Grandma's wanton life

Chapter 87 Press the ground and rub it!
It was past twelve o'clock, and the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair had long since ended, but none of Sun Meng and the others slept.

In a living room of the hotel, Wang Yang, the vice president of the Writers Association, Sun Meng, the president of the Poetry Club, and some other famous and important figures in the poetry world were all there, all looking at their mobile phones, their faces sinking like water.

"Is this Zi Ye going to turn against the sky?"

Sun Meng slapped the armrest and said angrily, "What is he doing? Is he going against the national publication!"

Originally, Sun Meng gave Haicheng Satellite TV a little hint and asked Haicheng Satellite TV to cancel the last link, so that Ziye's "Water Tune Getou" was not included in the "Mid-Autumn Poetry Collection", and he was secretly happy.

No matter how powerful you Ziye is, what's the use?

Are you just a little writer?

No matter how good you are at writing poetry, so what?I only need to give you a little hint, and I can get you nothing!
Originally, everything was safe and sound, but who would have thought that Zi Ye would be so rigid?
How dare you openly confront the national publication "Mid-Autumn Poetry Collection"?
act recklessly!

"People like Zi Ye who disobey management must be banned!"

"Yes! Such unhealthy tendencies must be stifled! Otherwise, the cultural world will be in chaos?"

"Self-righteous! Pretending to be a literati!"

"There's also that Ye Zi, who is in collusion, and must not be tolerated!"

……

As soon as Sun Meng opened his mouth, the living room became chaotic. All the poets present were filled with righteous indignation and cursed, as if Zi Ye was some heinous sinner.

Over here, Sun Meng, a group of great poets, were all about to explode, but Ye Feng was having a great time playing.

Zi Ye's post has exploded!I don't know how many netizens replied, the traffic of the whole cat circle has soared to a terrifying level!

Although most of them are not poetry lovers, nor are they fans of the cat circle, but everyone has the same mind to watch the excitement!

As long as the netizens who heard about this incident, almost all came to watch.

"Nian Nujiao Crossing Dongting Lake, author Zi Ye."

"The green grass in Dongting is approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is even less beautiful. The jade mirror..."

""Mid-Autumn Moon", author Ye Zi."

"Slow Magnolia, authored by Zi Ye."

……

……

Ye Feng lay on the bed, changing numbers back and forth, playing poetry with himself, having a great time.

And the netizens, watching the two big shots fighting poetry, were all amazed.

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. I'll go, isn't this "Thinking of a Quiet Night" written by Li Bai? Master Zi Ye is showing it to pretend again?"

"Whatever, anyway, Li Bai was created by the Great God Ziye!"

"A jug of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. It feels so desolate, and the sense of picture came immediately. It is worthy of the night god who created Wang Wei. There are paintings in the poems, and poems in the paintings are well-deserved!"

"The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook. The metaphor of Mr. Yezi is perfect!"

"The most bleak thing is this sentence, 'No one will understand the homework, and the night is as clear as in previous years'."

"I don't know anything else, I'll call 666 anyway."

"It's only been less than an hour, right? These two big brothers have written almost twenty poems? The most frightening thing is, return the first classic?"

"Although these Mid-Autumn Festival poems are also very good, compared with "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", they are still a bit worse."

"Indeed, there is almost nothing that can be compared with "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", and there is only one sentence, 'the bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time'."

"Stop beeping, "Water Tune Getou" is probably not even surpassed by Zi Ye herself."

"Heh, even if these poems can't surpass "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", it is definitely enough to beat "Mid-Autumn Poetry Collection"."

"Hahahaha, those who sit and watch the poetry world collapse!"

……

Indeed, people in the poetry world collapsed.

At the beginning, they were all full of anger, and wanted to discuss how to deal with Zi Ye, who was overwhelmed.But when they saw Zi Ye and Ye Zi's poems published one by one, their hearts became cold.

Hotel, living room.

Silent.

Only the faint sound of breathing.

People in the poetry circle are like eggplants hit by frost. They feel sick and have no strength, and some of them have dull eyes, or their faces are flushed.

Where did these gods come from?

what?
How the hell do you even dare to criticize national publications?
And what the hell are you going to get pissed off about?
I fuck you!
Are you going to explode?

what?
Why don't you explode?

what?
Why don't you explode?

what?
……

People in the poetry world are going crazy!
"Snapped!"

Sun Meng slammed the cup in his hand to the ground, his face flushed with trembling, and he held back for a long time but didn't say a word!
Depressed!

The whole living room is too depressing!

Gradually, even the sound of breathing became weird!

On the Internet, in the cat circle, the two masters Zi Ye and Ye Zi are still going on, one masterpiece after another, it seems that they are endless!
twenty?
thirty?
How the hell do you have so many emotions in a broken Mid-Autumn Festival?

Write sad!

Write about love!

Write frontier!

Write about the month, write about people, write about things...

You guys who write novels can already do whatever you want?
Yes, you write novels with rich emotion and rich imagination!
but!

Is it too much for you to write so many Mid-Autumn Festival poems?
"Again, there's another song..."

A famous poet, holding the mobile phone tremblingly, his eyes are very dull, his lips are a little purple, and he has started to tremble when speaking.

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back... oh no, their defenses had already collapsed...

"President Sun, what do you think about this matter?"

Finally, a relatively calm voice sounded in the dull living room.

This is what Wang Yang, vice chairman of the Writers Association, said.

Although a lot of people from the Writers Association came this time, the main force of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Association is still people from the poetry circle, so the people who are most affected must also be from the poetry circle.Compared to Sun Meng and the others, Wang Yang is relatively calm.

"What should I do? I have to kill these two bastards!"

Sun Meng's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his fists tightly, as if he was going to eat people, which scared everyone beside him into silence.

Wang Yang frowned, and said with some displeasure: "Can President Sun solve the problem like this?"

Seeing that Wang Yang was a little unhappy, Sun Meng also calmed down. Although the Poetry Association is an independent organization, it is also managed by the Writers Association in name. Wang Yang, the vice president of the Writers Association, is basically on the same level as Sun Meng. But Wang Yang is from the headquarters of the Writers Association after all!

"What is President Wang's opinion?"

Sun Meng leaned back slightly, closed his eyes, and let out a little breath. After adjusting, at least on the surface, he looked much better than before.

"I can't talk about high opinions, but I do have a way." Wang Yang smiled slightly.

"any solution?"

Sun Meng's eyes lit up immediately, and the other poets on the side also cheered up, pricking up their ears to hear clearly.

……

03:30 in the middle of the night.

Zi Ye and Ye Zi finally calmed down.

But the cat circle is still hot, even more explosive!

49 songs!

A total of 49 Mid-Autumn Festival masterpieces!

If you count the song "Water Tune Getou", it will be fifty masterpieces!

These are fifty poems about Mid-Autumn Festival!

Write about everything, family, love, friendship, sadness, joy, peace, frontier fortress, pond, forest, bright moon, old friend, rain and snow...

He didn't mean to write everything he could see, but he basically wrote everything a normal person could think of!
Zi Ye and Ye Zi wrote about Mid-Autumn Festival so frankly!

The two of them wrote everything they could and couldn't write, and they were both so fucking classic, how can you let others write?
Do you want to turn "Mid-Autumn Poems"?
Is anyone still thinking about this now?

Is this still a question of whether to overturn or not?

It's like he pressed the ground and rubbed it [-] times before spitting out a mouthful of phlegm!
ps: The results of the high school entrance examination have been released in the past two days. I was so busy that I panicked, and it was very annoying. I was always beeped by the director!Damn chicken, I really want to quit my job!
(End of this chapter)