When Zhang Meng's voice fell, the camera gradually shifted its focus to Chen Bingsheng, Tang Zui and others on the stage. , the latest chapter access: ШШШ.79xs.СоМ .

Through the movement of the camera, both the people on the scene and those watching the live broadcast in front of the Internet can clearly see every movement of these members who participated in the poetry meeting, but most of them are pretending to think, occasionally writing, occasionally shaking their heads, and looking very serious.

However, Tang drunk was an old god and motionless in his seat, like an old monk in a fixed place, without any panic and 'chaos', which caused everyone to be surprised, and the audience couldn't help but talk softly:

"Huh? Why didn't Mr. Tang write? What's going on? ”

"Still young! I guess I was stunned by this situation, right? ”

"I don't know! It can't be written, right? ”

"It's possible, Mr. Tang just wrote a poem "Yongmei" yesterday, that poem is really well written, and if you want to write a better poem than "Yongmei" today, I'm afraid it will be difficult, hey! It's a pity! ”

....

The audience in the audience talked a lot, and they were all worried about Tang Zui, and Dong Shanshan and others who participated in the live broadcast (Beijing Radio belongs to a subordinate organ of Tianjing TV, so this time they also participated in the recording, and the channel that came to record happened to be Dong Shanshan's literary channel) The same is true, everyone is anxiously looking at Tang Zui who closed his eyes on the stage.

"Sister Shanshan, what is the situation with Mr. Tang? Why doesn't he use his pen! Liu Ting walked to Dong Shanshan's side and asked softly.

Dong Shanshan also frowned slightly, shook her head lightly and said, "I don't know, maybe I'm thinking, right?" ”

Liu Ting nodded when she heard this, and then continued to look at Tang Zui, who was still on stage with his eyes closed.

In fact, Tang Zui is thinking about it, this girl is clearly pretending to be 'forced'...

"Xiaoxin, you said that if I took out that song, would it be very 'awesome'?"

"Boss, that's a must! You don't look at who wrote it either! ”

"Hahaha! Xiaoxin, good, insightful! ”

"That's it, don't look at who my boss is?"

"Quack, low-key and low-key, I'll be embarrassed if you say that, quack!"

"Boss, you don't have to be embarrassed, I don't have any merit in this spirit, there is only one, that is, I like to tell the truth, boss, it's not that I praise you, you are indeed very awesome, I will treat you with two words: I obey!"

"Quack, low-key and low-key!"

"But, boss, why don't you write? Aren't those people almost finished? ”

"Xiaoxin, you don't understand this, do you? This awesome guy is always the last to appear, you know? Therefore, you must calm down and not be in a hurry, just like the ancients said, 'When people are in a hurry, it is easy to take too big a step, and if a step is too big, it is easy to pull the egg' You know? ”

"Oh, I know, I know, the boss is worthy of being the boss, far-sighted, far-sighted, old 'traitor'... Oh, no, it's cunning, admiration and admiration! ”

"Low-key and low-key, you just know, I'm a very low-key person, quack!"

"But, what, boss, I want to ask, there are too many poems about snow, which one are you going to write?"

"You don't know?"

"Well, boss, you didn't tell me, did you?"

"I'm next to the Olympics, forget it, you'll know when the time comes, I must hate to slap these people in the face of the association!"

"Yes! Boss, I believe in you! Come on! Step up your game! ”

.....

Tang drunk with closed eyes is like this.

And just when Tang was drunk and closed his eyes to recuperate, many people in the Writers' Association had already pretended to have a flash of inspiration, and then immediately splashed ink and began to write their poems on rice paper.

This scene surprised many people, and many people left messages in the online message area of the poetry club, such as "Teacher Tang write quickly, the 'flowers' I waited for are thanked and bloomed again", what "Tang is drunk, Jiang Lang is exhausted, and he can't write" and so on, there are different opinions and discussions.

And at this moment, Sun Fan, who had already communicated with Dong Shanshan, returned to the stage, and then his voice sounded: "Oh, it seems that someone has already written it, so we will invite the first teacher?" ”

As Sun Fan's voice fell, the camera shifted the focus to the stage again, focusing on the members of the Writers' Association who had already written.

After more than a dozen members of the Writers' Association glanced at each other after hearing Sun Fan's voice, Chen Bingsheng picked up the rice paper on the table, walked out, and said, "Hehe, since everyone is not willing to be the first to come on stage, I will come first, and it can be regarded as throwing bricks and attracting 'jade' for everyone." ”

As he spoke, he spread out the rice paper, and when the two hosts saw this, they immediately took the rice paper from Chen Bingsheng's hand, and then slowly opened it.

After opening it, Chen Bingsheng stood aside, holding the microphone in one hand, pointing to the words on the rice paper, stabilizing his mind, and slowly speaking: "I wrote a poem, the name of the poem - "Qingping Le-Snow Night Sijun". ”

After finishing speaking, he read it out sentence by sentence:

"Don't go through the years, think about the sadness."

"The letterhead left behind disturbs the heart, and the snow 'flowers' outside the window are filled."

"The 'yin' and yang sound are unfounded, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning to the road."

"Thinking is just like winter snow, drifting farther and farther alive."

After reading it, Zhang Xin was the first to applaud, stood up and exclaimed: "Good words! ”

Another member of the Writers' Association also stood up and praised: "Chairman Chen's words are really getting more and more 'refined'!" ”

"Yes! Chairman Chen's poem integrates his thoughts about his mentor into it, thinking of Jun on a snowy night, sincere and touching! ”

While several members of the Writers' Association expressed their opinions, the audience below also burst into applause, whether they understood it or not, they all looked 'excited', as if everyone was moved by the deep emotions contained in this poem.

The two hosts also touted a few words on the stage, and then introduced them to some viewers and listeners in the words, because the audience can't see it after all, this is also to take care of the face of Jingbo, "This is the new chairman of our Tianjing Writers Association, the new work of Chen Bingsheng Chen, the leader of the Tianjing poetry circle, is really touching!" Not only is the word good, but this calligraphy is also worth learning! ”

Chen Bingsheng seemed to be still immersed in the feeling of this poem, and took a deep breath before slowly speaking: "This poem is dedicated to my deceased teacher, to be honest, the most important people in my heart are not my parents, but my teacher, because without my teacher, there would be no me today, although his old man has passed away, but I believe that he will be able to feel my thoughts about him!" ”

Everyone was moved by Chen Bingsheng's superb performance when they heard Chen Bingsheng's words, and everyone was moved in their hearts, and even some people couldn't help but start voting for Chen Bingsheng.

Tang Zui's eyes widened, looking at all this, a little 'foggy', and muttered: "I'm the second Ao! This can also be done? ”