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Chapter 266 What He Wrote Is Too Bad
I heard Xu Sheng say that.

Shen Chuhe's sister-in-law smiled.He opened his mouth and asked, "So, after today, Xu Sheng, are you going to be absorbed into this Poetry Association?"

"Chuhe's father really likes these things. When you join this association, if you have a chance in the future, you can help his father get some related calligraphy back."

Xu Sheng smiled: "If I can go in, I will definitely try my best to help uncle find the relevant calligraphy."

"As far as I know, there are still many famous contemporary poets in this Poetry Association."

That's all for this.

Xu Sheng turned his head and looked at Shen Chuhe over there: "After I go in, if there are any related activities, Chuhe, you can attend with me."

He deliberately spoke loudly, hoping to tell Lin Mo over there.

When Shen Chuhe heard what he said, she frowned immediately: "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in poetry and songs at all."

"So, you'd better find someone else."

Aunt Shen Chuhe said immediately: "How can I remember, you were very interested in this before."

"You also told me that poetry and songs, like those songs you like, have an indescribable beauty."

Shen Chuhe: "Sister-in-law, you remember wrongly, I like songs, but I don't like poetry and songs."

"We are all modern people. Why do you like ancient things like poetry? It's so boring."

She spoke directly, then turned her head to look at Lin Mo and smiled: "I just like Lin Mo singing to me."

Seeing her like this, Lin Mo also smiled.

On the other hand, Shen Chuhe's sister-in-law over there was somewhat displeased: "Don't say that, poems and songs are at least the culture passed down from the ancestors."

"As far as I can see, in this era, many singers don't have any cultural background, and they write songs purely for making money."

"It's not like young people like Xu Sheng who like poetry and poetry, that's a real love of culture, it's a kind of elegant interest."

Xu Sheng also nodded: "Poems do have a unique beauty. If you can't feel it, Chu He, I will tell you the beauty of poetry slowly later."

He talks like that.

Shen Chuhe shook her head quickly: "Farewell, you are so busy after all!"

Hear this.

Xu Sheng was not in a hurry, he looked at Lin Mo over there: "Brother, I think you don't talk at all, maybe you didn't like poetry very much when you were young."

Lin Mo: "It feels okay, I can't say whether I like it or not."

Xu Sheng raised his eyebrows, and his expression showed a little more disdain: "Oh, then I understand."

"Actually, I still suggest that you read more related poems when you have time."

"I believe that when you can really like poetry, you will be influenced by literature to some extent."

What he said was full of attitude.

Shen Chuhe didn't like it, she frowned, and wanted to say something.

But this time.

After the opening speech, the host on the stage invited several leaders of the literature department to speak on stage.

After the leaders have finished speaking.

The host said directly: "Then, next, let's start admiring everyone's Mid-Autumn Festival masterpieces!"

"This time, our party is going to take the form of an interactive party between the stage and the audience."

"Next, we will invite members of the Poetry Association to present us the poems they wrote for the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"At the same time, we will also conduct an on-site voting, and now, everyone should find that there is a voting machine next to your seat. When you hear your favorite poem, you can vote for it!"

"And the result of the vote will also be displayed on the big screen behind me!"

The host's voice fell, and then everyone saw a huge LCD monitor behind the stage.

"In addition, if there are audience members who have written poems later, if they want to go on stage, they can come up directly."

"After all, we are all lovers of poetry!"

"Then, next, our Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference will officially begin!"

The host was impassioned, and then continued: "Let's invite today's first poet, Zhang Xuan, a member of the Poetry Association, to come on stage!"

The host finished speaking.

Zhang Xuan walked up from behind the stage.

Zhang Xuan: "Hello everyone, I am Zhang Xuan. I have loved poetry and Chinese classical culture since I was a child."

"Today, I'm going to show off a little and bring my new work "Full Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival". I hope everyone likes it!"

After he finished speaking, he began to read his poems aloud.

the same moment.

Yannan Radio.

Someone knocked on the radio station chief's door.

Staff member: "Director, the poetry conference program of the Chinese Department of Yenching University has already started. How much time do we give them this time?"

The head of the station leaned back on the chair and rubbed his eyes: "For an hour, not many people listen to this kind of poetry conference, and it will only reduce the ratings of our station."

"What time is it? It's still a poetry conference, alas."

The director shook his head: "Anyway, end as soon as possible, and then schedule the following programs as soon as possible."

"If it weren't for the task arranged by the above, I wouldn't even give them a minute!"

The director's complexion was somewhat unsightly.

in the past.

Every time I encounter this kind of poetry conference program.

The listening rate of radio stations will show a rapid decline.

after all.

this era.

Although there are many people who like poetry, but more importantly, few people can write good poetry.

All of them are things for fame and fame.

The director waited for that person to leave, he turned on the radio in the office, and just in time heard this Zhang Xuan came to the stage to recite his poem "Mid-Autumn Full Moon".

Listened to half.

The head of the station frowned: "What the hell, is it just a poem? It's written like a piece of shit."

He looked unhappy.

The scene of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference.

Zhang Xuan just finished reciting and bowed.

Then there was applause from below.

A lot of people were still talking there, talking a lot.

"Well written."

"As expected of a member of the Poetry Association."

"I like it very much, I vote for him!"

Many people took out their voting machines and voted for him.

when voting.
On the screen on the stage, the voting data is displayed in real time.

This time.

About 500 people came to the whole venue.

Zhang Xuan's poem got more than 160 votes, which seems quite satisfactory.

Xu Sheng looked at Shen Chuhe and smiled: "Chuhe, what do you think of this teacher Zhang Xuan's writing?"

"If you like, after a while, I can go and get Teacher Zhang Xuan's autograph for you."

Shen Chuhe shook her head quickly: "Forget it, I don't like it."

Aunt Shen Chuhe saw that Shen Chuhe had no intention of speaking, turned her head to look at Lin Mo and asked, "What do you think?"

Lin Mo yawned: "He wrote..."

"Too bad."

(End of this chapter)