Also a genius?

poet?

Still young?

Make a wish very keenly grasped these keywords.

"No, I hope you are only in your early twenties now. Have you ever seen young people in the modern poetry circle who are even more popular than him?"

Bian Wudao next to him spoke immediately, somewhat of a bit of arguing for making a wish.

He finished speaking.

Sun Zhongyu, who was standing beside him, also nodded: "Although I don't pay much attention to the circle of modern poetry, I still don't seem to have heard of any outstanding young poets so far."

"After all, these days, there are many people who can write modern poetry, but there are really few who can write well."

Sun Zhongyu and Bian Wudao finished speaking.

Everyone looked at Zhou Zhengguang over there.

They know more about Zhou Zhengguang's character, and with his identity, they will not be aimless.

"I didn't believe it before this, but there was no way. I did write two very good poems."

Zhou Zhengguang was not angry either, and said with a smile: "Last night, a group of old friends met and had a meal together, and they talked for a long time. It was really not easy."

"I think of my great China, a country of culture, and the prosperous poetry era back then, but in such an environment, there are always young people who can break all conventions and write pleasing poems."

When Zhou Zhengguang said this, the praise in his words was even more exaggerated.

"That's not. I always feel that he will be able to write better modern poetry in the days to come. At that time, he may not be able to become a true master in this field."

Li Qing on the side also nodded repeatedly.

When he said such words, everyone was shocked.

This time.

Even the wishes over there changed their expressions.

She knows this Li Qing very well. She always feels a bit old-fashioned and is not loyal to flattery. What he says is often the truth.

The most important thing is.

Li Qing has a very high horizon. Even in his works of making wishes, there are many poems that cannot be seen by Li Qing.

But now.

Can Li Qing actually give that person such a high evaluation?

"Is that amazing?"

Pan Yun was secretly shocked, and then asked curiously: "Who is that person?"

"I guess it may be born in a scholarly family and has been influenced by all cultures since I was a child."

Li Feng, who was standing beside him, analyzed.

"This is also possible. After all, it is not low to truly immerse yourself in poems and write gorgeous poems."

Someone echoed.

They were talking and talking.

Everyone hopes that this can attract the attention of those present.

Lu Yan looked around thoughtfully. She was still trying to find Lin Nan, but she didn't know where Lin Nan had gone from just now.

It seemed as if he had completely disappeared as soon as he entered the door.

"Yanyan, let me tell you, the difficulty of this modern poetry is much more difficult than writing songs."

Li Feng on the other side found that Lu Yan was a little careless, and then quickly spoke: "The things in the literary world are far from what those who write saliva songs can understand."

"And you know, in fact, some people directly change some of the previous poems into popular songs. The adapted songs have much richer connotations than those saliva songs!"

Li Feng spoke like this.

Immediately I received the approval of Sun Zhongyu and Bian Wudao over there.

"That's right, writers like us can write songs with no means at all. But how many people can write books for those who write songs."

"This is not a level thing at all, haha."

The few of them were chatting there.

Li Feng's eyes were quite proud.

He plans to regain the face he had lost in the bar in this matter.

Just never thought.

"Where is he?"

I made a wish without much talk at this time.

Her words were calm and she could not hear any particular anger or other emotions.

It was probably the first time I heard someone praise the modern poems written by others in front of her, which made Fu Wen feel a little indescribable.

"You can go there and get to know each other first."

Li Qing pointed in one direction.

He was still a little embarrassed about the fact that Gu Chunbo was ripped last night.

"Okay, then I'll go over and get to know each other first."

Xun nodded and walked forward.

Because the back of the auditorium seat is relatively high.

From their perspective, there is no one sitting in the seat.

Seeing the wish walking towards the other side, Pan Yun was also quite curious and wanted to follow him to see what the so-called genius who was praised by Zhou Zhengguang and Li Qing looked like.

But Bian Wudao stopped him: "Then is the place where the participating people sit. We can wait for that person to come on stage later. Now everyone can find a seat here to sit down first."

"We can also exchange our literary experience."

When Bian Wudao was talking, his eyes never left his wish.

But this time there are many people participating in the competition. As the competition area, although no one stops them, according to the regulations, irrelevant people will not pass by rashly.

It is a conventional rule.

"That's fine. We have nothing to do anyway, so we can just listen to the poems written by the wishing poet who has heard a long time ago."

Li Feng smiled and spoke, and his words felt a bit genius.

It seems that only in this way can we agree with our current position.

Being with writers like Bian Wudao and Sun Zhongyu made Li Feng feel like he had found his own small group, especially when everyone flattered each other and blew each other on business, he felt particularly comfortable.

"I don't seem to have seen modern poetry much. It's okay anyway. Why not just stay here for a while?"

Pan Yun asked Lu Yan for his opinion.

"All right."

Lu Yan nodded, not refusing, but her eyes were still looking around from time to time.

"Stop looking for that guy named Lin Nan, he came to the Writers Association, maybe he just came to visit a show. There is no singing competition here, so what can he do?"

Pan Yun pulled Lu Yan down and continued, "Otherwise, do you think Lin Nan can publish a book?"

"He sings so well means that he spends more time singing."

"And things about literature must take time to brew and precipitate, so how can he have that time?"

Pan Yun said so.

Lu Yan remained silent.

Li Feng, Bian Wudao and others talked so hotly, and when they were praising each other.

"Hello."
Chapter completed!