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Chapter 272 Vote! It’s a blast! What a wonderful poem!

Over at the Poetry Association, an old man with gray hair could not suppress his excitement at the moment: "I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart!"

"This poem is absolutely, absolutely amazing!"

"This simple sentence perfectly explains the deepest expectation in everyone's heart on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival!"

A poet from the Poetry Association, who had scolded Lin Mo the most before, now looked dazed: "This verse... this verse has simply refreshed my understanding of poetry!"

"I thought I had studied poetry for many years in vain. It was originally because I had a new understanding of poetry research, but now I realize that I was just sitting in a well and looking at the sky!"

A young literary girl was looking at Lin Mo over there. The poems that Lin Ce had just recited were still echoing in her mind: "I don't even know how to describe my feelings now."

"I remember that when I first went to college, I had no way to go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival at school. It was also the first Mid-Autumn Festival that I didn't spend with my family. That night, I also felt very lonely and looked at the moon.

I looked at it for a long time, it was originally a long time ago, but now, all the past memories are brought back by his simple poems!"

Some people looked sad at this moment: "In this world, most of us are busy with life. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, what we look forward to is a bite of egg yolk-flavored mooncakes, but now I suddenly want to fall in love..."

under.

The response was extremely enthusiastic.

Discussions came and went.

Some simply appreciate the beauty of the poem, while others are brought back memories because of the poem.

But there are no exceptions.

Basically everyone was completely conquered by Lin Mo's "Water Melody Song"!

Shen Chuhe was sitting there, looking at Lin Mo on the stage with excitement.

Her palms were also covered in sweat at the moment.

This was the sweat shed from the nervousness when I was worried about Lin Mo before.

And now.

Shen Chuhe heard so many people around him praising Lin Mo.

Shen Chuhe only felt happy and a little proud!

Shen Chuhe's sister-in-law was sitting there in a daze. She closed her eyes and sighed for a long time: "I originally thought that the first line of his poem was amazing enough, and the entire poem was probably the first."

The sentence will have such an effect."

"I didn't expect that the following verses were so well written."

"You can feel from this poem that he is not a simple person."

Aunt Shen Chuhe opened her eyes and looked at Lin Mo over there. Suddenly she realized that she couldn't see through the young man in front of her.

Xu Sheng's face over there was already very, very ugly at this time.

He stood there, clenching his fists and looking livid.

Today was supposed to be his day to shine!

But now, everyone's eyes seem to be paying attention to this Lin Mo!

Not many people remember the poem he just wrote.

This is not the result he wants!

But he couldn't understand how this guy could write a poem like "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"!

This is too exaggerated!

Lin Mo looked at the host who stood aside and said nothing: "Should we announce the start of voting?"

The host woke up from a dream and immediately came forward with an apology on his face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"It's really because your poem is so well written that I was thinking about your poem just now, so I didn't come back to my senses."

"Then it's voting time! If you like this song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", please vote for it!"

The host's voice fell.

Then.

The voting interface for "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" immediately appeared on the screen.

Voting begins.

Real-time counting.

Then……

The number of votes starts to soar!

"Vote! You must vote!"

"This is the best poem I have ever heard today... no, in my life!"

"As long as you are not a fool, vote for him! What he writes is simply invincible!"

"I like this "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" so much! I couldn't love it any more!"

all of a sudden.

Many people couldn't help but pick up the voting machines in their hands and started voting for Lin Mo's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"!

Then.

The host and everyone looked at the big screen, and then they all let out bursts of exclamations.

"Wow, the number of votes has increased so quickly!"

"It's only been a few seconds, and there are already more than 300 votes! It's still going up!"

"It's right that it's rising fast. Who told him to write this poem that's so good!"

"A good poem should get a high number of votes, otherwise, it will be a crap vote!"

This way.

Everyone is voting enthusiastically.

And the director's office.

The stage director had just stopped writing at this moment and glanced at the "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" he had just written down in front of him.

"Wonderful! So wonderful!"

"Absolute! Absolutely amazing!"

"As for "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", I think it should be included in student textbooks as a teaching material!"

The director looked excited: "If those people from the Poetry Association can write such poems, how can future poetry conferences be tepid!"

"Genius, this guy named Lin Mo is definitely a genius!"

"However, my handwriting is really good. It's really good. It's not in vain that I have been practicing calligraphy for so many years!"

The director looked at his own "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" and enjoyed himself. The more he looked at it, the happier he became.

And this time.

Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps outside the door.

Later.

Someone knocked on the door and the sound was urgent.

Someone shouted outside the door.

"Director!"

The director frowned: "Come in!"

Soon, the staff pushed in the door with an anxious look on his face: "Director, it's bad, something happened!"

The director frowned: "What happened? Why are you so panicked?"

"Calm down! What on earth is going on!"

The staff took a deep breath: "It's the problem with the program of this Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference!"

Hear this.

The director's heart suddenly sank: "What is going on? Please tell me slowly!"

"Could it be that the listening rate of this poetry conference has dropped to an appalling level?"

"But don't be too anxious, this show is coming to an end soon after all."

"Just hold on a little longer and let the next show be ready and ready to go!"

The staff member hurriedly said: "No! It's not that the program's listening rate has gone down, it's that the program's listening rate has exploded!"

"After "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" came out, the listening rate of our radio station started to skyrocket, and now it has exploded!"

(End of chapter)