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Chapter 183
The Mid-Autumn Festival poems written by Chang'an just appeared on Weibo, and it didn't take long for them to be forwarded by many people.

In fact, the main thing is that when this poem was published, it was directly named Chang An Zai. With the name Chang An Zai, it naturally attracted the attention of many people.

At any rate, the name of Chang'an is quite famous on Weibo. Countless netizens, after reading the poems written by Chang'an, all know Chang'an in succession, knowing that this is a very An author who can write poetry.

This time, seeing Chang'an writing poems, which were Mid-Autumn Festival poems, he was naturally more excited. Having said that, in fact, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

At this time, it seems a bit early to write Mid-Autumn Festival poems, but it's okay, just to add to the fun.

And after reading this poem, everyone was also moved by the artistic conception of this poem one after another. It is completely conceivable that a gifted man, dancing under the bright moon, followed by the shadow , keep dancing.

Just thinking about it in this way, the feeling of the picture is overwhelming.

"In the past, I had been booing for a long time, but I didn't see it. Chang'an said that he was going to participate in the competition. They all thought that he was not going to write Mid-Autumn Festival poems. Unexpectedly, he still wrote this poem and wrote it. That's good."

"Here in Chang'an, every time I write some poems for the festival, I want to suppress the previous poems, and I won't do it if I don't admire them. Now, with the existence of such a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, I really don't know how the people from the Poetry Association will write it then."

"It's a good show to watch. Chang'an probably doesn't bother to participate in this competition, but writing such a poem here is like watching from the sidelines. I don't participate, but I bring the best work and sit Watching you compete, there is an invisible oppressive force directly acting on the members of the Poetry Association."

At this time, everyone is very happy to hear and see. They don't care so much. In the past, what everyone in the Poetry Association did was not finished yet. Now that the other party is so high-profile, everyone naturally recalled it. .

After thinking about it, they started booing one after another, especially when they saw that Chang'an had written such a poem, which was better than the previous Mid-Autumn Festival poems, how could they bear it? One by one, they all reposted this poem under Weibo.

And after that, there were some people who even ran to the people of the Poetry Association and started to leave messages over there. I was afraid that it was these people who didn't know that An Changqiu wrote such a poem again. generally.

Everyone in the Poetry Association actually blushed a little at this moment.

Originally, seeing that there was no movement on Chang Anzai's Weibo for a long time, everyone thought that Chang Anzai would not be participating, and everyone was relieved.

But at this time, seeing the other party, they wrote Mid-Autumn Festival poems, and netizens selected some content from the book, all kinds of mocking them.

It is said that people write poems only to cultivate their sentiments or something. Looking at the appearance of the people in the Poetry Association, it is completely for the general attitude of fame and fortune. No wonder their parents will not come to participate.

Words like this are starting to spread on Weibo right now, making everyone in the Poetry Association very embarrassed.

Now they feel completely as if this Changan didn't come to participate, but he deliberately targeted them. Otherwise, why did Changan write a Mid-Autumn Festival poem at such a coincident time?
Except for this, I also want to point out that he writes poems for a completely different purpose than his side.

Thinking of this, anyone who reads it will probably feel that this is aimed at them, and vomiting blood without anger is already considered as their tolerance, which is relatively high.

At this time, the crowd was constantly booing, and even with the poem, it was on Weibo at this time, and the popularity was constantly rising, and they were singing and advancing all the way.

At this time, An Changqiu was still looking at the records and other materials, and had no time to take care of things on Weibo.

However, at this moment, An Changqiu could hear that the system's voice began to ring continuously, reminding him that his star point was starting to rise continuously.

Hearing this voice, An Changqiu felt that it was the most beautiful voice. Before that, his star points were already few, but now with such a supplement, it can be fully enriched.

An Changqiu, who was disturbed by the sound and couldn't read the book, specifically asked the system to turn off the sound, then heaved a sigh of relief and started to read the book.

An Changqiu didn't know how long it took, but the train finally arrived at the station slowly. Seeing this, An Changqiu breathed a sigh of relief, took his bag and got off the train.

Inside the station, following the signs, he found the diameter, leading to the short-distance bus station he wanted to go to, boarded the bus smoothly, and waited for the time to arrive at the scenic spot he wanted to visit.

Fortunately, that place is not very far from here, and it only takes about half an hour to arrive. Otherwise, it takes such a long time to drive, which is a bit tiring.

An Changqiu was sitting in the car, but Zhiyun called him. His parents didn't have time, and Zhiyun wanted to go out with An Changqiu for a while.

Let An Changqiu go to her college, or she come to An Changqiu's college and just hang out casually.

When An Changqiu received this call, he felt helpless, and then rejected his own sister. He has come here all the time, and he is looking for her when he has time.

After being pestered by her own sister for a while, she had no choice but to promise that she would look for her when she had time in the future, so Na Zhiyun hung up the phone a little angrily.

At this time, An Changqiu was also looking at the antique buildings in the distance, getting closer and closer to him, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. What was in front of him was an ancient town, although it was not March or April. During the period, I couldn't see the scene of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

But at this moment, looking at the ancient town in front of me, my heart is still full of expectations. I wanted to visit this ancient town a long time ago, and this time I have a chance.

(End of this chapter)