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Chapter 23 Appreciation of Poetry(1/2)

Mo Sicheng was the most surprised. He always thought that he knew his son very well, so when he heard Mo Zhuosi say he wanted to open a column, he thought it was nothing.

I think it may be because of my luck or anyone can open this column.

But now, he was a little confused!

Mo Zhuosi's speech was a little fast just now, but he still heard it, and vaguely felt that what his son said was quite reasonable.

Yang Huanhuan frowned slightly, and she asked Mo Zhuosi in surprise: "Are you sure?"

In fact, she couldn't fully understand what she meant just now.

but……

It seems that it is really what he said!

Mo Zhuosi thought this was really too funny, "Of course, you probably haven't checked who the author of this poem is?"

"I checked it, but I didn't look carefully!" Yang Huanhuan retorted.

She directly searched for the appreciation of "Roasted Fruit" at that time, but she didn't find it. Because she was anxious to find the answer, she scanned the others briefly.

"Do you know the author?" Mo Sicheng asked in surprise.

If this is true, it is not surprising that my son will express the meaning of this poem!

At this moment, Yang Huanhuan screamed with her cell phone: "Ah!!!"

Everyone looked over!

"What's wrong?"

"What are you doing?"

Yang Huanhuan opened her mouth wide, raised her head, looked at Mo Zhuosi with incredible eyes, and then said, "It was you who wrote it!"

Everyone was shocked!

What the hell!

The sight that was originally staring at Yang Huanhuan was immediately aimed at Mo Zhuosi in unison. This joke was a bit too big!

Everyone's eyes were full of shock, and they were waiting for their answer!

Mo Zhuo thought about the explanation in the literary cup, and he smiled and said, "I probably..."

He paused...

Everyone was waiting for him to speak, and their eyes were all focused on him.

"I probably copied this poem out in my mind!"

A rumbling sound!!!

Yang Huanhuan was stunned!

This sentence echoed in her mind!!!

Mo's mother was so excited. She was not interested in poetry at first, but now she has to read it!

This is my son's work, and you can tell from everyone's reactions that it is extraordinary!

Mo Zhuosi pretended to be a pussy inadvertently, then calmly took a bite of the chicken wings and said, "You can start eating, it's cooked!"

Everyone was stunned for about two seconds.

Mo Sicheng suddenly took a breath and then smiled and said, "Yes, yes, everyone should start eating!"

Who would have thought that the works that I had not appreciated just now were actually poems written by my son!

This is a big joke!

He must change the subject, otherwise there will be no place for this old face to go!

Yang Huanhuan's mind was in a mess. In her mind, Mo Zhuosi had never had the ability to brag and often bullied her image of annoying big brother.

So she didn't believe that the other party would be the person in charge of a column.

As a result, the poems that my teacher praised in the classroom were actually the other party’s works?

This is simply...

This is simply terrible!

She gritted her teeth and asked, "You really want to open a column to comment on poetry?"

The reason she asked this was because she remembers that there is no column on the APP of Comments.com at all.

"Well, it will not be available after the update on Monday!" Mo Zhuosi didn't know what the other party was thinking, so he replied.

"oh!"

Yang Huanhuan bit her lower lip gently, and for no reason she became afraid to talk to the other party.

Mo Zhuosi's performance just now completely subverted the image in her mind.

After letting go, the few people were happy and they were all over the place. They were all gnawed because they were neighbors for more than ten years, and they usually had dinner together or played cards or something. They were very familiar.

When I was idle, I was boasting and had many feelings.

Mo Zhuosi clicked on the website of the New Generation Literature Ceremony on his mobile phone and searched for the "Loser" he sent out.

Unexpectedly, the website is quite efficient, and the review has been passed. You can see the contents of the first three chapters sent out.

It is about 30,000 words, which tells the story of the protagonist who was excited after traveling through time. He prepared many plans to get rich, and he also wrote in detail. He began to fantasize about a better life in the future.

In the underground book review area, there are two messages that appear lonely.

Gou Erdan's legs: "You posted the wrong area! How did you post the rebirth cool article to the literary district?"

Madman Shanyu: "Collection first, it's quite interesting to read the introduction!"

At this time, the book was viewed more than 100 times, not enough for two hundred, there were only a dozen likes, and only two comments were left.

Such bleak results instantly wiped out Mo Zhuosi's beautiful fantasy!

He also wanted to make money from this book to buy a car!

Yang Huanhuan lowered her head and played with her mobile phone. She was carefully reading the news report. The title inside was very conspicuous.

"The new generation of poet Wang Dongxue won the award in the literary cup, but suffered a crushing defeat in the poems!"

She was shocked after reading the report!!!

That's a new generation of poets!

The subway was full of their advertisements on the way back, but Mo Zhuosi defeated it?

She couldn't help but glance at the boy from the neighbor's house, and her mood was very complicated.

Could it be that I really misunderstood him before?

No no no no!

She shook her head hard, it was definitely not like this, she could not be deceived!

Disguise must be disguised!

Even if you really have this talent, your character is just as annoying!

At this moment, her classmate Yuan Xiaofen sent a private message.

"Oh my God! It's so annoying. That poem seems to be written by an employee of the Comment Network, but I can't understand his poem at all!"

Yang Huanhuan bit her lip, and then told her classmates the appreciation that Mo Zhuosi had just combined with his own language.

Sure enough, in less than ten seconds, I received a reply immediately!

"Your angle is so curious!"

Yang Huanhuan replied without hesitation: "It's this, I know the author of this poem!"

A shocked expression popped up in a private message.

Yuan Xiaofen blinked in fear and asked in disbelief: "Is it true or false?"

"Really, this poem was written by an employee of the Comment Network in the literary cup. He is my neighbor!" After Yang Huanhuan posted this line of words, he secretly glanced at Mo Zhuosi.

Mo Zhuosi was worried that no one could appreciate his novel.

Yuan Xiaofen happily sent another poem to come over and asked, "Then ask him what this poem means, I don't understand it very much!"

What Yuan Xiaofen posted was the song "Rain Night" on Mo Zhuosi's Weibo.

"Several clouds rely on the power of thunderstorms,"

"Sweep away all the stars and moons of the day."

"A gust of wind even called to catch the weak branch,"

"The branches twisted desperately,"

"But the claws that cannot escape the wind." - "Rain Night"

The artistic conception of this poem is quite good, but I just think it is very good. If I really say it clearly, I can't say it.
To be continued...
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