Baby daddy's unrestrained life

It's already more than 12 o'clock, and the Mid Autumn Festival poetry festival has already ended, but none of sun Meng and others are sleeping.

In the living room of the hotel, Wang Yang, vice president of the writers' Association, sun Meng, President of the poetry society, and some other well-known and important figures in the poetry circle are all there, looking at their mobile phones one by one, their faces are as deep as water.

"Is this purple night going against the sky?"

Sun Meng patted the armrest and said angrily, "what is he doing? Do you want to fight against the national journals? "

Originally, sun Meng slightly hinted at Haicheng satellite TV, let Haicheng satellite TV to cancel the last link, so that purple night's "water melody" failed to be included in the "mid autumn poetry", he was still very happy.

What's the use of your purple night?

Are you just a little writer?

No matter how powerful you are in writing poetry, what can you do? I just need a little sign, you can get nothing!

Originally everything was stable, but who could have thought that purple night was so rigid?

Dare to compete with the national publication "mid autumn poetry collection"?

act recklessly and blindly!

"People like ziye who disobey management must be banned!"

"Yes! Such unhealthy tendencies must be strangled! Otherwise, the cultural world will be in a mess? "

"Self righteous! Be a scholar in vain

"And that leaf, you can't tolerate the collusion!"

……

As soon as sun Meng opened his mouth, the living room was in chaos. The poets on the scene were filled with righteous indignation and scolded, just like ziye was some heinous sinner.

Sun Meng, a group of great poets, is about to explode, but Ye Feng is having a good time there.

Purple night this post, has exploded! Don't know how many netizens reply, the whole cat circle traffic has soared to a terrible point!

Although most of them are not poetry lovers, nor are they fans in the cat circle, we all have the same mind to watch the excitement!

As long as I heard about it, almost all the netizens came to watch.

"Niannujiao, over Dongting Lake, written by ziye."

"The green grass in Dongting, near the Mid Autumn Festival, has no style. Yu Jian... "

"The mid autumn moon, written by Ye Ye."

"Magnolia is slow, written by ziye."

……

……

Ye Feng is lying on the bed, changing numbers back and forth. He and himself are enjoying poetry.

And netizens, watching two big men fighting poems, are also amazed one by one.

"Looking up at the bright moon, looking down to think of hometown. I'll go. Isn't that Li Bai's "meditation on a quiet night"? Purple night elder brother took out to pretend to force again

"Whatever, Li Bai was created by purple night God!"

"A pot of wine among flowers, drinking alone, no blind date. What a desolate feeling. The sense of picture comes all of a sudden. It is worthy of being the night God who created Wang Wei. There are pictures in his poems and poems in his paintings. It is worthy of the reputation

"The sand in the desert is like snow, the moon in Yanshan is like a hook, and the metaphor of big leaf is fantastic!"

"The most desolate one is this sentence:" no one will do homework once it's blown, and tonight's light is as clear as it used to be. "

"I don't understand anything else. Anyway, I'll shout 666."

"It's less than an hour, isn't it? These two big brothers have written nearly 20 songs? What's the most fatal thing is that you still have a classic

"Although these mid autumn poems are also very good, they are still a little worse than the water melody."

"It's true that there are few that can be compared with" the tune of the water ". That is to say," the moon is born on the sea, and the ends of the earth are at this time. "

"Don't beep, I'm afraid" water tune "can't even surpass ziye."

"Oh, even if these poems can't surpass" shuidiaotao ", it's absolutely enough to hit" mid autumn poetry collection. "

"Ha ha ha ha, the people who sit and watch the poetry world collapse!"

……

It's true that people in the poetry world have collapsed.

At the beginning, they were angry one by one and wanted to discuss how to deal with the overestimated guy ziye. But when they see the purple night and the leaves of a poem published, their hearts cool.

Hotel, living room.

in perfect silence.

Only the sound of breathing is faint.

People in the poetry world are like eggplant beaten by frost. They feel sick and have no strength. Some of their eyes are dull, or their faces are red.

Where are all these gods from?

Ah?

How dare you even hate national journals?

And you're about to be upset?

I'll fuck you!

Are you going to explode?

Ah?

Why don't you explode?

Ah?

Why don't you explode?

Ah?

……

People in the poetry world are going crazy!

"Pa!"

Sun Meng slammed the cup on the ground. His face turned red. He held it for a long time, but he didn't say a word!

Depression!

The whole living room is oppressed too much!

Gradually, even the gasp became strange!

Online, the cat circle, purple night and leaf two gods are still going on, one song after another masterpiece, it seems that they are not finished!

Twenty?

Thirty?

Do you have so many feelings in a broken Mid Autumn Festival?

Write sad!

It's about family!

Writing about the frontier!

Write about the moon, people, things

You guys who write novels can do whatever you want?

Yes, you write novels with rich emotions and imagination!

But!

Is it too much for you to write so many mid autumn festival poems?

"Another, another..."

A famous poet, trembling holding a mobile phone, his eyes are very dull, his lips are a little purple, and his words have begun to tremble.

This sentence, like the last straw that killed the camel, suddenly crushed... Oh no, their inner defense line has already collapsed

"President sun, what do you think of this?"

Finally, in the dull living room, there was a calm voice.

This is what Wang Yang, vice chairman of the 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 the people in the poetry circle, so the people who are most affected must also be the people in the poetry circle. Compared with sun Meng, Wang Yang is relatively calm.

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

Sun Meng's eyes were covered with blood, and he clenched his fist tightly. It was like eating people. Everyone on one side was scared into silence.

Wang Yang frowned and said with displeasure, "can president sun solve the problem like this?"

Wang Yang was not happy, and sun Meng also calmed down. Although the Poetry Association is an independent organization, it is nominally managed by the association. Wang Yang, the vice president of the association, is basically equal to sun Meng, but Wang Yang is a member of the headquarters of the association after all!

"What's chairman Wang's opinion?"

Sun Meng leaned back slightly, closed his eyes and breathed a little. After adjusting, at least he looked much better than just now.

"I can't say anything, but I do have a way." Wang Yang smiles.

"What can I do?"

Sun Meng's eyes suddenly brightened, and the other poets on one side also came to the spirit, raising their ears to hear more clearly.

……

It's 3:30 in the second half of the night.

The purple night and the leaves finally stopped.

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

Forty nine!

Forty nine Mid Autumn Festival masterpieces!

If you include the song "water tune", it's 50 masterpieces!

These are 50 poems about Mid Autumn Festival!

There are all kinds of things to write about: family affection, love, friendship, sadness, joy, peace, frontier fortress, pond, forest, moon, old friend, rain and snow

He didn't say that he wrote what he could see, but he wrote what normal people could think of!

The Mid Autumn Festival was written by purple night and leaves!

They both wrote what they could and couldn't, and they were so classic. How do you let others write?

The mid autumn poetry collection?

Is there anyone who wants to solve this problem?

Is it still a question of whether to turn it over or not?

He just pressed on the ground and rubbed it ten thousand times before spitting!

PS: these two days, I'm so busy that I'm flustered, and I'm very upset. I'm always beeped by the director! Mother chicken, really want to quit!