The proposer's voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder to the ears of everyone.

Scene.

Feng Qi was the first to stand up, his voice a little excited: "Okay!" This proposition is good! ”

Zhu Han also praised: "That's right, such a topic is really meaningful." ”

The other members of the Shanshui Society also nodded their heads.

As for the live broadcast room, after netizens heard the voice of the proposition officer, they set off another heat wave.

The barrage is dense.

"That's a topic that I like!"

"The proposition officer is mighty."

"It's great to keep up with the times."

"When I saw this photo, my heart was really tumbling, but I couldn't express it. So I was pleasantly surprised by the proposition's official title. ”

"Ahh

“……”

The host took control of the scene at the right time and said with a smile: "Okay, since everyone has no opinions, then the topic of our third poetry exchange meeting has been decided." It's just that: write a poem about a photo on a big screen. The time limit is 30 minutes. After 30 minutes, all the guests who participated in the exchange immediately stopped creating, and then we announced the works one by one. ”

When talking.

There are already on-site staff who have projected photos onto the screen.

Under a huge screen.

Everyone can even read the tears in the eyes of the gray-haired old man, which also makes the impact of the photo stronger.

Whether it was the scene or the live broadcast room, everyone's hearts were touched again.

The host took a deep breath and said, "Let's go!" ”

In the next second, a one-and-a-half-hour countdown appeared on the screen.

Whether it is the guest of the Shanshui Club or the talented anchor of Douyin, he immediately entered the state of creation.

Someone immediately rushed to write a book, apparently inspired.

Others stared at the photo and muttered words.

Someone closed with a serious expression on his face.

Live room in the West Building.

Wang Mo's expression was extremely complicated, because when he saw the photos recommended by netizens, he spontaneously felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.

There is no doubt that the emotions expressed in this photograph are: anticipation, longing, sustenance, longing......

What to expect?

What are you missing?

What do you sustenance and crave?

Go without saying.

And after these emotions were condensed together, Wang Mo's mind had naturally condensed into two words: nostalgia!

It was "Homesickness" that he learned in textbooks when he was a child!

The illustrations in the textbook are almost exactly the same as this photo, the same gray-haired old man, the same looking across the sea, and the same undeniable emotions in his eyes......

"So, what could be more appropriate than 'Homesickness' for the poem of this photo?"

Wang Mo muttered to himself.

It seems that he can save a silver treasure chest.

Not to mention that this poem already exists in "100 Modern Poems". Even if he wasn't there, that deep-rooted memory made it easy for Wang Mo to recite it.

He closed his eyes, and the poem "Homesickness" clearly appeared in his mind.

Tick.

Tick.

Minutes and seconds passed.

When the half-hour countdown was almost over, most of the guests and talented anchors of the Shanshui Club had already put down their pens.

Only Wang Mo was still with his eyes closed and motionless.

The barrage flies.

"Oh my God, West House has been thinking about it for so long?"

"Is it uninspired?"

"No way, if there is no inspiration in the West Building, then no one is inspired."

"I said everyone: Could the West Building be sleeping?"

"Phew! On such a serious occasion, can you sleep in the West Building? He must have been thinking about how to convey the emotions in the photo with the best words possible. ”

"Yes, yes, the longer he thinks about it, the more he attaches importance to the third poem."

"Woo, Xilou is so powerful, and he works so hard, I'm going to cry again."

“……”

But actually.

Wang Mo was indeed sleeping.

How else?

Let him be in front of the camera for half an hour?

Anyway, he was wearing a mask, and outsiders couldn't tell whether he was closing his eyes and recuperating or going to see Zhou Gong. There is no way, he has slept too late in the past few days, and his sleeping time is seriously insufficient, so he can take a rest at this moment, just so that he can have a better state in the future.

Until the time is coming to an end.

Yuan Xiongcai shouted in the headset: "Amer, get up!" ”

Others can't see that Wang Mo is sleeping, but Yuan Xiong can't see it?

For Wang Mo's understanding, there is no second person in the world who is familiar with Yuan Xiong. As soon as this guy pouted his ass, Yuan Xiong knew if he was going to shit or fart.

"Oh!"

Wang Mo was thrilled and opened his eyes.

One glance at the countdown, there were only two minutes left.

Without further ado.

Wang Mo picked up the pen on the table and began to write.

Brush Brush Brush!

A few seconds before the countdown stopped, he put down his pen and let out a long sigh of relief.

This scene stunned a group of netizens.

", stuck point creation?"

"I'll just say that the West Building is closing his eyes and thinking about inspiration, right?"

"Heheda, someone actually said he was sleeping!"

"Oh my God, I opened my eyes at the last moment and wrote poems at the last moment, I was so handsome!"

"This is the sharpening of the knife and the chopping of wood, full thinking, only then can the inspiration gush out."

"What is written?"

"I can't see it!"

“……”

Wang Mo's pen had just been put down.

The countdown on the big screen is over.

The host's voice immediately sounded: "When the time comes, please stop creating." Now, let's take a look at what kind of good work everyone has created. ”

The first is a member of the Shanshui Society.

This man wrote a seven-character quatrain called "Longing".

The short four-line poem vividly expresses the old man's desire to go home in the photo.

"Well written."

"Longing to go home, yes, the mainland is home."

"Not bad, not bad."

“……”

The second is a talented anchor.

He wrote a modern poem called "Love on the Other Side".

The quality of this modern poem, to be honest, is still worrying. These talented anchors are not good at all, and they are improvised, so the poems they write have almost no connotation.

However, even so, the crowd still burst into applause.

The barrage is still praised.

Without him!

With this heart, it is enough!

Then.

3rd place.

Fourth place.

This exchange meeting did not have the confrontation and hostility of the previous two exchange meetings, nor did it have a tense scene. There is just the passion and blood in everyone's heart.

Each of them expressed the meaning in their photographs in their own words.

In the barrage, many people saw tears in their eyes.

"Perhaps, this is the real meaning of the poetry exchange, right?"

"Definitely, yes."

"One photograph reveals so many different emotions. There is sentimentality, there is passion, there is passion, there is melancholy...... Every emotion is so real. ”

“……”

Then.

Feng Qi and Zhu Han also showed their works.

Feng Qi wrote a five-character quatrain called "Gaze".

Zhu Han wrote a poem called "The Way Home".

The two are worthy of two guns, and the quality of the two works far exceeds the others. Especially Zhu Han's "The Way Home", many netizens were moved to listen to it.

In addition to being moved, everyone's hearts were also shocked.

No one thought that just a simple photo could write so many poems.

Soon, though.

All eyes were on one person: the West Building!

The host's voice rang out: "Next, West Building." ”

All eyes on you!

Even Feng Qi and Zhu Han subconsciously held their breath.

In the first scene, two poems amazed the audience.

In the second scene, "Persuasion Poems" swept the whole network.

And what about today's third one?

In the third scene, what kind of works will be brought to the West Building?

Especially after dozens of poems have been written in a photo, and all kinds of feelings have been written, can the West Building still write new ideas on this basis?

No one knows.

The host continued: "West Building, are you ready?" ”

Wang Mo nodded.

Moderator: "Okay, then please show your work." ”

"Okay."

Wang Mo stared at the camera, and at this moment he no longer had the laziness and sleepiness he had before.

There is only composure and solemnity in the eyes.

His temperament has changed to that of a scholar.

Because only under this temperament, Wang Mo feels that he can recite the emotions contained in this poem.

There was a pause.

Wang Mo said: "I wrote a modern poem called "Homesickness". ”

Nostalgia?

Nostalgia!!!

Just a poem title, many people became short of breath, and even in the official live broadcast room of Douyin, several members of the Shanshui Club almost applauded.

Homesickness, there is hometown, there is sorrow.

What is hometown? This means that in Xilou's poems, the motherland is automatically turned into the hometown of the white-haired old man.

What is sorrow? If you can't go back home, of course you have sorrow!

On the other side of the strait, that's my hometown! That's my homeland! That's where my ancestors have lived for generations!

And now, there is a family that cannot be returned, and is separated on the other side of the strait.

That kind of longing, who understands?

Therefore, the word "nostalgia" is better than all the poems written by others before!

It's all in those two words.

What other word can better express cross-strait relations than this one? Can it better express the feelings of the people on both sides of the strait?

Worried that it would affect the reading of the West Building, the guests of the Shanshui Club held back their excitement.

But the live broadcast room.

The barrage has been popping up like crazy.

"What a nostalgia!"

"The title of this poem is so apt!"

"Two words, expressing the inseparable relationship between us."

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

"Is this the strength of the West Building?"

"It's just a poem title, and it's judged."

"When I see the name of the poem, I feel an inexplicable sentimentality."

"Yes, after reading the title of the poem, and then looking at this photo, I suddenly felt tears blur my eyes."

“……”

Wang Mo didn't look at the barrage.

After he finished the title of the poem, he continued to read:

"When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp, I was at this end and my mother was at that end

When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket, I was at this end, and the bride was at that end

Later, nostalgia was a low grave, I was outside, and my mother was inside

And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait, I am at this end, and the mainland is at that end."

Wang Mo's voice carried an indescribable emotion, rippling in the live broadcast room.

It reaches the depths of everyone's heart.

Yesterday the hospital re-examined, and the good news was that the doctor said that the bone was growing well.

The bad news is that the doctor said I would not be able to go down to the ground in three months.

In the past month or so, I have been tormented by life and death, and it seems that the future will be a long torment.

By the way, I can tell you how serious my injuries are:

Comminuted fracture of the right tibial plateau with bone marrow edema, lipidaemia of the right knee, and swelling of the surrounding soft tissues. Loss of anterior and posterior horn degeneration of the medial meniscus (grade II), morphological and signal disturbances of the lateral meniscus, meniscus tear is considered. Anterior cruciate ligament, patellar ligament, and medial and lateral collateral ligament injuries.

………………

I still have severe pain every day, and I can't sleep at night, so I hope to get better soon......

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