Entertainment: From being divorced by the Queen's wife

Chapter 267 Mid-Autumn Festival Masterpieces

Too bad?

Hearing Lin Mo's words.

Shen Chuhe's sister-in-law who was sitting there was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyebrows: "He is also a member of the Poetry Association after all, and here you are, saying that his writing is too bad?"

Lin Mo was very frank: "In my opinion, it's just bad, very bad, and it has no meaning whatsoever."

"This kind of poetry has no appreciation value except for self-entertainment."

Lin Mo's voice was particularly casual when he spoke.

When Xu Sheng next to him heard this, he looked at Lin Mo with a bit of dissatisfaction: "Although I also think that the taste of this poem is a bit bad, it is far from as useless as you said. !”

"I think people like you just don't read enough and see too few poems, so you can't tell the difference between good and bad."

"Let me tell you, before you learn how to evaluate the quality of a poem, you can actually learn how to be a human being."

Xu Sheng didn't have a good expression when he spoke.

Lin Mo smiled: "She asked me how I felt, and I just expressed my truest thoughts."

"It's okay if you think it's good. Anyway, in my eyes, this kind of poetry is not good."

Looking at Lin Mo's determined look.

The way Xu Sheng looked at Lin Mo at this moment was even more contemptuous and disdainful.

"Experts watch the door, and laymen watch the fun. Since you said so, I won't forcefully correct you."

"It's just that no matter what, your attitude is unacceptable."

Xu Sheng looked like he was educating Lin Mo. After he finished speaking, he looked at Shen Chuhe over there: "Chu He, what do you think?"

Shen Chuhe frowned: "I said, I don't like it. If you insist on asking me what I think, I can only say that my thoughts are the same as Lin Mo's!"

"I also think this poem is not good!"

Looking at Shen Chuhe, it was clear that he was on Lin Mo's side.

Xu Sheng smiled at this moment: "Then I understand."

"However, if you think this is not good, then you might as well read the poems I wrote later."

"I hope you like it."

Xu Sheng still maintained his elegant demeanor and was not in a hurry to break up with Lin Mo.

His idea is simple, he hopes to prove to Shen Chuhe from all aspects that he is better than Lin Mo.

Shen Chuhe's sister-in-law nodded: "Yes, I am still looking forward to Xu Sheng's works later."

"However, some people, when they evaluate it later, please don't act like I don't understand it, but I think it's bad because it's not good."

When Aunt Shen Chuhe was talking, she did not forget to look at Lin Mo, trying to put pressure on Lin Mo.

Shen Chuhe glanced at Lin Mo worriedly.

But Lin Mo's expression remained as usual, not affected at all.

Next.

The host gradually asked people to come on stage and then recited poems.

Some of them are people from the Poetry Association, and some are teachers from the Chinese Department of Yenching University.

After each time, voting starts above.

With a total of 500 votes in the audience.

The current highest number of votes is 261.

Lin Mo listened to the whole process, and when he couldn't help it, he yawned.

Look at Lin Mo like this.

Xu Sheng was even more dissatisfied: "Among the many poems just now, none of them can satisfy you?"

Lin Mo smiled: "They are playing their own tricks, so don't ask questions like this again."

"In my opinion, the poems they wrote are just entertainment."

What Lin Mo said is also true.

Among these people, although there are a few who can barely write, they are still pretty good.

But to Lin Mo's ears, it sounded a bit off.

I don't know if it is because the level of poetry development in this world is not enough, so in Lin Mo's mind, any Mid-Autumn Festival poem he has seen before can knock out all the poems written by this group of people.

Aunt Shen Chuhe said from the side: "Xu Sheng, don't ask any more questions, he is just a layman."

"If you ask a layman what's going on here, how could he possibly understand it?"

Xu Sheng nodded: "That being said, I always feel that any normal person should be able to feel the beauty in poetry."

"As long as you are an educated person, you should be able to feel a special artistic conception from the poems. But obviously, this person doesn't understand it at all. He is really too vulgar."

Hear this.

Shen Chuhe immediately became unhappy. She frowned and looked at Xu Sheng over there with a cold face: "Who are you calling vulgar?"

"What do you mean!"

Shen Chuhe looked angry.

Xu Sheng then laughed and pretended to apologize: "I said the wrong thing, so don't take it to heart, just pretend I didn't say it."

"However, Chuhe, listen to me, if your father sees someone like him, your father will probably be very displeased."

Shen Chuhe: "What does it have to do with you!"

Shen Chuhe was already angry and even wanted to pull Lin Mo away.

She couldn't see others ridiculing Lin Mo like this, and she didn't want to see Lin Mo suffer any injustice.

But Aunt Shen Chuhe stopped her directly: "Chuhe, look at how your kid talks. He walks away just as soon as he says it. What kind of words are you talking about?"

"Xu Sheng will be going up later. Sit down quietly."

Aunt Shen Chuhe just finished speaking.

Xu Sheng glanced at the time: "It's almost my turn, so I'll go backstage to prepare."

He spoke and then stood up from his seat: "Chuhe, please remember to vote for me later."

"I believe that this poem I wrote will definitely satisfy you."

He smiled confidently and walked towards the stage.

Watching Xu Sheng pass by, Aunt Shen Chuhe cheered him up.

The director of the radio station office was very, very irritable at this moment.

Every time he heard a new poem, after listening to it, his whole body felt like he was going to explode.

"What bullshit is this!"

"These poems are such a mess! My listening ratings have dropped!"

The station director complained, looking particularly annoyed.

And this time.

Xu Sheng has already arrived behind the stage and is ready.

At this time, Lin Mo was looking at the stage over there, listening to the poems of the so-called poets on the stage, and suddenly thought of a Mid-Autumn Festival masterpiece in his mind.

Compared to that Mid-Autumn Festival masterpiece, nothing written by everyone present can even compare.

And this time.

The host finally announced: "Next, let us invite the next poet, Xu Sheng, our new teacher from the Chinese Department of Yenching University, to bring his Mid-Autumn Festival poems!"

(End of chapter)