"I agree with Lao Sun!"

"I've also decided to give the first word to this one!"

The president's slightly aged voice echoed throughout the hall.

Many people at the scene stood up, their faces full of surprise.

"Crazy! It's all crazy! ”

"I didn't expect the president to openly engage in shady! Our Poetry Association is finished! ”

"So what's the point of me coming to this party?"

Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting! One of the three major poetry clubs in China! It is an important platform for countless poets to show their talents.

Many people compose a poem half a year or even years in advance, just to be able to show their skills today.

However, first a Sun Dongyu emerged because he was old and old, and he wanted to act arbitrarily!

And the president of the Poetry Association standing next to him even supported Sun Dongyu's decision.

The two of them are openly engaged in shady scenes!

Is this still worth it?

Lu Bowen looked at the two old men on the stage with a surprised face.

"Black! It's so dark! ”

He felt that he was shady, it was dark enough, and he couldn't imagine that there was anyone darker than him.

He Lu Bowen is behind his back, playing some conspiracy.

Sun Dongyu and the president, the two old guys, actually came on the spot!

Really, the smaller one is more yin than the other.

The old one is stronger than the other!

Zhen Shen was also full of grief and indignation.

"These two old guys, so shameless!"

In the past, others said that he was shameless, and he couldn't imagine that there was a mountain and a mountain high! Ginger is still old and spicy!

At this time, Sun Dongyu on the stage heard the following discussion, and he continued:

"I'll pronounce it right now!"

"If you still have any objections after listening, then..."

The president said in a deep voice:

"Then hold it!"

Sun Dongyu gave a thumbs up to the president.

Right! Just hold on!

If you can't appreciate this poem, you won't even be qualified to stay in the Poetry Society.

These two attitudes of the two made everyone in the audience more and more confused.

What kind of poem is this, which makes the two bigwigs of the association pay so much attention?

Fortunately, Sun Dongyu did not continue to sell Guanzi, he unfolded the poem and read it slowly:

"When will the bright moon be there?"

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. ”

One sentence instantly quieted everyone present.

This song is interesting, ask a question at the beginning!

"There is an obsession with this question, an inexplicable elegance!"

"Treat Qingtian as a friend and ask each other about wine! What a pride! ”

Just one sentence convinced half of the people present.

This sentence fully shows the author's pride, that elegant.

A picture appeared in everyone's minds, someone stood in the attic, holding a glass of wine in his hand, looking up at the bright moon, and asking the sky!

When they thought of that kind of picture, everyone couldn't help but feel excited.

"I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is too cold."

I want to fly to the Moon Palace in the wind, but I am afraid that the Qionglou Yuyu there is too tall and can't stand the cold there.

Ride the wind back!

Floating, chic!

Sun Dongyu's voice lengthened, and his tone became more tactful.

"Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world. Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. ”

"There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. ”

His voice grew louder and louder, but the voice of the venue grew quieter and quieter.

Everyone was immersed in the picture created by the poem, and they couldn't help themselves.

Even if it was Lu Bowen, who was indignant, Zhen Shen was full of contemplation at the moment.

The level of this poem is so high that it completely crushes them.

They can't even get the slightest jealousy.

But that's not the end of the song.

Sun Dongyu's tone became more and more erratic, like clouds in the sky.

He wants to use this feeling of reading aloud to experience the ethereal feeling of life.

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles."

As soon as this sentence came out, many people sat down in despair.

As soon as this autumn word comes out, the rest of the words are wasted!

The people present did not even have the courage to read out their works.

On the stage, Sun Dongyu took a deep breath and said:

"I repeat, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is the first to give Wang Yan this "Water Tune Song Head"! How is it? ”

Where do the people in the audience dare to refute, and where are they still qualified to refute?

"Yes! I agree! ”

"I didn't expect it to be written by Wang Yan! Sun Lao said this name earlier, and I would not object to it. ”

"Don't talk about this year, it's no problem to give this song in the future!"

"Didn't Wang Yan come? Is that okay? ”

"Everyone has written this poem, do you still need to come? If it were me, I'd give the bonus pennant to someone's house! ”

A "Water Tune Song Head", who can say that he wrote it better than this one?

Who dares to compete with Wang Yan for the first place in this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting.

Although others didn't come, they didn't even take the initiative to contribute.

But the reputation of the Poetry Association, for the benefit of the Chinese poetry community, they also want to send this first place to each other.

Lu Bowen, who was sitting in the corner, Zhen Shen's face was full of deplorability.

Being crushed by others has made the two of them extremely uncomfortable.

It is their enemies who crush them!

This made them even more ashamed and angry.

The two looked at each other, lowered their heads and drank sullen wine.

On the stage, Sun Dongyu and Chairman Sun Dongyu slowly walked off the stage.

Sun Dongyu's ass had just touched the chair, and he looked at the president as if he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, didn't you just say that you wanted to use the work you wrote to teach the king of Jiansao a lesson?"

"Why didn't you miss your work just now?"

The elder blushed.

"What's the last lesson? You remember wrong! When people are old, they should retire! How can you run all day to teach people! ”

Sun Dongyu didn't care about these quibbles, he still asked:

"And what about the words you wrote?"

The president waved his hand irritably.

"Didn't write it!"

Ask so much for what!

......

Everyone in the Poetry Association has been suppressed by Shen Yu's three poems.

Shen Yu probably didn't expect that he didn't even participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, and he inexplicably won an award.

He is still in the kitchen, watching Xin Zixin's live broadcast and cooking at the same time!

Because of his previous poems, the popularity of the live broadcast room was once high.

However, because there is no leverage, the popularity has always remained at about 30 million.

In the live broadcast of Sailfish, there are almost 10,000 people when one million popularity is converted into viewers.

30 million, that is, 300,000 people.

This data is not accurate, but it also reflects Xin Zixin's current popularity, which is still quite good.

Shen Yu cut the vegetables, sent one or two barrages from time to time, and asked:

"Miss Xin, when are you going home, I'm good at stir-frying!"

He originally asked casually, but Xin Zixin saw it at a glance.