Entertainment: Since being divorced by Tianhou's wife

Chapter 272 Vote!It exploded!Peerless poetry!

Over there at the Poetry Association, a grey-haired old man could not restrain his excitement at the moment: "I hope you will live a long time, and we will share the joys and joys of thousands of miles away!"

"This poem is absolutely, absolutely!"

"This simple sentence perfectly interprets the deepest expectation in everyone's heart on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival!"

A poet from the Poetry Association, the person who scolded Lin Mo most harshly before, now has a dazed expression on his face: "This verse... this verse has simply refreshed my understanding of poetry!"

"It was a waste of my self-righteousness to study poetry for many years. It was because I had a new understanding of poetry research, but now I realized that I was just watching the sky from sitting in a well!"

A young literary girl, looking at Lin Mo over there at this time, is still reverberating in her mind the poems that Lin Ce recited just now: "I don't even know how to describe my own feelings now."

"I just remember that when I was in college, I had no way to go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival at school. It was also the first time I didn't spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my family. That night, I also felt very lonely, looking at the moon I watched it for a long time, it was a long time in the past, but now, the memories of the past are all evoked by his simple poems!"

There are also people who look disappointed at the moment: "In this world, most people are busy with their lives. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, what they look forward to is a bite of egg yolk-flavored mooncakes, but now I suddenly want to fall in love..."

below.

The response was exceptionally enthusiastic.

Arguments erupted one after another.

Some simply appreciate the beauty of the poem, and some are reminded of it because of the poem.

But without exception.

Everyone was completely conquered by Lin Mo's "Water Tune Getou"!
Shen Chuhe sat there, looking at Lin Mo on the stage with excitement.

Her palms were also covered in sweat at the moment.

This is the sweat that came out of nervousness when I was worried about Lin Mo.

And now.

Shen Chuhe heard the praise of Lin Mo from so many people around.

Shen Chuhe only felt happy, and even a little proud!
Shen Chuhe's sister-in-law was sitting there at the moment, dazed, she closed her eyes, and after a long time, she sighed: "I thought that the first line of his poem was amazing enough, and the whole poem is probably the first... This sentence will have such an effect.”

"I didn't expect that the following poems were written so well."

"From this verse, you can feel that he is not simple."

Aunt Shen Chuhe opened her eyes, looked at Lin Mo over there, and suddenly realized that she couldn't see through the young man in front of her.

Xu Sheng over there had a very, very ugly expression at this moment.

He stood there, clenched his fists, his face livid.

Originally, today should be a day for him to show off!
But now, everyone's eyes seemed to be on Lin Mo!

Not many people remember the poem he just wrote.

This is not the result he wanted!
But he just couldn't figure it out, how could this guy write a poem like "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"!
This is too exaggerated!

Lin Mo looked at the host who had been standing aside and said nothing: "Should we announce the start of voting?"

The host immediately stepped forward as if waking up from a dream, with an apology on his face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"It's really because your poem is so well written. I was still thinking about your poem just now, so I didn't come back to my senses all at once."

"Then it's time to vote! If you like the song "Shui Tune Ge Tou", please vote for it!"

The host's voice fell.

then.

Immediately, the voting interface for "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" appeared on the screen.

Voting begins.

Count in real time.

then……

The number of votes began to soar!
"Vote! Be sure to vote!"

"This is the best poem I've ever heard in my life today... no, in my entire life!"

"As long as you are not a fool, you should vote for him! This is simply invincible!"

"I like this "Water Tune Getou" so much! I can't like it any more!"

all of a sudden.

Many people involuntarily picked up the voting devices in their hands and began to vote for Lin Mo's "Water Tune Getou"!
then.

The host and everyone looked at the big screen, and then let out bursts of exclamations.

"Wow, the number of votes has increased so fast!"

"In just a few seconds, there are already more than 300 votes! It's still going up!"

"It should be rising fast, who made him write this poem is so good!"

"A good poem should get a high number of votes, otherwise, it's a fart vote!"

Here.

Everyone is voting with enthusiasm.

And the director's office.

The director also just stopped the pen in his hand at this moment, and he glanced at the "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" that he had just written down in front of him.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"Absolute! Absolutely!"

"As for this "Water Tune Getou", I feel that it should be included in the students' textbooks as a textbook!"

The director looked excited: "If those people from the Poetry Association can write such poems, how can the future poetry conferences be tepid!"

"Genius, this guy named Lin Mo is definitely a genius!"

"However, my handwriting is really good, it's really good, and it's not in vain for me to practice calligraphy for so many years!"

The director looked at the "Water Tune Getou" written by himself, enjoying himself, and the more he read it, the happier he became.

And this time.

Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps outside the door.

Subsequently.

Someone knocked on the door, the sound was urgent.

Someone outside the door shouted.

"Director!"

The director frowned: "Come in!"

Soon, the staff pushed the door open and entered with an anxious expression on their faces: "Director, it's not good, something happened!"

The director frowned: "What happened, why are you so flustered!"

"Calm down! What the hell is going on!"

The staff took a deep breath: "It's about the program of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference!"

Hear this.

The director's heart sank all of a sudden: "What's going on, please speak slowly!"

"Could it be that the audience rating of this poetry conference has dropped to such an appalling level?"

"But don't be too anxious, this show is coming to an end after all."

"It's enough to hold on a little longer, let the next show be ready, ready to go on at any time!"

The staff hurriedly said at this moment: "No! It's not that the audience rating of the program has dropped, but the audience rating has exploded!"

"After "Shui Tune Ge Tou" came out, the ratings of our radio station began to soar, and it has exploded now!"

(End of this chapter)