I knew it early.

Let Wang Mo keep a low profile.

It's not necessarily a good thing to have time and do things too highly.

However, what made Yuan Xiong breathe a little relieved was that Wang Mo answered the next few questions asked by official media reporters in a decent manner, and there was nothing that frightened him.

Then.

The official media reporter saw that he had almost finished the interview, so he said: "Mr. Xilou, I saw that the works you wrote in the 'Shanyin Cup' exchange meeting yesterday and the day before yesterday have a very high pattern. For example, "Persuasion Poetry" is to persuade all the young generation in China. Today's "Homesickness" has risen to the height of family and country feelings. What is it that makes you write such thought-provoking poetry? ”

Wang Mo subconsciously glanced at Yuan Xiong.

Because the answer to this is easy to say too officially.

It's too official, it doesn't make sense.

Seeing Wang Mo's eyes aimed at him, Yuan Xiong hurriedly stretched out his right hand and pointed hard to the ground.

What he means is: be low-key, be low-key, don't be high-profile!

Wang Mo was full of confusion.

Pointing to the ground?

What do you mean?

But soon, his eyes lit up, and he felt that he understood what Yuan Xiong meant.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo said solemnly: "I can write these poems because I love this land." ”

Brother Xiong pointed to the ground, doesn't it mean that I want to say that I love the land of China?

Really.

He and Yuan Xiong are of the same mind!.

And at this moment, Yuan Xiong was stuffy in his heart: Love your sister, love, what labor and management said is to be low-key, low-key! The laborers and managers are about to poke to the ground, don't you understand the meaning?

Still love the land?

You love the land so much, why don't you plow it?

I'm angry!

Now.

When the official media reporter heard Wang Mo's words, his eyes brightened again: "Oh? Love this land? How so? ”

Wang Mo kept in mind Yuan Xiong's teachings: do things in a high-profile manner.

When he realized that Yuan Xiong said that he loved the land of China, a poem automatically appeared in his mind.

Brother Xiong, it is indeed his lucky star.

He thought of a perfect answer.

So after the reporter finished speaking, Wang Mingcheng said: "Perhaps, I can use a poem to summarize this feeling." ”

What?

Poem?

And poetry?

The reporter was overjoyed.

Yuan Xiong was shocked.

The reporter had asked excitedly for the first time: "Then my netizens and I, do you have the honor to listen to this poem spoken by Mr. Xilou?" ”

Yuan Xiong hurriedly waved his hand.

Meaning: Don't listen to him, you're high enough to be any more high-profile.

At this juncture, it is enough to enjoy the benefits of "Homesickness", what other poems do you read?

Isn't this pure taking off your pants and farting - is it redundant?

It is even possible to cause a backlash.

Even if the poems are good, so what?

But if the poem is not written well, it is very easy to be criticized.

Wang Mo took a look: Yo, Brother Xiong, is this asking me to let go and do it? Then we can't let Brother Xiong down!

He made an OK gesture to Yuan Xiong.

Show that you have understood.

Then.

Wang Mo coughed lightly and cleared his throat.

Then in a deep voice he said, "This poem is called 'I Love This Land.'" ”

"If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This storm-stricken land,

This eternal river of our grief and indignation,

This wrathful wind that blows endlessly,

and the incomparably gentle dawn from the woods......

- and then I died,

Even the feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......"

Until the recitation is finished.

Even Wang Mo's heart is a little sour.

The emotion of this poem was so strong that it almost sank him.

Not far from him, Yuan Xiong almost went crazy when he saw that Wang Mo had misunderstood his meaning and began to recite poems.

However...... Just a few seconds later, Yuan Xiong gradually stiffened and froze in place, looking at Wang Mo who was chanting poetry in a daze, and his heart began to ripple.

Even, the waves in my heart became bigger and bigger, until after listening to the last line of the poem, this wave almost formed a huge wave.

"This poem ......"

Yuan Xiong opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but finally stayed where he was.

On the other side of the telephone interview, there was a long silence.

Until Wang Mo reminded: "I'm done." ”

"Oh, oh...... Report...... I'm sorry. ”

There was a hint of an unnatural tremor in his voice.

In the end, the reporter took several deep breaths before he settled down and said, "Mr. Xilou, thank you for the interview." I think I learned a lot from this interview. ”

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

……

Ten minutes later, state media posted.

For the first time, the official media wrote: "It turns out that this is the full version of "Homesickness". ”

Below this sentence, a recording clip of the reporter's interview with Wang Mo was released.

Inside, everyone heard the West Building say in a clear voice:

"And in the future,

Nostalgia is a long bridge,

You come here,

I'll go over there! ”

The more than 20 words that seem to be light and fluttering sound like Mount Tai in the ears of every netizen.

That moment.

Many people's hearts are stimulated with enthusiasm.

"There is a fifth paragraph in "Homesickness"?"

"This fifth paragraph is the dream of our hundreds of millions of Chinese descendants."

"The first four paragraphs are extremely sorrowful, but the fifth paragraph is extremely longing."

"Ahhh When will the fifth paragraph become a reality? ”

"That's great, in the future we will definitely come and go on the same bridge with each other."

"I'm going to take the high-speed train to Wanwan."

Shanshui Society.

When Feng Qi and Zhu Han saw the blog post posted by the official media, the two were stunned again.

Feng Qi listened to the last verse of Xilou several times before shaking his head and saying bitterly: "It turns out that yesterday's "Homesickness" is not the complete version, Xilou ...... What a West Building! ”

Zhu Han sighed: "I have always heard that the pen of a literati is more powerful than a gun. As a poet, I have been called one of the two guns, but I have never felt this kind of power. Before, I thought it was an exaggeration by the ancients. Now it seems that we are just not enough. Xilou used yesterday's song "Homesickness" to provoke the unwillingness of tens of millions of Chinese descendants, but today it has used a future "Homesickness" to inspire the blood of thousands of people. Isn't this kind of method more powerful than guns?! ”

Feng Qidao: "Moreover, have you ever thought about it? In the past three days in the West Building, what is the difference between the works that have been taken out each day? ”

"Different?"

Zhu Han subconsciously frowned, his face showing thought.

After a moment, his eyes suddenly widened and his face was full of shock.

Feng Qi smiled bitterly: "You thought of it?" ”

Zhu Han sighed: "I should have thought of it a long time ago." Three days, the three days of the 'Shanyin Cup'. On the first day, the West Building took out words, on the second day, ancient poems, and on the third day, modern poems. In the past three days, he has created all the ancient poems and modern poems. He's telling everybody that he can crush us in any aspect of poetry. Such a genius, we still have the luxury of surpassing him. ”

Until this moment.

The two of them completely gave up the psychology of competing with the West Building.

……

On the Internet, because of the official media's article, the fifth paragraph of "Homesickness" swept the whole network at a lightning speed.

Almost every social platform is talking about this.

"Hit and greet your compatriots."

"Build bridges, get back and forth!"

"Let the fifth paragraph of "Homesickness" become a reality soon!"

"If the high-speed rail is built, I will donate 10,000 yuan to prove it."

"If I build a high-speed railway, I will donate half of my net worth, and if I break my oath, I will be destroyed."

“……”

The enthusiasm of the younger generation even exceeds that of the older generation.

Fervor.

Blood.

That is the indelible soul of the nation.

At this time, the scandal of any celebrity has to stand aside, and only the younger generation is rampage on the Internet with a stream of enthusiasm.

Someone sighed: "This is the atmosphere that the younger generation should have, and this is why I love this country, because it is really worth loving!" ”

For this sentence, many people praised it fiercely.

And then.

At this time, the official media published again!!

The second time I posted, the official media wrote: "Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land so much. ”

Text.

It is the audio of Wang Mo reciting "I Love This Land" with deep affection.

"If I were a bird, I should sing with a hoarse throat:

……

Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land so much......"

The official media's article was extremely abrupt.

All netizens were also caught off guard by this poem.

However, after a short period of distraction, everyone was dragged into its artistic conception by this poem.

Listen to the poems in the audio and feel the surging power and emotion contained in them.

There is a loss.

There is a dazedness.

There was a shock.

There is a kind of soul that is shocked, but also torn apart.

"This poem?"

"I'm a little blindsided."

"Why do I have tears all over my face when I listen to it?"

"Me too, suddenly burst into tears."

"When I heard 'Homesickness', I only had melancholy and impulse. But when I heard this poem, my heart was deeply touched, and tears flowed unconsciously. ”

“……”

Many people listened to Wang Mo's recitation, and inexplicably felt tears clouding their eyes.

It's not sentimental.

Not bleakness.

Instead, I felt that the softness in my heart was touched fiercely.

Many times, we, as a member of Huaxia, do not understand.

Why do many people rush to the occasion when others are in trouble, even though their lives are not satisfactory?

Why is I so sad, but there is still a blood flowing in my heart after hearing "Homesickness"?

Why do some people act like bastards, but they can't tolerate the slightest humiliation of their homeland?

Why is it that even gamers who are hopeless in the eyes of their parents can unite to take down all foreigners in the game?

Why do many fans like a star, but when that star touches the bottom line, they can be blocked without hesitation in an instant?

Why do many people know that it is a matter of death, but still rush forward one after another, desperate to rush up?

There is no why!

Yes!

No!

If I had to say a reason.

That is: because we love this land so much!!

O my motherland, let it prosper all the way......

(End of chapter)