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"There are not hundreds of thousands of copies, exaggerated, exaggerated."

Li Feng waved his hand pretending to be modest, he extended his hand to the wish over there, wanting to shake hands.

But making a wish just glanced at him, nodded slightly, and didn't mean to say anything more.

Before Li Feng felt embarrassed.

Sun Zhongyu next to him seemed to have thought of something, and his face became extremely excited: "Could you be the female poet who was on CCTV back then?"

"I remember a character interview in one issue, which mentioned a modern female poet. Although the picture is very short, I remember it very clearly! It seems to be called making a wish!"

As soon as Sun Zhongyu spoke.

The eyes of Pan Yun, Lu Yan and others were all surprised.

Even many people around looked at the wishing over there.

Can be on CCTV.

This in itself represents a kind of strength!

Li Feng was even more taken aback, his eyes full of envy.

"I still have a game later, so let's go first."

Make a wish and nod to everyone.

"Modern poetry competition, why don't we go and have a look together?"

Bian Wudao said: "Anyway, everyone is here, there is nothing to do."

"It's just right, we can listen to the poems written by Wishing this time. Every poem she writes is super good! Really, it's definitely not my bragging!"

Bian Wudao looked like he was licking a dog. Ever since he made a wish, he looked at him with fiery eyes.

It's just that Wish's attitude towards him is neither salty nor weak.

"We have nothing to do, let's go together."

Sun Zhongyu nodded, then looked at Li Feng again: "How about you, why don't we go together?"

"it is good."

Li Feng did not refuse.

We are all cultural people and writers, and getting together makes him feel very comfortable.

At least.

I feel much better than when I was with that Lin Nan.

A group of people followed the wish to the auditorium next door.

When we got there.

There are already quite a few people around.

Apart from young people, there are also many middle-aged people, but without exception, they all give people the feeling of cultural people.

At least.

From the looks of it, it does.

"There are writers over there, and poets here. Speaking of which, this is the first time I have seen a living poet."

Pan Yun said something in a low voice.

Lu Yan nodded.

poet.

Such people are relatively rare.

Just walked in.

"It's a wish!"

"Here comes the wish."

"That talented poetess, this time, I'm afraid she will win No.1, right?"

"I remember her poems. When she wrote the famous work "The Flowers Are Beautiful and the Moon Is Not Full", it seems that she was in high school?"

When many people saw the wish, they all immediately exported it.

The eyes came into focus.

Someone appreciates the talent for making wishes.

There are also people who simply admire the beautiful face that makes a wish.

"What does that person do?"

Lin Nan, who was sitting in the front seat following Gu Chunbo, glanced at the wishing man who came in, and asked curiously.

"Make a wish, the female poet who became famous a few years ago, I didn't expect her to come back to compete."

Gu Chunbo glanced over there, a little surprised, and then a little melancholy: "It seems that your chance of winning is much smaller."

"The poems she wrote are really good."

Gu Chunbo said so.

Lin Nan just nodded slightly, but he didn't take it too seriously.

He doesn't care about whether he makes a wish or not, and he doesn't have much interest.

Now Lin Nan doesn't know what poems he will write.

It used to be random.

This time, let's just do whatever we want, if we really can't write it, let it be, Lin Nan didn't mean to force it.

did not expect.

After Li Qing and Zhou Zhengguang saw the person making a wish coming in, they hurried over with smiles on their faces.

"Here comes the wish."

"This time, I am looking forward to your poem."

The two spoke.

Make a wish and smiled modestly: "It's too good."

Li Feng was quite envious when he saw the wishing crowd surrounded by everyone.

Zhou Zhengguang said at this time: "The competition is about to start, why don't you sit over there?"

"Over there, there is a modern poet who is younger than you, and he is also a genius, haha."

Chapter 393 He Can Only Sing

Also a genius?

poet?

Still young?

Wishing grasped these key words very keenly.

"It shouldn't be. Wishing is only in his early twenties now. In the modern poetry circle, has there been a young man who is more popular than him?"

Bian Wudao next to him spoke immediately, more or less trying to fight against injustice for the sake of making a wish.

He finished speaking.

Sun Zhongyu on the side also nodded: "Although I don't pay much attention to the circle of modern poetry, until now, I don't seem to have heard of any outstanding young poets."

"After all, in this day and age, there are quite a few people who can write modern poems, but there are very few who can write good ones."

Sun Zhongyu and Bian Wudao finished talking.

Everyone looked at Zhou Zhengguang over there.

They knew Zhou Zhengguang's character to some extent, and in his capacity, they would not be aimless.

"I didn't believe it before, but I can't help it. He did write two very good poems."

Zhou Zhengguang was not angry either, and said with a smile: "Last night, a group of our old friends met for dinner and talked for a long time. It was really not easy."

"I think of China, a country of culture, where poetry flourished in those days, but it is hard to see now. But in such an environment, there are always young people who can break all the rules and write pleasing poems."

When Zhou Zhengguang mentioned this, the admiration in his words was beyond words.

"That's not true. I always feel that he will be able to write better modern poems in the days to come. By then, he may not be able to become a real master of the generation in this field."

Li Qing on the side also nodded repeatedly.

When he said such words, everyone was shocked at once.

This time.

Even with the wishing over there, his expression changed for a while.

She knew this Li Qing very well, and she always gave people the impression that she was a bit old-fashioned and not loyal to flattery. What he said was often the truth.

The key is.

Li Qing's vision is extremely high, even if it is a wishing work, there are many verses, which cannot catch Li Qing's eyes.

But now.

How could Li Qing give that person such a high evaluation?

"Is it that great?"

Pan Yun was dumbfounded, and then asked curiously, "Who is that person?"

"I guess it might be someone who was born in a scholarly family and has been influenced by everyone's culture since childhood."

Li Feng on the side analyzed.

"This is also possible. After all, if you want to truly immerse yourself in poetry and write gorgeous poems, you need a lot of literary skills."

Someone chimed in.

They talked one by one.

They all hope that this can attract the attention of the people present.

Lu Yan looked around thoughtfully. She was still trying to find Lin Nan, and she didn't know where Lin Nan had gone since then.

It was as if he had disappeared completely as soon as he entered the door.

"Yanyan, let me tell you, the difficulty of modern poetry is much more difficult than writing songs."

Li Feng over there noticed that Lu Yan was a little careless, and then he said quickly: "The things in the literary world are far from what those who write and sing saliva songs can understand."

"And did you know that there are actually some people who directly changed some of the previous poems into popular songs, and those adapted songs have far richer connotations than those slobbery songs!"

Li Feng spoke like this.

He immediately got the approval of Sun Zhongyu and Bian Wudao over there.

"That is, for writers like us, writing songs is not easy? But for those who write songs, how many people can write books?"

"It's not a class thing at all, haha."

A few of them chatted there.

Li Feng's eyes were rather smug.

He intends to regain the face he lost in the bar on this matter.

Just never thought about it.

"Where is he?"

Wishing, who didn't say much, asked at this time.

Her words were calm, and she couldn't hear any particular anger or other emotions.

It's just that it's probably the first time I've heard someone praise modern poems written by others in front of her, which makes Wishing feel a little indescribable in his heart.

"Over there, you can go over and get to know each other first."