One answer was blacklisted by the TV station

At this time, the Internet also made a lot of noise about this year's Huhai Satellite TV Mid-Autumn Festival Gala.

"What is this? Is this called poetry? I can write more than 300 poems a day with this Nima! It's nothing more than pressing the enter key twice!"

"The level of this Mid-Autumn Festival Gala in Shanghai really needs to be improved, except for the first poem by Chairman Feng, what else is it? Modern poetry? What is this?"

Upstairs, don't comment if you don't know, modern poetry is free in form, rich in meaning, imagery management is more important than rhetorical use, compared with ancient poems, although they are all made for the feeling of things, are the reflection of the soul, but it completely breaks through the characteristics of ancient poems "gentle and generous, sad but not complaining"!

I have always thought that modern poetry is vernacular poetry, that is, some awkward words are just showcased, I think this session is not bad, these modern poems are very level. "

I really can't appreciate the current literary world, a nonsense sentence, just look at the carriage and enter it, and it will become a modern poem in your mouth?

The weather is nice today, cloudless

.

There is the sun during the day and the

moon at night.

"Okay! The poems upstairs are easy to understand! I strongly recommend that you join the Writers' Association! When the time comes, I will wait for you to publish a book of poems, and I will not buy it. "

......

If you let Gu Qingyun know that there are many people on the Internet who are not used to the modern poetry of this world.

He will be very pleased, after all, I am not alone!

The host looked at the list in his hand, looked at the last foreign friend left, and said with a smile:

"Audience and friends, the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival is coming to an end, and there is still the last contestant, our SMS voting channel is about to open, please remember the name and author of the poem you support."

Now we have the last contestant, Ben Laska!"

'Poof'

Gu Qingyun heard the host shouting this name loudly, and he couldn't help but laugh directly.

Wang Xiaoxiao didn't react, looking at Gu Qingyun who was covering his mouth, very puzzled.

Gu Qingyun didn't explain, he just covered his mouth vigorously, he was afraid that his laughter would be too loud for others to hear.

Ben Rajah got up from his seat, his outfit was really a bit Middle Eastern, and he was also a standard handsome guy.

He politely took the microphone and said slowly: "My name is Ben Laja, because I have liked Chinese culture since I was a child, especially poetry, and I like it very much. "

His Chinese is still relatively fluent, that is, the pronunciation of some words, somewhat with a Middle Eastern accent.

"Osmanthus floating jade, the first moon is full of heavenly streets, and the night is as cool as washing. The wind is full of eyebrows and cold bones, and people are in the Crystal Palace. Jiaolong stalks, watching the saga, ethereal sheng song boiling. The frost is all over the ground, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.

I remember last year's night, in the Jiujiuxi Pavilion, the light moon and clouds came and went. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were not dreamed of yesterday, and the autumn light is like a promise in the blink of an eye. Qingque came to the west, Chang'e reported to me, and the good time is approaching. Send a message to the couple, don't be drunk with the cold. Ben

Laja pronounced this poem very fluently, and it can be regarded as a correct and round word, and it can be said that a lot of effort has been put into it.

The judges were stunned, and the audience was also stunned, even Gu Qingyun was no exception.

Did he know the poem? Surely he knew it, and he knew it well.

Nima Wen Zhengming's Nian Nujiao Mid-Autumn Festival to the moon

, can he not know! This foreigner directly took out this poem, how can this compare?

Gu Qingyun didn't know if there was such a person as Wen Zhengming in this world, because he searched the memory of the original owner and couldn't find it.

He subconsciously looked at Wang Xiaoxiao, but saw the anger on her face, which made Gu Qingyun stunned.

Something is wrong, why is Wang Xiaoxiao so angry? Shouldn't he be excited when he hears such beautiful words?

"Xiaoxiao, you are..."As soon as Gu Qingyun spoke, Wang Xiaoxiao said the reason.

"Teacher Gu, don't you know, this poem was originally from our country! If they hadn't snatched the original text when they invaded, this poem would have been written into our textbook!" Wang

Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and stared at the figure on the stage, as if she was looking at the enemy who killed her father.

Gu Qingyun suddenly said, it turns out that there is such a history, let me say, how can such a word be written by a foreigner

?" "Then Huaguo didn't ask for the original text of this poem?" Gu Qingyun was a little puzzled, after all, this kind of thing is very simple to come back.

When Wang Xiaoxiao heard Gu Qingyun ask, he immediately became even more angry: "Why didn't you ask for it, but the other party is a scoundrel!" It is said that they have to come up with a poem that can match this poem before they return it, it is really shameless!"

Wang Xiaoxiao gritted his teeth and made a creaking sound.

Gu Qingyun was dumbfounded, how could there be such a brazen person in this world! Whose subordinate is he?

After everyone in the jury seat was shocked, they all had black faces and stared at Ben Laslag on the stage without saying a word.

They didn't expect that this foreigner would actually recite such a poem! It was almost like slapping all Chinese people in the face! And he was still standing on the stage! The

audience was also indignant, and if it weren't for the constraints of their own quality, they would have gone on stage to fuck him.

Feng Qiang stood in the background with a gloomy face, although he was bad, he was very patriotic.

"What's going on! Didn't this foreigner say that he was going to recite a poem he wrote called a hymn? Who can tell me what is the situation of this Mid-Autumn Festival to the moon!" Feng

Qiang shouted loudly to the staff around him, such an obvious dereliction of duty, and this is a live broadcast! I don't know how many people will see it.

The staff was also stunned, and he didn't know why the other party would change his mind temporarily, so he said stupidly: "Then what should I do? Or should I go and turn off the live broadcast?" or pull him off the stage?"

Feng Qiang turned his head and glared at him fiercely, and scolded: "Are you a pig brain! What is the use of doing this at this time?

At this moment, Ben Raja, who was standing on the stage, spoke.

"I won't say much about what this word means, I just listened to the Mid-Autumn Festival poems of this contestant, and unfortunately came to a conclusion.

That is, this poem, at the level of your modern poetry, has no hope of winning it back in this life.

It is really sad that the words written by the ancient ancestors cannot be surpassed by the younger generations.

Ben Rajah stood on the stage and mocked mercilessly.

Everyone was angry, but there was nothing they could do, and that was the case, they had no other way but to stare at them, because they really couldn't write words beyond Wen Zhengming.

"Originally, I was full of hope this time, and I hoped that you would win this poem back, but unfortunately, in your Chinese dialect, the greater the hope, the more disappointed it will be..."

"Aren't you tired of babbling a lot? Isn't it beyond the words of Nian Nujiao, Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon? If you want to hear it, I'll read it to you!"