The president of the Poetry Association was talking happily with Sun Dongyu, and a piece of paper suddenly came to him.

The guild was instinctively impatient, but his gaze stayed on the piece of paper.

I'm older, and I can't see things that are too close to see clearly.

The president pushed the hand away, and took out his reading glasses.

He slowly put on his reading glasses, and then took the piece of paper.

Three poems were written on a blank piece of paper.

Although he hadn't seen it yet, the president chuckled.

"People now, all the contributions have been submitted to me!"

Sun Dongyu on the side also sneered.

"Some people are like this, there is no real material, but the side door is very powerful!"

The president took the paper between the two and said:

"It just so happens that you're also there, let's take a look at the two of us!"

"Let's take a look!"

Sun Dongyu also came over.

Both of them looked at the paper at the same time.

The next moment, the eyes of the two changed.

Originally, their faces were full of sneer, but now they were all shocked.

Without him, just by the name of the first line of the paper.

Notes!

Sun Dongyu let out a low snort.

"It turned out to be written by a note!"

He was still marveling at the author of the poem, and the chairman on the side was already looking back.

"Mid-Autumn Festival!"

It turned out to be a song!

Yes, the Gui Ling is the name of the song brand, not the name of the word brand.

There are few people who write ancient poems now! Write fewer words!

And the people who write the music are even rarer!

The president gave a sigh of applause.

"I can't imagine that this notemaker will write a song today!"

The point is that people not only write, but also write so well!

"Lao Tzu sings, in order to ask Chang'e,"

"How about a good night, how about not getting drunk?"

Sun Dongyu repeated this last sentence, and his eyes became deep.

He seemed to be able to feel the author's pride!

The author sings and dances to the moon, just willing to ask Chang'e in the moon, such a beautiful night, so touching!

Here and now, why not indulge?

This kind of pride! This kind of talent really made Sun Dongyu praise!

Sun Dongyu and the chairman glanced at each other, and they both saw a slow look of amazement from each other.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time to continue looking.

The second one!

There is no title, only that the author is a laughing student.

Looking at the name, a trace of confusion appeared on the president's face.

"Where did this poet come from?"

Sun Dongyu on the side explained:

"I know a little bit about this guy, he has also participated in our association's essay contest before and won the third place. But then he turned around and went writing web novels. ”

"Writing web novels?"

The president's face was strange.

There is also a chain of contempt in literary circles.

Poets are naturally the highest level of existence, and web novels? Can that be called literature?

The president instinctively despised this poem and Xiaoxiaosheng.

But when he looked down, he was stunned.

"When the treasure mirror rises in the sky, the fairy in the clouds is silent. The equinox is full of rounds, and the clouds are bright for a long time. ”

This poem is well written!

The purity and beauty of the moon, the solemnity of the moonrise, are fully displayed in a few lines of poetry.

But Sun Dongyu said in a deep voice:

"I'm not done yet!"

Look at the rhythm of this poem, it is obviously a seven-word poem, it should be fifty-six words, this is only twenty-eight words!

Moreover, poets write poems, and they always support things and words!

The poem is written in the whole way, but it lacks a bit of central idea.

So Sun Dongyu concluded that the poem was not finished.

The president said casually:

"Anyway, it's just an online novel author, it's good to be able to write this kind of poetry, there's no need to be too strict."

Is this poem just good?

Of course not, although this is a broken poem, it is enough to crush a large number of today's poets!

It's just that this poem is incomplete, and compared with the song above, it is indeed worse.

President said:

"Let's keep looking!"

Who's going to look at it?

Wang Yan!!

Seeing this name, Sun Dongyu's expression became more and more excited.

He once said that there are eight buckets of talent in the world, Wang Yan and Jian Sao share one burden, and the rest still owe two buckets.

Although this is an exaggeration, it also shows that Sun Dongyu is optimistic about these two.

Unexpectedly, today these two actually wrote works at the same time!

What a gratifying blessing!

Sun Dongyu took the joy of the child getting a double New Year's money and looked at the poem written by Wang Yan.

At this glance, his breathing became more and more rapid.

"The word!"

Sun Dongyu snatched the paper from the chairman's hand and walked quickly to the stage.

He doesn't look like an eighty-year-old man.

Sun Dongyu's sudden action instantly attracted the attention of a large number of people.

"Old Sun, what's wrong? Why are you so excited? ”

"Could it be that someone offended Elder Sun?"

"I don't know!"

Just when everyone was puzzled, the next scene stunned them.

I saw the president, who was also in his eighties, waving his reading glasses in his hand and chasing after Sun Dongyu.

"Old Sun, slow down! I haven't finished reading it yet! ”

"Show me it first!"

As soon as he saw the upper part of the word, the paper was snatched away by Sun Dongyu.

What is the difference between Sun Dongyu's approach and those dog thieves who are out of context?

The president only felt a hundred claws scratching his heart!

He read the word in his heart, and his pace grew faster and faster.

The president, Sun Dongyu, and the two rushed straight onto the stage as soon as they caught up.

The stage was still performing cabaret performances, but it was all ruined by these two people.

The point is, no one has dared to stop them yet.

Not only because of the special identities of the two, but also because they are both in their eighties.

Not only can't you stop it, but you have to go up and ask, 'Are you okay?'

As soon as Sun Dongyu came on stage, he directly snatched the singer's microphone, and the little girl who sang was quite speechless.

The chairman on the side did not show weakness, and kept waving his hand to the backstage.

"Turn off the music!"

After the two of them did all this, they stood in front of the stage.

The whole venue was silent!

Hundreds of people, looking at the two of them like this,

At this time, Sun Dongyu held up the paper in his hand and said to everyone:

"Friends of the Poetry Association, friends who love poetry! I'm glad to see you all during the Mid-Autumn Festival, this special festival. ”

"The Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club has always been a very important poetry meeting of our Poetry Association, and in the past, we would hold an exchange activity of fighting poetry on top of the Poetry Club."

"But today, allow me Sun Dongyu to act arbitrarily once!"

He held up the piece of paper in his hand.

"I think the first of this year, just give me this word in my hand!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire venue exploded.

"Why! Haven't you compared? ”

"Shady, absolutely shady!"

"Even if Elder Sun is the patriarch of our Poetry Association, he can't be so rude!"

As soon as the restless voice started, the president of the Poetry Association standing next to Sun Dongyu took the microphone.