"The words in the world are actually understood."

"So, I can write books, so I can write poetry, so it is also possible!"

Li Feng was still talking nonstop there.

But Lu Yan's eyes always fell on the wishes that were walking towards the stage.

Make a wish...

It's really too dazzling.

In the modern poetry circle, she is a well-deserved goddess-level figure.

now.

Everyone below looked at her over there.

Lin Nan glanced at me and found that he was just now competing with him, and he looked like a group of so-called poets who were eating gunpowder.

At this time, I saw the wish coming to the stage.

They all showed joyful smiles on their faces, and they couldn't tell at all that this group of people was still there just now, gritting their teeth at Lin Nan, looking full of fire.

“It’s really popular.”

Lin Nan sighed.

These days, there are many girls with various literary and teenage diseases on the Internet.

People who think it's very fashionable are not uncommon to take a non-mainstream signature as their motto.

But make a wish.

This is probably the pinnacle of female literary youth?

"Hello everyone, I'm making a wish."

Make a wish standing on the stage, holding the microphone, and speaking softly.

The voice spread everywhere, her smile on her face, and her expression gave people a very gentle feeling.

She stood there, even if she didn't say anything, she was as poetic as a painting and pleasing to the eye.

“Awesome.”

"Her whole temperament is particularly consistent with the poet's temperament."

"I am a well-deserved goddess-level figure. She used to be sharp when she was not old. Now that time has grown, the unique aura she has accumulated on her body is soft and long, making her look even more special."

Li Qing and others looked at the wishes over there and praised them one by one.

Countless people have a hot vision.

“It’s really welcome to make a wish.”

Sun Zhongyu sighed.

"That's not true. Xu Feng and I participated in an exclusive interview with each other in the past. It happened a few years ago. Since that time, I have never forgotten about Xu Feng."

Bian Wudao looked at the wish over there, with a look of emotion, and there was a lot of sadness in his eyes: "It's a pity that wishes don't seem to have any special feelings for me. I have invited them many times but I have not been able to meet her again."

"I don't know which man will be cheaper for a woman as good as Make Wish in the end."

"A man worthy of such a woman is probably the only one who will be the future me."

Bian Wudao is affectionate and melancholy and firm.

But even he himself didn't believe this.

"This time, I brought my poem "Yan Nanbei".

She spoke out.

Her eyes slowly passed by the audience, looking serious.

Yan Nanbei.

When hearing the title of this poem, many people's eyes lit up.

When making a wish, the voice is still telling a story, neither salty nor light, with an unforgettable feeling.

Relaxed, and distant.

It seems to contain countless stories.

Everyone, everyone, was attracted by the wishes made at this moment.

she……

Focused by eyes.

It was even shrouded in the kindness and amazement of countless people.

"Okay...it's really good to write."

Li Qing was stunned when he listened to the wishing poem, his face was stunned, and he was a little lost.

"Every winter, swallows take off from the north, group in groups, and go south to spend the long winter. At the moment when everything is deserted, they escape from the ice and snow behind them, and pursue in the direction of light."

Professor Shi of the Department of Literature of Yanjing University was moved, and there was a bit of deep thought in his eyes: "But along the way, swallows who walk together will always lose their partners, their families, and even themselves."

"But they are still indomitable and never give up. They just migrated all the way southward, before the snow-covered earth."

"It's so great. This is the best modern poem I have written today. There are stories between the lines. It not only describes Yan Xingnan, but also describes that spirit, that spirit of never giving up!"

A group of people were full of admiration and emotion.

"It's really worthy of making a wish."

Gu Chunbo also sighed repeatedly at this time. He turned his head and looked at Lin Nan: "This wish has really been a great achievement in modern poetry."

"How do you think this poem is written?"

Gu Chunbo asked, but saw Lin Nan sitting there, frowning slightly, as if thinking.

"It's okay..."

Lin Nan exhaled, and he looked up and looked at the wishes on the stage, a little surprised.

This wish is really good.

Even a guy like Lin Nan who thinks he doesn't understand modern poetry very much can feel the emotions she conveys with poems.

only……

"I thought of another kind of swallow."

Lin Nan suddenly spoke.

"Another kind of swallow?"

Gu Chunbo was stunned when he heard this, and was a little confused.

Then.

He remembered that Lin Nan might be on stage later, and immediately became a little worried: "Are you ready for poetry?"

"If it really doesn't work, just abstain."

"You can use a pee escape, so that you won't be able to point fingers at you."

Gu Chunbo spoke at this time.

He had just noticed the voices of the poets saying to Lin Nan, but Lin Nan's counterattack was very effective, so Gu Chunbo didn't say much.

Now.

With everyone who should play on the court, they all went up.

Then next.

It's Lin Nan's turn. If Lin Nan comes to power, he might be drowned by spit.

"I haven't thought about it yet, but it should be soon."

Lin Nan shook his head.

There were countless pictures emerging in his mind.

It's a dark cloud.

It's lightning.

It is the force that impacts everything.

That light of inspiration.

After all, it suddenly appeared at this moment.

"Make a wish so well, you just said it's okay?"

"Do you really treat yourself as a dish?"

"This kid doesn't understand what modern poetry is at all! What's the use of a guy who doesn't have the temperament of a poet, who is only worthy of verbalizing?"
To be continued...