One answer was blacklisted by the TV station

I don't know how long it took, when Gu Qingyun felt that he was about to fall asleep, the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala finally came to the main event.

"Dear audience and friends, the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala has been carried out for a while, and the next step is the much-anticipated poetry competition.

As soon as the host's words fell, the scene burst into warm applause, and they should all be waiting for this time.

"It seems that everyone can't wait, next, is the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala poetry appreciation session, I invite Feng Yushan, vice chairman of the Writers Association, to make an opening for our poetry competition!"

The host's words fell, and a beam of light on the scene hit one of the judges in the judges' seat.

Wearing a red Tang costume, in his fifties, with a round face on his back, he got up with a smile when he saw the light coming, took the microphone handed by the staff, and said:

"Then I will throw bricks and lead the way, I hope all the contestants can achieve good results!"

Everyone is waiting for his first song, how can he also be the vice chairman of the Composers Association, and it is still the first song, how can it be the first masterpiece, right?

Gu Qingyun also opened his eyes at this time, he also wanted to hear how much people in this world understood poetry.

"The cold sky on the round spirit is the same all over the world. Knowing thousands of miles away, there is no rain and wind.

Feng Yushan's voice fell, and everyone in the audience responded with warm applause.

Gu Qingyun looked at the group of people on the judges' bench and all nodded and applauded, almost falling off the chair.

This Nima is not the Tang Dynasty poet Li Qiao's poem "Mid-Autumn Moon Song II

"? Yes, this poem is a bit unpopular, but you can't plagiarize it like this, right?

Gu Qingyun tilted his head to look at Wang Xiaoxiao, and saw that he was also shocked by this poem, so he couldn't help but poke the other party's arm lightly, and whispered: "Xiaoxiao, this poem... Haven't you heard?"

he wasn't sure if there was such a poem in the world, because it was too unpopular.

If he hadn't seen it by chance in his previous life, maybe he really let this person surnamed Feng fool him.

"Of course I've heard it, it's his original, and although it wasn't made on the spot, it's nothing.

After finishing speaking, Wang Xiaoxiao looked at Gu Qingyun with some doubts, and said, "Teacher Gu, what do you mean by asking? Have you heard this poem before?" Hearing Wang Xiaoxiao ask, Gu Qingyun's

head shook like a rattle, "How is it possible, I just ask, this poem is so well written." "

What can he do? He is also very helpless, could it be that he jumped out and said that this poem was not written by the person surnamed Feng? but by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Qiao?

It is estimated that if he really said this, he would definitely be regarded as a fool, after all, he is a writer's association, or the vice chairman, and plagiarism will definitely not be done.

Then there is only one possibility, in this world, there is no such person as Li Qiao, and this poem is really written by Feng Yushan.

Thinking of this, he looked at Feng Yushan, who was standing on the stage, dressed in a red Tang suit, and couldn't help but secretly admire, being able to write such a poem can be regarded as very powerful.

Thanks to Chairman Feng for his opening poem, this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry competition will be counted in two ways, one is the audience and the judges vote, and the other is the audience outside the venue to send text messages to vote for their favorite poems.

Of course, the ranking of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club has been accumulated by the audience outside the venue as the final result, and the judges on the scene just gave reasonable opinions.

Contestants, please walk up to the stage in the order in which you entered and start to present your entries.

The contestants of the Writers' Association are invited to appear below, and everyone applauds. The

audience applauded, and I saw a tall and handsome young man in the audience stand up from the chair, and after the guidance of the staff, he walked to the stage.

Wang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the host say that according

to the order of the competition, he looked at Gu Qingyun beside him, and said suspiciously: "Teacher Gu, what is your order?" Gu Qingyun was stunned when asked, and said, "What order?"

Now the two were dumbfounded, and indeed no one told Gu Qingyun how many people came to the stage.

"Then what should I do now, Teacher Gu, why don't I go and ask you. "Then you have to get up.

was quickly pulled back by Gu Qingyun's eyes, and said, "What are you anxious about, don't participate in it, I didn't have much interest in this Mid-Autumn Festival party." "

Indeed, he didn't want to come in the first place, if it wasn't for the arrangement of the station, he would be sleeping at home now.

Now this situation is just right, even if the station is dissatisfied, it can only vent with the organizer, anyway, it has nothing to do with Gu Qingyun.

Wang Xiaoxiao muttered with some dissatisfaction: "Teacher Gu, how good your answer is, with this kind of talent, why don't you show it, and win the first place in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, how majestic."

Gu Qingyun pursed his lips and didn't answer, he was majestic, but what about after that, he didn't lack anything about fame.

What's more, he was already very unhappy that he was forcibly arranged to participate in the competition, and he still had to help the radio station win the first place? Don't even think about it!

Wang Xiaoxiao saw that he didn't speak, and he didn't continue to speak, but sat there and looked at the stage.

In the center of the stage, the tall and handsome young man held a microphone in his hand and wore white trousers, looking a little bit of a boss.

"Hello judges, audience, I am Da Lei who has just entered the Writers' Association, and Chairman Feng's poem just now is really good, which makes me a little embarrassed to read my own one.

After Da Lei said this, everyone looked at Feng Yushan, who was sitting on the judges' seat.

I saw Feng Yushan smile on his face, took the microphone, and said: "Da Lei, don't have any psychological burden, there is no difference between high and low literature."

Da Lei nodded, retracted his gaze to look at the audience, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "What I brought is a modern poem called Mid-Autumn Moon."

The moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is very round.

It's like a piece of cake.

Would love to take a bite.

to relieve my lovesickness.

After reading it, he bowed and said thank you, and then stood on the stage.

After the audience was a little stunned, the applause was very warm.

At this time, the hostess also walked on the stage, stood beside Da Lei, and praised: "As a member of the Writers' Association, this modern poem is really meaningful, and it makes me want to eat moon cakes when I listen to it."

After making a joke, he said to the judges: "Judges, teachers, what do you think of this modern poem by

Da Lei?" or Feng Yushan took the lead in speaking, picked up the microphone, and said: "I know Da Lei, he just joined the Writers Association not long ago, and the reason why he came to participate in this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting is also to exercise himself."

As for the poem he just wrote, I personally think it's very good, modern poetry is different from those ancient five words and seven words. "