One answer was blacklisted by the TV station

"Ancient poetry is a kind of charm, a kind of word-by-word attitude. Modern poetry, on the other hand, is easy to understand.

Da Lei's Mid-Autumn Festival moon is undoubtedly a vivid display of the four words that are easy to understand.

If you were to ask me about my rating, I would give it 9.9 and keep the remaining 0.1, for fear that he would be complacent.

After Feng Yushan finished speaking, he sat back down.

The host took over and said: "Thank you Chairman Feng Yushan for your comments, it seems that Chairman Feng has a very high evaluation of Da Lei's modern poem, so let's change the judge and see if there is still such a high evaluation." "

In the audience.

Gu Qingyun was already stunned when he heard the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon.

This Nima is a modern poem? There are still people who have a good evaluation? Not bad, Uncle Liu! If this is good, I can write more than 500 poems a day!

He turned around, looked at Wang Xiaoxiao beside him, and saw her calm face, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and said, "Xiaoxiao, what do you think of this modern poem?"

He was looking forward to someone standing with him and criticizing the full moon, but unfortunately, he thought too much.

I only heard Wang Xiaoxiao say: "That modern poem feels middle-class, not as good as Chairman Feng said, but how to say that people are also the descendants of the Writers' Association, and it is understandable to carry it out." "

Medium.... Gu Qingyun felt that he had received a hundred critical hits.

I don't blame you for not eating fine dishes, but you can't treat the world with a rough kang

! This modern poem, which is not even a soy sauce poem, still has such a high evaluation? Is there any mistake!

Gu Qingyun has looked through the history of this world, and many of Li Bai's poems have been handed down, although they are not as complete as in their previous lives, but they will not let the aesthetics of their group of people be biased like this, right?

Swallowing his saliva, Gu Qingyun asked with some uncertainty: "Xiaoxiao, let's not look at his appearance, just this poem, you give me a pertinent evaluation, I feel that my values have been denied!"

Wang Xiaoxiao smacked her lips, turned her head to look at Gu Qingyun, looked at the other party with an expectant look, and said: "Teacher Gu, modern poetry is like this, it is very straightforward, and the one written by that Da Lei is quite hazy."

Gu Qingyun was stunned, completely stunned, and he also completely understood, as if it was really a modern poem that he didn't understand in this world.

"Okay, let's keep watching the show. Gu Qingyun really didn't know how to argue, maybe everyone's appreciation angle was different.

On the stage, the judges' comments have ended, and there is no doubt that all the judges have expressed high praise for this modern poem by Da Lei.

Soon, Da Lei stepped down, and another writers' association came to the stage, still a modern poem, still applauding.

Gu Qingyun didn't know what to say about this.

At this moment, the backstage of the party.

Feng Qiang stood in the corner of the stage, opened a gap, and looked at Gu Qingyun in the audience.

This position was specially arranged by him, and he originally wanted to give the other party a dismount, but he didn't see Gu Qingyun after waiting for a long time.

According to his assumption, it should be Gu Qingyun who realized that he was arranged to the end, so he should be very angry, and find the staff to reason.

At this time, he appeared again, condescendingly hit the other party, and then turned around and left in style.

But why didn't the other party follow the script? You sat down directly at the back of the arrangement? What about your temper? What about your courage to read the answer on the stage?

And he didn't even give him the sequence number, and he wasn't in a hurry? This can make Feng Qiang dizzy.

He thought that he still knew Gu Qingyun better, according to Gu Qingyun's temper, these were unbearable, but he didn't expect that people would really put up with it!"

"Feng Zuo, do you see Gu Qingyun's sequence number sent someone to send him over? If he really doesn't give it to him, it will be difficult for the radio station to explain it at that time."

A staff member walked up to Feng Qiang and asked in a low voice.

Feng Qiang's face was gloomy, staring at the back of the audience, and said, "Don't give it to him

, I'll take care of what happens then!" The staff opened their mouths and didn't say anything, after all, the contradiction between the two, who doesn't know the entire Huhai TV station?

"The surname is Gu, I will hold on to you to the end! I don't believe that you are not in a hurry at all! If you can't complete the task then, you don't want to continue the work of the radio station!"

After Feng Qiang gritted his teeth and said something, he slapped the curtain hard and turned to leave.

As for whether Gu Qingyun can continue to work on the radio? He really doesn't care.

I didn't really want to come, even if Feng Qiang didn't let him in, he just turned around and left, as for arguing with him, Gu Qingyun didn't have this idea yet.

On the stage, the contestants took the stage one by one, and the poems they wrote were also varied.

The audience in the audience listened with relish, but Gu Qingyun was about to foam at the mouth, the modern poetry of this world, he admitted that he couldn't appreciate it and couldn't keep up.

Ah, beautiful moon,

I would like to be a shooting star.

When I fly past you,

I hope to look at you more.

Basically, they are all at these levels, and I don't know what the reason is, except for Feng Yushan, all the contestants turned out to be modern poems!

Gu Qingyun heard a faint sobbing sound in his ears, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and looked at the voice, only to find that Wang Xiaoxiao's eyes were red, and he was wiping his nose with toilet paper.

Seeing this, Gu Qingyun was shocked, and hurriedly asked, "Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Xiaoxiao responded while sobbing, and said, "Gu.. Teacher Gu, it's really... It's so touching. "

Gu Qingyun: ??? you are touching? Where is the touching point? Is the meteor flying over the moon touching?

Look at the crater on the moon, do you have to cry to death

?" "By the way, Mr. Gu, I see that all the contestants have finished reading, why don't you go up yet?"

Wang Xiaoxiao still has a little conscience, she is moved and has not forgotten Gu Qingyun

beside her.

"It's over when it's over, I just don't want to go up, to be honest, I really can't appreciate modern poetry.

Gu Qingyun didn't know whether he should be happy or disappointed.

He didn't expect the world to be so backward in terms of poetry, and the backwardness made him feel out of place with the world.

He wants to bring the level of poetry from his previous life to this world, and regain his dazzling brilliance in this world.

But his influence is limited, and so far he has not been able to do so.