A top superstar who started as a composer

The scene fell into silence for a moment.

Then someone hit the knot and sighed: "Wonderful!"

This admiration is like opening a floodgate, allowing everyone to vent their admiration at once.

For many middle-aged people, this poem is really lethal.

It is only after a certain age that you will occasionally feel such feelings.

Yao Sanlang was half feeling and half sighing: "This sentence is melancholy to read, and it is even more sad to read it carefully."

Cui Jue looked at Yu Hai with strange eyes: "I have heard that Jingluo's poetry is excellent, but I didn't expect it to be a golden sentence."

Mi Hua looked a little surprised: "I really can't imagine that such a poem comes from the mouth of a young man in his 20s."

Tang Lin put this poem in his mouth, read it carefully for a while, and finally looked at Yu Hai with bright eyes: "Sometimes I really feel that in Xiao Luo's body in her 20s, there lives a woman who has gone through many vicissitudes. soul."

Lin Wenze looked dazed for a while, then said casually, "After all, he has experienced so much."

Someone sighed: "Yes, it has nothing to do with experience, it has to do with experience."

"..."

I don't know if it's because the mood of this poem is depressed.

The atmosphere at the scene was actually a little sad.

On the contrary, the barrage in the live broadcast room is still lively, and a piece of 6 is swiped over:
"Amazing, my fall!"

"This sentence is the best tonight!"

"I want to say that Jingluo came up with such a sentence, which is really a bit of a cannonball to kill mosquitoes."

"Don't talk about martial arts!"

"..."

The young lady in charge of controlling the field hurriedly mobilized the atmosphere: "Let's stop here for this question. I don't think anyone can write a better poem than Teacher Jingluo."

"but it is."

"Whoever can write better, I will immediately worship him as my teacher!"

Of course everyone has no opinion.

The young lady then continued: "The second question, unfortunately my writing is mediocre..."

As soon as she finished reading, the young lady couldn't help laughing and said, "This question is not very suitable for all the teachers here!"

Not to mention the three lyricists present here, but other composers. Many of them have written lyrics for their own works, and their writing skills are not bad.

The barrage in the live broadcast room even burst into laughter:

"I'm dying of laughter, those word gods with mediocre writing style!"

"I know how to do this, but it's a pity that my writing is mediocre, otherwise I would have to give you two sentences."

"It made me stop saying that my writing is mediocre."

"From now on, mediocre writing may be a compliment."

"..."

At the scene, many people showed expressions of great interest.

Tang Lin pointed at Jingluo and said, "I remember Jingluo once said that he was ordinary. Come on, now you can show us the usage of the word "average writing."

When the others heard this, they couldn't help but look at Yu Hai, feeling a little bit amused.

God is so ordinary, and the writing is mediocre. Is there really a relationship between these two words and Jingluo?

Hearing the words, Yu Hai could only smile helplessly, copied a sentence casually, and sighed: "It's a pity that my writing is mediocre, I can't write a shocking scene, and I can't express the sadness of the world."

This continuation is not exactly amazing.

However, paired with the character set of Whale Falling, it makes people feel absurd.

Can't write?
How could it be impossible to write?
You have written so many amazing strokes.

Say it now.

what is this?
This is the most advanced Versailles!

Tang Lin laughed, and continued casually: "It's a pity that my writing is mediocre, and I can't describe my extraordinary talents."

Others played too:

"It's a pity that my writing is mediocre, so I can't tell the beauty of his features. I can only sigh that his smile is like embracing the moon in his arms, fascinated by thousands of rosy skirts and moon capes."

"It's a pity that my writing style is mediocre, so I can only sigh that the son is unparalleled, and Lang Yan is unique."

"It's a pity that my writing is mediocre, and the young man who is difficult to write has a gully in his heart, with mountains and rivers in his eyebrows. I only see clouds and clouds all over the paper, and Kunyu Qiushuang."

"..."

Barrage--

"Hey, is this a confession meeting?"

"Just here, is this the Whalefall fan meeting?"

"These people, when it comes to flattering people, are also one set."

"If the whale falls and floats away, all of you will be credited."

"Little water drop is ashamed!"

"..."

Yu Hai didn't change his expression the whole time, he only thought that what these people were talking about wasn't him.

After laughing for a while, Yao Sanlang complained: "These questions are too unchallenging."

Tang Lin nodded in agreement: "Indeed, young artists can say a few words at will."

Cui Jue was a little speechless: "Is this your way of showing off in the lyrics circle?"

"It's not that we're showing off!" Zhou Hua, another lyricist, said with a hint of a smile, "It really doesn't feel interesting to play like this."

Mi Hua raised his eyebrows: "Then what are you going to do?"

Zhou Huayin pondered for a moment, then suddenly pointed to the food everyone was eating and said, "Well, let's take the food in our hands as one!"

As soon as the words came out, the three word gods agreed with each other, but the others shook their heads one after another.

"You writers, you like everything you want."

"You can't write words, but you can make music!"

"No, I want to recharge my energy, and I can't waste my brain cells too much!"

"I think you are lazy and don't want to take an instrument."

"I don't want to move."

"It's not too bad, it's just a good time for everyone to exercise their muscles and bones, as a warm-up before the game."

"Whale fall, show everyone a sample!"

Hearing his name suddenly, Yu Hai was a little dazed.

He was laughing with everyone watching Cishen and Qu's father fight each other, why did Chi Yu suddenly suffer.

"What?"

"How about writing a poem for everyone with the food in your hands?"

not so good!
Yu Hai looked at the crab he was pulling, and felt a group of alpacas galloping past in his heart.

Before he could say his refusal, Zhou Huayin smiled and said, "Isn't it too simple for you?"

As he said that, he seemed to think it made a lot of sense, he stroked his chin and muttered to himself: "That's right, let's add another restriction, how about writing a love poem?"

Yu Hai: "..."

He began to think carefully about when he offended the God of these words.

In the barrage, everyone looked at Yu Hai's speechless expression, and all expressed delighted expressions:

"Writing love poems with crabs is worthy of you, God Zhou."

"There's a good show to watch!"

"Whale fall: mmp!"

"It's not easy: my love for you, like a crab, is rampant."

"The brother in front is a great talent."

"..."

Yu Hai raised his head and looked around, and found that everyone was looking forward to the show, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

He naturally knew that people were not really embarrassing him.

Even if he can't do it, people will find a way to get him around.

Even if he can't write it, it won't damage his image as a gifted scholar.

Even everyone is very happy to see him make a fool of himself.

In this way, the live broadcast effect will be better.

It can be regarded as a preventive injection for everyone in advance.

Let netizens understand that Jingluo is a human being and not a god, so there is no need to deify him.

In this competition, he will do his best, but there is a limit to what man can do.

However, Yu Hai was unwilling to follow everyone's script.

He laughed in his heart, these people are so naive.

He can't write it himself, but he can copy it!
As soon as he turned his mind, he thought of a poem.

"Fine!"

He agreed slightly reluctantly.

Then, under everyone's expectant, curious, and teasing gazes, he slowly continued to peel the crab meat in his hands, while muttering:
"The crab is peeling my shell,"

Everyone was taken aback, thinking that this sentence sounded weird.

Is the guest of honor reversed?

Yu Hai ignored everyone's expressions and continued to say:
"The notebook is writing me."

"I fell on the maple leaves and snowflakes all over the sky."

"And you're thinking of me."

After reading, Yu Hai stuffed the crab meat into his mouth and ate it sweetly.

The place was silent.

A group of people were either stunned or confused.

Barrage:

"What do you mean?"

"I don't quite understand it!"

"Which boss can explain to us?"

"Laughing to death, what is this writing!"

"Actually, if you can't write it out, you don't have to force it."

"..."

At the scene, some people already felt that Whale Fall had failed to install the fork.

When many people were frowning and thinking hard about how to help Jingluo, Zhou Huayin, one of the gods of words, suddenly gave Jingluo a thumbs up: "The writing is great!"

The other two also showed admiring smiles.

Tang Lin: "It's amazing to listen to at first, but after a careful taste, it's extremely poignant."

Yao Sanlang: "Things like crabs, which have no artistic conception at all, can be written so beautifully. Whale falls, amazing!"

This reaction is different from what they thought!

Many people are even more at a loss.

Isn't this really a forced embarrassment?
At this time, the young lady in control who had been paying attention to the barrage, immediately found the right time to stand up: "Several teachers, the barrage sent by the water friends said that they don't understand this poem very much, so I can help you here." Can you explain it to me?"

"Naturally."

Yao Sanlang said without hesitation: "Actually, when you first read this poem, do you think it is very strange, and it is particularly awkward to read?"

Many people nodded.

Yao Sanlang explained: "This is actually an upside-down song. This art form has actually been around for a long time. Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs" used this technique."

Some people couldn't help showing expressions of being unconscious.

Could this poem be so particular?

Yao Sanlang continued: "Back to the poem itself, the normal sequence should be: I am shelling the crab, I am writing a notebook, the maple leaves are all over the sky, and the snowflakes are falling on me."

"So, the last sentence is what the author really wants to express: I am thinking of you."

Only then did many people show expressions of sudden realization.

Is this what the poem means?

But there are still people who don't quite understand it. From this point of view, this poem is very ordinary!

I didn't feel so amazing!
So what are the three word gods praising?
Thinking of this, Yao Sanlang showed a meaningful smile: "Then, what do you think, why is Jingluo written upside down?" (End of this chapter)