As soon as Wang Yang said this, everyone stopped crowding, Fu Haidong sneered, and he handed the written poem to a friend next to him, Er Dongchen.

After he got the poem, he immediately recited it in a very magnetic voice - "The Sea and Shoes".

"I want to take you to wander, will you go with me to the ends of the earth? I write love poems, you sing love songs, and dream together, okay?

Give you the sun and the moon, and give you flowers and crowns, and give me your heart, okay?

……

I want to take you to elope

Is it okay to go to the sea and rotten rocks?

You are the wind, I am the sand

Is it okay to wander together? ”

After reciting "The Sea and Shoes" in frustration, the writers at the scene couldn't help but nod their heads.

Fu Haidong applauded himself and led a group of people to applaud.

"Good! Well written! ”

"The great god Fu Haidong really deserves to be called the 'poet of the sea', this poem is really beautifully written, especially the last two sentences, you are the wind and I am the sand, is it okay to drift together, this poem is really well written!"

"It seems that the great god Fu Haidong is going to win."

Wang Yang touched his nose, he stood up after writing, pouted and responded to the people around him: "The last two sentences are well written, it feels like - you are the wind, I am the sand, lingering, to the end of the world~"

When everyone heard this, they were a little surprised, Wang Yang casually adapted Fu Haidong's poems, and actually sang beautiful and gorgeous.

"Uh......" Wang Yang remembered, there is no Aunt Jingyao in this world, and there is no "Huanzhu Gege", so there is no divine comedy like "You Are the Wind, I am Sand".

None of this was important, he picked up his own poems and began to recite them.

"Ahem, don't applaud."

......A group of people on the side of the blood condensation began to applaud loudly, and the applause was very loud, which immediately led to the applause of the audience, and suddenly broke the victory atmosphere that Fu Haidong had deliberately created just now.

Wang Yang deeply understands one thing: there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts.

He had to admit that Fu Haidong's poetry was good, very beautiful, and at the level of a writer, but it was not enough to become a classic, because it had no connotation.

There is a song that is a classic of sea lyric poetry, and Wang Yang feels that there is no more infectious sentiment in this world than this sea lyric poem.

"Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming."

After the applause, Wang Yang gently read out these eight words, he deliberately paused for a while, everyone just heard the title of these eight words, savored it, they had a very beautiful artistic conception.

"From tomorrow, be a happy person, feed horses, chop wood, and travel the world."

When Xuecong heard this, he had a special feeling.

"From tomorrow onwards, care about grain and vegetables."

The editors on the editor-in-chief 314 couldn't help but nodded, they just listened to two sentences, and they felt that this song "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" has a high artistic conception, which is completely beyond a kind of lingering lyrical level of Wang Yang's satirical Fu Haidong.

"I have a house facing the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming."

When Wang Yang read out the third sentence, the scene was quiet, and everyone was breathing, listening to what was next, and the poem had completely immersed them.

"From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate with every loved one."

"Tell them about my happiness."

After Wang Yang recited these two lines of poetry affectionately, there was actually an author next to him who took off his glasses, his eyes were ruddy, and he already wanted to cry, but he suppressed the inner feelings driven by this song, and did not want to disturb the artistic conception and emotions of everyone tasting this poem.

"What the blissful lightning told me, I will tell everybody."

"Give every river and every mountain a warm name."

Hearing this, Xuening took two deep breaths to suppress an excited emotion in his heart, he looked at Wang Yang, and couldn't believe that this poem was written from the heart of an 18-year-old young man, and he didn't believe that such a poem with an emotional life environment would be written by such a young man.

He looked at the crowd, they were already conquered by this poem, they were breathing heavily, suppressing the emotions and memories that were driven, and they all stared at Wang Yang tightly with their breathing, eager to hear him recite the back.

"Stranger, I also bless you, may you have a bright future."

"May you have a lover and eventually become married."

After Wang Yang read this, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, and their emotions got a sense of relief and openness.

Yes, everyone has so many regrets in their lives, but we should not bless or be relieved.

"May you be blessed on earth."

After Wang Yang recited this sentence, he took a deep breath, his eyes were a little moist, he thought of his past and present lives, thought of some regrets, and thought of the tragedy of Haizi, the author of this poem, who committed suicide after writing it.

But he was still very emotional, and he generously raised his head and recited the last sentence: "I only wish to face the sea and warm spring...... Flowers bloom. ”

Quiet, quiet, still quiet, silent, silent.

After more than 20 seconds, Editor-in-Chief 314 took the lead in applauding and shouting: "Good! Good poetry! ”

"Good!"

"Whoa......

"Oh my God! It's the most sentimental sea lyric I've ever heard. ”

"yes, I can't stop crying."

"Great God Wang Yang, can you explain to us when this poem was written?"

When Wang Yang heard someone ask, he slapped the table angrily and shouted: "When did something come out, didn't you see it when I wrote the poem just now?" ”

"Are you really writing poetry on the spot?" Xuecong's eyes widened, and he, like everyone else, couldn't believe that this was Wang Yang's impromptu poem.

"Nonsense, if any of you want to doubt me again, I'll turn my face!" Wang Yang stood on the stool with one foot, stretched out his palm to deal with Haidong very embarrassed, and said, "Come on, ugly, give me five million." ”

"No, it can't be, this must not be a poem you made on the spot! No, you must have memorized the poems written by others, you are a liar, you lied to everyone, you lied to me! Fu Haidong said excitedly, he was also immersed in the poetic conception of "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" just now, he already knew in his heart that this poem was definitely a masterpiece, but he would never admit defeat, and he would never believe that this was a poem written by Wang Yang.

When everyone heard Fu Haidong say this, they all booed a little, and some of the gods who were moved just now couldn't help but be sarcastic.

Lao Wang: "Oh, we finally saw what it means to be shameless today." ”

Sniper: "Yes, yes, I took a look at Baidu, and there is no phrase at all in the eight words 'facing the sea, spring flowers blooming', so this must be a poem written by Wang Yang." ”

Blood coagulation: "Fu Haidong, if you want to pay the bill, get out of here, don't disgust us here." ”

The three great gods said such cruel words, Fu Haidong was completely speechless, he knew that he had nothing to do to make up for it if he stayed, so he simply snorted coldly, turned around and walked away.

Wang Yang deliberately sighed and said: "I hope you will write a letter to clarify this matter later, I don't want that ugly guy to reverse black and white, hey...... I'm also drunk, and I actually believe that he will give me five million! ”

In fact, Wang Yang knew that when he took out this poem, Fu Haidong would definitely repay the debt, but no matter how much he relied on the debt, he would have no way to mix it up in the online literature circle, because he was so ugly at the annual meeting, basically it was difficult for all the gods to speak for him anymore.

He doesn't want to close the pen, and he is bound to fall into the godhead. (To be continued.) )