The scene fell silent for a moment.

Then someone clicked and exclaimed: "Wonderful! ”

This admiration is like opening a floodgate, allowing everyone to begin to vent their exclamation.

For many middle-aged people, this poem is really lethal.

It is only after a certain age that I occasionally feel such feelings.

Yao Saburo said half-emotionally and half-sighing: "This sentence is melancholy to read, and even more sad to taste." ”

Cui Jue looked at Yu Hai with a strange gaze: "I have long heard that the whale fall poem is a must, but I didn't expect it to be a golden sentence casually." ”

Mi Hua looked a little surprised: "I really can't imagine that such a poem comes from the mouth of a young man in his twenties. ”

Tang Lin took this poem in his mouth and read it carefully for a while, before finally looking at Yu Hai with bright eyes: "Sometimes I really feel that in Xiaoluo's body in his twenties, there is a soul that has gone through vicissitudes. ”

Lin Wenze's face was confused for a while, and he answered casually: "After all, he has experienced so much. ”

Someone sighed: "Yes, it has nothing to do with experience, it has to do with experience." ”

“……”

I don't know if it's because the mood of the poem itself is sluggish.

The atmosphere at the scene was actually a little sad.

However, the barrage in the live broadcast room is still lively, and the 6 pieces have been brushed over:

"Awesome, my fall!"

"This sentence is the best tonight!"

"I want to say that Whale Fall came up with such a sentence, which is really a bit of a cannon to hit mosquitoes."

"Don't talk about martial arts!"

“……”

The young lady in charge of controlling the field hurriedly mobilized the atmosphere: "Let's stop here for this topic, I don't think anyone can write a better poem than Teacher Whalefall." ”

"Yes, yes."

"Whoever can write better, I will immediately worship him as a teacher!"

Naturally, everyone has no opinion.

The young lady then continued: "The second topic, it's a pity that my writing is mediocre......"

As soon as she finished reading it, the young lady couldn't help but smile and said, "This question is not suitable for all the teachers here!" ”

Not to mention the three word gods here, even other composers, many of them have written lyrics for their works, and their writing is not bad.

The barrage in the live broadcast room burst into laughter:

"Laughing to death, mediocre word gods!"

"I will, but it's a pity that my writing is mediocre, otherwise I would have to give you two sentences."

"It hurt me to stop saying that my writing was mediocre."

"From now on, mediocre writing may be a compliment."

“……”

At the scene, many people showed expressions of interest.

Tang Lin rolled his eyes and pointed at Whale Fall and said, "I remember that Whale Fall once said that he was ordinary, come and come, and now you are showing us the use of the word mediocre writing." ”

When the others heard this, they couldn't help but look at Yu Hai, and they all felt a little unbearable.

God is ordinary, the writing is mediocre, do these two words really have anything to do with whale fall?

When Yu Hai heard this, he could only smile helplessly, copied a sentence casually, and sighed: "It's a pity that my writing is mediocre, I can't write a shock, and the world is not full of sadness." ”

This continuation is not amazing.

However, with the character design of the whale fall, it makes people feel a sense of absurdity.

Can't write?

How could it not be written?

You've written so much.

Say it again now.

What is it?

This is Versailles at its highest level!

Tang Lin laughed and continued casually: "It's a pity that my writing is mediocre, and I can't write about the talent of the whale." ”

Others also played:

"It's a pity that my writing is mediocre, I can't tell his eyebrows and eyes, I only sigh that smile is like the moon in my arms, and I am fascinated by thousands of xia skirts and moons."

"It's a pity that my writing is mediocre, so I have to sigh that my son is unparalleled, and Lang Yan is unique."

"It's a pity that my writing is mediocre, and the heart of the hard-to-read teenager is ravine, and the eyebrows are mountains and rivers. I only saw the clouds full of paper, and the jade autumn frost. ”

“……”

Barrage –

"Hey, hey, is this a confession?"

"Just came, is this a whale fall fan meeting?"

"These people, touted people, are also a set."

"If the whale falls, you all have merit."

"The little drop is ashamed!"

“……”

Yu Hai's face did not change color and his heart did not beat throughout the whole process, but he only thought that these people were not talking about himself.

After laughing for a while, Yao Saburo complained: "These topics are too unchallenging. ”

Tang Lin nodded in agreement: "Indeed, literary and artistic young people can come to a couple of sentences at will." ”

Cui Jue was a little speechless: "Is this your way of showing off in the lyric world?" ”

"It's not like we're showing off!" Another lyricist, Zhou Hua, smiled implicitly: "It's really not interesting to play like this." ”

Mi Hua raised his eyebrows: "Then what do you want?" ”

Zhou Huayin groaned slightly, and suddenly pointed to the food everyone was eating and said, "That's it, let's take the food in our hands as one!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the three word gods agreed with each other, but the others shook their heads one after another.

"You who are engaged in writing, you like to do everything you don't."

"You can't write words, you can make tunes!"

"No, I want to recuperate, I can't spend too much brain cells!"

"I think you're lazy and don't want to play a musical instrument."

"I just don't want to move."

"No, it's just a good time for everyone to move their muscles and bones as a warm-up before the game."

"Whale fall, you can give everyone a sample!"

Suddenly hearing his name, Yu Hai was a little dazed.

He was laughing with everyone and watching the word god and Qu Dad scolding each other, why was he suddenly affected by the pond fish.

"What?"

"How about writing a poem for everyone with the food in your hand?"

Not so good!

Yu Hai looked at the crab he was dialing in his hand, and only felt a group of alpacas rushing by.

Before he could say anything about refusal, Zhou Huayin smiled and said, "Isn't it too simple for you?" ”

As he spoke, he seemed to feel that it made sense, and touched his chin and muttered, "Also, how about we add another restriction and write a love poem?" ”

Yu Hai: "......"

He began to think carefully about whether he had offended these word gods.

In the barrage, everyone looked at Yu Hai's speechless expression, and they all made happy expressions:

"Writing love poems with crabs is worthy of you, Zhou Shen."

"There's a good show!"

"Whale Fall: MMP!"

"It's not simple: my love for you, like a crab, runs rampant."

"The brother in front is a great talent."

“……”

Yu Hai looked up and found that everyone was watching a good show, and he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

He naturally knew that people didn't really embarrass him.

Even if he can't do it, people will think of ways to round him up.

Even if he can't write it, it won't damage his image as a talented man all along.

Even everyone was quite happy to see him look embarrassed.

In this way, the live broadcast will also be better.

It can also be regarded as a preventive shot for everyone in advance.

Let netizens understand that Whale Fall is a human being, not a god, and there is no need to deify him.

In this competition, he will do his best, but there is a limit to what can be done by manpower.

However, Yu Hai was unwilling to follow everyone's script.

He smiled in his heart, these people are naïve.

He can't write it himself, but he can copy it!

As soon as his mind turned, he thought of a poem.

"Okay!"

He agreed with a slight reluctance.

Then, in the expectant, curious, and ridiculous eyes of everyone, he slowly continued to peel the crab meat in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"The crab is peeling my shell,"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, thinking that this sentence sounded strange.

Is this reversal of the guest of honor?

Yu Hai didn't care about everyone's expressions, and continued to chatter:

"The notebook is writing me."

"I fell on the snowflakes on the maple leaves."

"And you're thinking about me."

After reading it, Yu Hai stuffed the crab meat into his mouth and ate it sweetly.

There was silence.

A group of people were there either stunned or confused.

Barrage:

"What do you mean?"

"I don't understand!"

"Which big guy will explain it to us?"

"Laugh to death, what the hell is this!"

"Actually, if you can't write it, you can't write it."

“……”

At the scene, some people already felt that the whale fell because of the failure of the fork.

Just when many people were frowning and meditating, how to help the whale fall round, Zhou Huayin, one of the gods of words, suddenly gave the whale a thumbs up: "It's so well written!" ”

The other two also smiled in admiration.

Tang Lin: "The first time I heard it was amazing, I savored it, but it was extraordinarily poignant." ”

Yao Sanlang: "Something like a crab that has no artistic conception at all, can be written so beautifully, whale falling, amazing!" ”

This reaction is different from what they thought!

Many are even more at a loss.

Isn't this really forcibly embarrassing?

At this time, the young lady who had been paying attention to the barrage immediately found the right time to stand up: "Several teachers, the barrage sent by the sailors all said that they couldn't read this poem, is it convenient to explain it to everyone here?" ”

"Naturally."

Yao Saburo didn't let him speak: "Actually, do you think this poem is very strange when you first read it, and it is particularly awkward to read?" ”

Quite a few people nodded.

Yao Saburo explained: "It's actually an upside-down song. This art form has actually been around for a long time, and Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs" has used such a technique. ”

Some people couldn't help but show expressions that were unconscious.

It turns out that this poem can still be so exquisite?

Yao Saburo continued: "Returning to the poem itself, the normal order should be: I am peeling the shell of a crab, I am writing a notebook, the maple leaves are all over the sky, and snowflakes are falling on me. ”

"So, the last sentence is what the author really wants to express: I'm thinking about you."

Many people showed expressions of sudden realization.

Is that what the poem means?

But there are still some people who don't quite understand, so it seems, this poem is very ordinary!

I don't think it's amazing!

So what are the three gods of words praising in praise?

Thinking like this, Yao Saburo showed a meaningful smile: "So, do you think, why should the whale fall be written upside down?" (End of chapter)