this interestingly. Zhao Qingsong said disapprerovingly.

"You open it and watch it first, and if you miss this time, you can only watch the replay. Li Qingming said.

"Okay, I'll let Xian'er broadcast it on CCTV. Zhao Qingsong said.

Then, Zhao Qingsong's daughter broadcast a TV program to CCTV.

Zhao Qingsong deducted the phone, and while picking up vegetables, he looked up at the TV disapplausively.

On the TV screen, Yang Hua's poem was still displayed on the big screen of the stage.

Zhao Qingsong glanced at this poem, and then was suddenly stunned.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"Smack!"

The next moment, the chopsticks in Zhao Qingsong's hand shook and fell to the ground.

Zhao Qingsong, a celebrity in the modern literary world and vice chairman of the Writers Association, suddenly turned a monstrous wave in his heart.

This poem is so well written!

At the same time, this scene is happening in many places and around many famous writers in the literary world.

Yang Hua's first word, as soon as he appeared, was shocked!

For a time, the entire literary world was turbulent.

Just when everyone was shocked, excited, longing, and impressed by Yang Hua's poem, Yang Hua, the original author of this poem, sat in his grandmother's house with a gloomy face.

Now about this matter, needless to say, Yang Hua also knows that his words have been plagiarized. And this person is so blatant that he dares to say it under the noses of the national audience.

This Nima is too rampant!

At this moment, Yang Hua quickly recalled in his heart that his first word had only been posted in Lin Wei's group just now, and no one knew this word except for the people in Lin Wei's group.

ps: second update. Thank you for the reward for whom, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for the reward, and thank you for the reward of Lan Lan A. Thank you for the reward from Brother Xin who read QQ. Thank you. The people who can still be rewarded these days are definitely true love fans. Thank you.

PS2: Let me be speechless for a while.,Today's chapter.,The card really can't be written.。。 I just wrote a chapter.,It's very strong.。。。 (To be continued.) )