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Chapter 267 Mid-Autumn Festival Masterpiece
Too bad?
Hear what Lin Mo said.

Sitting there, Shen Chuhe's sister-in-law was stunned for a moment, and then raised her brows: "He is also a member of the Poetry Association, but you actually say that his writing is too bad?"

Lin Mo was very calm: "In my opinion, it's bad, very bad, and it's meaningless."

"This kind of poetry has no appreciation value except for self-entertainment."

Lin Mo's voice was very casual.

Xu Sheng next to him heard this, and now he looked at Lin Mo with dissatisfaction: "Although I also think that the taste of this poem is a little bit bad, it is far from as useless as you said. !"

"I think people like you just read less books and see too few poems, so they can't tell the good from the bad at all."

"If you want me to say, before you learn how to evaluate the good or bad of a poem, you can actually learn the principles of life."

Xu Sheng didn't have a good face when he spoke.

Lin Mo smiled: "She asked me how I felt, and I just expressed my truest thoughts."

"It's fine if you think it's good, anyway, in my eyes, such poems are not good."

Looking at Lin Mo's determined face.

Xu Sheng looked at Lin Mo now with even more contempt and disdain.

"Experts watch the doorway, and laymen watch the excitement. Since you have said so, I won't force you to correct anything."

"It's just that no matter what, your attitude is not acceptable."

Xu Sheng looked like he was educating Lin Mo. After he finished speaking, he looked at Shen Chuhe over there: "Chuhe, what do you think?"

Shen Chuhe frowned: "I said, I don't like it. If you insist on asking me what I think, I can only say that my idea is the same as Lin Mo's!"

"I also think this poem is not good!"

Looking at Shen Chuhe, it was clear that she was standing by Lin Mo's side.

Xu Sheng smiled at this moment: "Then I understand."

"However, if you think this is not good, then you might as well read the poems I wrote later."

"I hope you like it."

Xu Sheng still maintained a handsome appearance, and he was not in a hurry to tear up his face with Lin Mo.

His idea is also simple, that is, he hopes to prove to Shen Chuhe from all aspects that he is better than Lin Mo.

Shen Chuhe's sister-in-law nodded: "Yes, I'm still looking forward to Xu Sheng's work later."

"However, some people, when evaluating later, don't put on a posture that although I don't understand, I think it's not good to be bad."

When Aunt Shen Chuhe was speaking, she still didn't forget to look at Lin Mo, trying to put pressure on Lin Mo.

Shen Chuhe glanced at Lin Mo worriedly.

However, Lin Mo's expression was as usual, and he was not affected at all.

Next.

The host asked people to come on stage one after another, and then recited poems.

Some of them are members of the Poetry Association, and some are teachers of the Chinese Department of Yenching University.

After each end, the above starts voting in turn.

With a total of [-] votes in the audience.

Now the highest number of votes is 260 votes.

Lin Mo listened the whole time, and when he couldn't help it, he yawned.

Looking at Lin Mo like this.

Xu Sheng was even more dissatisfied: "Among so many poems just now, none of them can satisfy you?"

Lin Mo smiled: "They are playing with them, so don't ask this kind of question again."

"In my opinion, the poems they wrote should be regarded as entertainment."

What Lin Mo said was also good.

Among these people, although there are a few who can barely write well.

But in Lin Mo's ears, it was always a little bit off.

I don't know if it's because the poetry in this world is not developed enough, that in Lin Mo's mind, any Mid-Autumn Festival poem that he has seen before can kill all the poems of this group of people in seconds.

Aunt Shen Chuhe spoke from the side: "Xu Cheng, don't ask any more questions, he is just an outsider."

"If you ask a layman what's in it, how could he understand it?"

Xu Sheng nodded: "Although that is the case, I always feel that any normal person should be able to feel beauty from poetry."

"As long as you are an educated person, you should be able to feel a special artistic conception from the poems, but obviously, this person doesn't understand at all, he is really too vulgar."

Hear this.

Shen Chuhe immediately became unhappy, she frowned, and looked at Xu Cheng over there with a cold face: "Who are you calling vulgar!"

"what do you mean!"

Seeing that Shen Chuhe was angry.

Only then did Xu Sheng laugh, pretending to apologize: "I said something wrong, don't take it to heart, just pretend I didn't say it."

"However, Chuhe, listen to me, if someone like him is seen by your father, your father will probably be very displeased."

Shen Chuhe: "What does it have to do with you!"

Shen Chuhe was already getting angry, and even wanted to drag Lin Mo away.

She couldn't see others ridiculing Lin Mo like this, and she didn't want to see Lin Mo suffer any grievances.

But Aunt Shen Chuhe stopped him directly: "Chuhe, look at your child, how do you talk, you leave as soon as you say, what kind of words do you like?"

"Xu Sheng will go up later, sit down obediently."

Aunt Shen Chuhe just finished speaking.

Xu Sheng glanced at the time: "It's almost my turn, so I'll go backstage and get ready."

He was talking, and then stood up from his seat: "Chu He, remember to vote for me later."

"I believe that this poem I wrote will definitely satisfy you."

He smiled confidently, and then walked towards the stage.

Watching Xu Sheng pass by, Aunt Shen Chuhe cheered him on.

The director of the radio station office is already very, very irritable at the moment.

Every time he heard a new poem, he felt like he was going to explode after listening to it.

"What kind of shit is this!"

"The writing of these poems is really a mess! It caused my audience rating to go down!"

The director complained, looking extremely bored.

And this time.

Xu Sheng has arrived behind the stage and is ready.

At this moment, Lin Mo looked at the stage over there and listened to the poems of the so-called poets on the stage, and suddenly thought of a masterpiece of Mid-Autumn Festival in his mind.

Compared with that Mid-Autumn Festival masterpiece, the addition of one written by everyone present is not enough.

And this time.

The host finally announced: "Next, let's invite the next poet, Xu Sheng, a new teacher from the Chinese Department of Yenching University, to bring his Mid-Autumn Festival poems!"

(End of this chapter)