Twelve o'clock sharp.

The auditorium was officially connected to the live broadcast.

The stage was set up in a booming atmosphere, a carpet of flowers, and a lineup of handsome men and women, well, but unfortunately only the three or four hundred people who were employees and family members of the live radio station could see it, and the audience in front of the radio could not enjoy it, they could only hear the sound.

"Hello listeners!"

"I'm the host Zhang Huo, and this is my partner Sun Mengjie."

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is reunited, and listeners are welcome to listen to today's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting that will be broadcast live for you by news frequency, literary frequency and music frequency!"

The two hosts are both star hosts of the news station, and they are also recognized as the two best players in the station, they speak very steadily, and rarely make mistakes, so they can see that they are in charge of this conference and can see the importance of the platform. After a few opening remarks, the two hosts began to introduce today's guests.

"Let's welcome Chen Kun, deputy director of the Beijing Education Bureau!"

"There is also Mr. Meng Dongguo, vice chairman of the Beijing Writers Association!"

"The famous poet Da Lei!"

"Famous fairy tale writer Little Red Mushroom ......"

After each introduction, everyone below burst into applause.

After the introduction, the host Zhang Huo said aloud with joy: "Before the start of the poetry meeting, we invited several teachers from our writers' association to come to the stage to recite a poem for everyone to open, and I also wish the audience and friends in front of the radio a happy family, all wishes come true, and reunion!" ”

The opening poetry recital was clearly ready.

Meng Dongguo came to the stage first, and recited lightly: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is rarely spent together, and it is now repaid, happy, and remembered." ”

As soon as this preface came out, everyone present knew what poem they were going to read, of course, except for Zhang Ye alone, he might not have heard this poem on the spot.

Da Lei came to power, "Hold the mirror for two months." ”

Zheng Anbang took the stage, "Holding branches around the quiet." ”

A little old man who Zhang Ye didn't know was the third to pick up, "A tree is fragrant in the west." ”

The last sentence was Meng Dongguo who took it back, and the finale ended, "Yingying is full of autumn." ”

Everyone applauded warmly, Zhang Ye listened to it, and also clapped his hands together, this poem is good, really good.

This poem is "He Jiashi" by Ma Ruihong, a famous poet in this world, because there is an allusion, so this poem is famous all over the world, and it has always been a necessary item for the Mid-Autumn Festival, that is, Zhang Ye is not a person in the world in the full sense of the word, and he doesn't know the way, and no one else knows this "He Jiashi", the streets and alleys, men, women and children, can be recited by any person. Well, for example, it may be equivalent to Zhang Ye's "hoeing day at noon, sweat dropping into the soil", a feeling.

Zhang Ye has long lost the meaning of underestimating the heroes of the world, and there are many capable predecessors in this world.

After reading the poem, Chen Kun, deputy director of the Beijing Education Bureau, walked to the rostrum to deliver a speech, and then, Deputy Director Jia also took the stage to speak, wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival on behalf of all the staff of the Beijing Radio Station.

There was a burst of ink, and the main topic was long overdue.

The hostess Sun Mengjie had a bright smile, "Xie Lu Xie Xie leaders' speeches, the following is the part of the poetry competition, let me talk about the rules, whether it is the poems of the teachers in the field, or the songs published by the audience and friends on our official Mid-Autumn Festival poetry website, as long as there is a favorite poem, everyone can vote three votes for your favorite work, we also invited the notary of the Chengdong District Notary Office today, we will count the top three votes, so please cherish every vote in your hand." ”

Zhang Huo smiled: "Then please invite the first teacher?" ”

More than a dozen people came from the writers' association, and after glancing at each other, it was Meng Dongguo who walked up, "Hehe, no one is on, then I'll be the first to come, mine is a poem." Holding the microphone, Meng Dongguo stabilized his mind and gently spit out the words: "The name of the poem - "Mid-Autumn Festival Rainy Night". ”

"The flowers are multiplying, and the full moon sighs for the lack of the moon."

"The spring of the dynasty is stationed, and the twilight is resigned."

"Do it thick and open, and say goodbye to the autumn voice."

"The pillow listens to the thunder, and the wind and rain remembers the night."

Da Lei was the first to applaud, "Good poetry!" ”

Another young man from the Writers' Association said: "Chairman Meng is becoming more and more exquisite!" ”

Shen Anbang also nodded heavily, "Well written, there are too many Mid-Autumn Festival poems of reunion now, but this poem does the opposite, writing parting, regrets, sighs, it doesn't seem to be a scene of reunion and family reunion, some are not in the scene, but it is precisely because there is no reunion that it makes people feel more and cherish the beauty of reunion, this is written from another perspective Mid-Autumn Festival, this is written from another point of view, this is absolutely impossible to write in the night, alas, I am embarrassed to take out this poem." ”

Xiaohong Mushroom smiled and said: "Old Shen, don't compare with them, we both write novels, and we can't be angry with them compared to poetry and songs?" ”

Shen Anbang smiled, "Yes." ”

The two hosts also praised a few words on the stage, and they also introduced them to the audience in the words, because the audience couldn't see it after all, "This is the new work of Meng Dongguo, the vice chairman of the Beijing Writers Association and the leader of the Beijing poetry circle, alas, I was fascinated by it." ”

Meng Dongguo joked: "Not yet, hehe, but if you think it's good, remember to vote for me, I'm here with pressure today, and I don't have the face to go back if the votes are too low, so I have to canvass for votes." ”

Zhang Huo said: "Chairman Meng is too modest. ”

"yes." Sun Mengjie said: "I think this poem has a champion appearance. ”

"This is the first poem, huh?" Zhang Huo said pretendedly.

"Hehe, Zhang Huo, why don't we make a bet? I guess this one is number one. "Sun Mengjie came to give Meng Dongguo face, and secondly, this poem is also really wonderful.

Zhang Huo said: "Okay, just bet, then I'll ...... I'm also betting that this poem will win the championship! ”

Seeing the two of them playing treasure, everyone laughed at the bottom, in fact, many people agreed, Meng Dongguo is a professional in this, can he write poetry badly? The skill is there, and Meng Dongguo's identity is here, he is the leader of the Writers' Association, and his reputation is not small with the capital, and he is an old qualification. Even if this poem is not as exclusive in heaven and earth as they touted, it is of very high quality, and the first place is basically impossible to run.

Meng Dongguo went down.

The second is Shen Anbang, as soon as he came to power, he picked up Meng Dongguo's words, "Chairman Meng said that he was under pressure, but in fact, I was the one with the most pressure, following Chairman Meng, isn't this a deliberate attempt to make me ugly?" Forget it, I have to say it if I don't say it, I'm not good at ancient poetry, so I'll have a modern poem to help the fun. ”

A minute later, he was done.

Everyone was stunned and applauded.

Meng Dongguo approvingly: "This Xiao Shen, who has been modest for a long time, originally kept such a good work." ”

The other writers association didn't seem to expect that a writer who writes romance novels can write such good modern poems, maybe not as good as Meng Dongguo's, but it is also the quality of competing for the second and third places.

The third person on stage was a young writer, but he didn't say poetry, but said a poem, the lyrics, although not sung with music, but the lyrics are still vivid and elegant, very meaningful.

The fourth is the little red mushroom, as soon as she goes up, the words are in front, "Let me say first, I don't know poetry and songs, I write fairy tales, and today I will create a fable for everyone." She began to tell the story, which is anthropomorphic, and the moon is transformed into a human, which is quite beautiful.

One after the other.

One by one.

Those who can join the Writers' Association are not good at stubble, and they have all shown their skills.

The finale is Da Lei, his poems have always been known for their grandeur, and his character is the same, so today's theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival is really a bit hindered by his play, he said a word, the effect is not very ideal, because the applause is not too big. However, it may be because of the strong literary nature, this poem may cause more reflection and aftertaste, and Meng Dongguo and several teachers from the writers' association still spoke highly of it after the thunder came down.

"Da Lei, the words are very good."

"Don't worry about applause or anything like that, it's great."

"The lack of applause is that they didn't understand it, and they didn't study it in depth, if they listen to this song a few more times, chew and chew more, it will really have an endless aftertaste."

Da Lei said indifferently: "I also think it's okay." ”

An hour had passed since the poetry meeting, and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

The host Zhang Huo took the microphone, "Xie Lu Xie Writers Association teachers' wonderful works, today is really eye-opening, every masterpiece makes me reluctant to miss a word, presumably the audience and friends in front of the radio are also feasting their ears, so what are you hesitating about?" Hurry up and vote for your favorite works, our voting deadline is two o'clock in the afternoon, just now the notary told us that it will take five minutes to confirm the number of votes, so our poetry will have one hour and five minutes, what do we do with the rest of the time? Let's read the top works on the submission website, and listen to the works sent by netizens. ”

The hostess Sun Mengjie is holding a tablet, there is no signal on the mobile phone here, but the live broadcast equipment and other communication tools have their own wireless signals, so they can use it, "Ah, I see, the first place now is the work of Teacher Meng Dongguo, let me read the top ten." ”

First: Meng Dongguo, with 23,019 votes.

Second: Shen Anbang, with 12,553 votes.

Third: Dong Fei, with 9,813 votes.

Fourth: Little Red Mushroom, 9681 votes.

And so on, the top ten are all people from the Writers' Association, Meng Dongguo is far ahead, and Dong Fei, who is third, is also a modern poet who is very famous for writing poetry in the Writers' Association, and they have all been covered. Even Da Lei's words did not react very strongly to the live radio staff, and they got the tenth place, and the work of a netizen was added to the eleventh place below.

The host took it and read it.

This work called Feng Qiyunxi is not bad, but it's just not bad, there is always a difference between professional and amateur, and it can be seen in the number of votes.