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Qin Tianzhu's solemn voice echoed in the hall.

"Young people do not know the taste of sorrow, they love to climb higher floors. They love to climb higher floors. They force themselves to express sorrow in order to compose new poems.

Now I know the taste of sorrow, I want to say it but I can’t. I want to say it but I can’t. I just say that the cool weather is a good autumn.

"Good words, good words."

After he finished reading it, he couldn't help but admire it.

Yan Qizhang closed his eyes and shook his head, with an intoxicated expression on his face, as if he had drunk nectar.

Li Jianguo clapped his hands and laughed, then picked up the enamel cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"I want to say something but I don't. I want to say something but I don't. I just say that the cool weather makes autumn a good time."

After Gu Santong reminisced about it, he felt a little emotional and proud.

"President Li, is my third brother's poem okay?"

Li Jianguo slapped his thigh and said, "Great! That's great!"

"The words he uses are sophisticated and refined, yet euphemistic and subtle, with emphasis on words and subtlety, totally unlike anything he could write at his age."

"More importantly, although the whole article is still about sadness, it is not the sadness of separation between a man and a woman, but a more advanced sadness for the country and family, which is really rare."

Gu Santong laughed loudly like a chick pecking at rice. Every time Li Jianguo said something, he quickly agreed.

"Ah, yes, yes, that's right, that's what my third brother thinks, yes, that's high-level."

Li Jianguo said: "But there is still one thing I am still confused about."

Gu Santong, who was boasting, paused: "What?"

"I don't understand what the sadness and indignation that is implicit in this poem is about. Now that the country is prosperous and he is young and promising, where does this sadness and indignation of being unappreciated come from?"

"This is very simple, what's there to understand?"

Li Jianguo was stunned for a moment, and quickly asked for advice: "Please tell me clearly, Gu."

"Haha, think about where you are, a poetry association, a pearl of traditional culture.

But what kind of crappy poetry do you guys write?

They are all worthless garbage. I have to dig out gold from the shit to barely pick out two or three songs that are worth watching.

Gao Yu, a leisurely man living in the mountains, was able to write masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages.

You people in the industry can't beat the laymen, yet you still have the nerve to make things difficult for them. Who wouldn't be angry and angry?"

"Is that so?" Li Jianguo looked a little embarrassed.

The main reason was that what Gu Santong said was too harsh and vulgar, and he didn’t leave any face for their association at all.

But if you think about it carefully, it does seem to make sense.

He can't even write this kind of poetry. As the president of a poetry association, he can't even compare to an amateur. It's really shameful to think about it.

Those who are incompetent sit in high positions in government, while those who are competent live in the wilderness. It is inevitable that people feel sad and angry.

"So that's it."

Both of them are people with outstanding appreciation ability.

The meaning of the poem is explained very clearly in just a few words.

Wen Wan listened to the two people's analysis word for word, and felt inexplicably upset.

It turns out that this is what Gao Yu thought in his heart.

If you put yourself in their shoes, you will probably feel the same way.

No wonder he was so grumpy tonight.

However, for his own sake, he forced himself to hide the grief and anger in his heart.

Even though he was provoked and ridiculed repeatedly, he had no intention of just walking away.

he…

Be really good to yourself.

...

"Fuck, that's awesome."

"Mad, what kind of divine figure is this!"

"Using this kind of poetry to slap someone in the face is like using a cannon to hit a mosquito, isn't it?"

"That's right. How can Li Haoran's crappy poem be compared with this kind of lyrics?"

When the audience heard Qin Tianzhu finish reciting the entire poem, they immediately went wild.

The fact that they were able to join the Poetry Association shows that, regardless of their level, they are at least poetry lovers.

I still have some basic appreciation ability.

Everyone was astonished after listening to the poems, and they all had their own answers to the results of this poetry contest.

Although there is no best in literature, the levels of writing should be similar.

Comparing the Himalayas with the small mound, it is obvious which one is higher.

For a while, there was an endless stream of words of praise from the audience.

“This word should be the first.”

"To force yourself to be sad in order to write a new poem is too cruel."

“This is a slap in the face.”

Some people couldn't help but look at Li Haoran, with a hint of gloating on their faces.

Li Haoran's face turned extremely pale.

His clenched fists were so tight that his nails dug deep into his flesh and blood was flowing out slowly.

But I didn't feel any pain at all.

There was only despair in his heart at this moment.

The feeling of despair when the proudest thing in one's heart is ruthlessly crushed by someone else.

too strong!

This person is so strong!

He is also a treacherous and insidious thief.

He clearly has such strength, but he insists on hiding it, waiting for me to jump out and then crush me ruthlessly.

Not only defeat the opponent, but also make the opponent a complete clown.

Such people are so terrible.

Li Haoran felt a strong sense of powerlessness and was afraid to become his enemy.

"To compose new poems, I force myself to be sad... hehe..."

A sad smile appeared on Li Haoran's lips.

This is how Gao Yu mocked himself before.

His lyrics were also about sorrow, but Li Haoran did not dare to refute him with this.

Because Li Haoran knew that with Gao Yu's attainments in poetry, he must have written it that way on purpose.

Using his sorrow belittles my own sorrow.

It's just to slap someone in the face.

It’s too cruel, so cruel!

Li Haoran suddenly felt a burning pain on his face, as if Gao Yu had slapped him again.

Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, so they forcefully express sorrow in order to compose new words.

These two sentences were like two sharp knives, piercing his heart.

It hurts, it hurts too much!

Two lines of hot tears slowly fell, and Li Haoran knew that he was finished.

In the past, if someone got beaten up, people would only discuss it for two days at most, but as time passed, it would soon be forgotten by everyone.

But this time it’s different, this poem is a classic. As long as it is spread, it will definitely be sung by people in the world in the future.

And by that time, everyone will know that Li Haoran is the "young man" referred to in the lyrics.

The sentence "forced sorrow in order to compose new poems" is a satire on his whining and affectation.

He, Li Haoran, will become a criticized villain and be passed down forever as an allusion...

This is nailing him to the pillar of shame in history!

...

Li Haoran was like a plague god at this time, and no one wanted to get close to him anymore.

If he could think of this, then certainly everyone else could think of it too, so naturally the farther away the better.

There were also some people who looked at Li Haoran with hatred in their eyes.

Because they were also the people who wrote about sorrow before.

The sentence "I forced myself to feel sad just to write new poems" made them feel hot on their faces.

They were affected for no reason and are feeling very uncomfortable now.

But they didn't dare to blame Gao Yu, so they could only vent their anger on Li Haoran.

They hated Li Haoran so much that his teeth were itching for trouble.

I wish I could rush up and beat him to death with a stick.

"It's a god-level disease. Why did you provoke him if there was nothing wrong?"

"Mad, you're the only one who can do it!"

"Alpaca, you bastard, wait!"

"What a jerk, what a cheap thing."

A series of low shouts and curses were heard.

Facing the looks of disgust or ridicule from the crowd, Li Haoran felt completely disheartened.

He knew that there was no room for him here anymore.

I have become a person that is hated by everyone.

"Ugly slave... So I am an ugly slave..."