Chapter 340 (1/2)
As more and more netizens pay attention to the microblog issued by luminous, the number of messages under luminous's microblog also increases explosively.
”This poem, no, should be a word. It's too special. Just ask, who else is there?”
”When is the bright moon coming? Ask the sky with wine. I don't know the palace in the sky and what year is it tonight. I feel lonely and broad-minded. I have a sense of artistic conception.”
”I want to take advantage of the wind to go back, but I'm afraid the tall buildings will be too cold. What a high place! It's very cold and spacious
”People have their joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs. This is a sentence that breaks through all kinds of things in the world. Good!”
”I hope that people will live long and enjoy a beautiful life together. With this sentence, I don't know what else can express my thoughts and wishes for my relatives better. The eternal quatrains are just the eternal quatrains!”
”...”
netizens were amazed, and every sentence in the words was not subdivided by netizens.
”I want to take advantage of the wind to go back. The word” Gui ”is like a magic stroke. It's not” go ”or” Qian ”. Instead, it uses the word” Gui ”. This is a self metaphor for immortality. To return to the original is to belong to his heavenly Palace. A word” Gui ”makes this poem full of immortality. It's wonderful and wonderful!”
This comment was not made by ordinary netizens, but by Mr. Zou Yuanshi, a famous literary master in China and vice chairman of the National Writers' Association.
Zou Lao's Micro blog is also a plus V, and he has a great influence in the domestic literary world. As soon as he comments on the word luminous, countless netizens immediately praise his comments.
After reading Mr. Zou's comments, many netizens went to see the water tune song again, and they felt that the song was full of Fairy Spirit.
It's eleven thirty in the evening.
Some netizens suddenly responded, ”lying trough! The Mid Autumn Festival poetry festival is coming to an end. I haven't voted yet! ”
”Oh, I'm patronizing the poetry. I forgot to vote. No, it's too late.”
”Comrades, get up and vote for the song of water melody by luminous!”
”If you're not blind, you'd better hurry up. The first day of reading this poem by night light, and then the one by Wen Cai, you suddenly feel that it's something. No wonder night light is so crazy. If I can write such a good word, I'm also crazy!”
”I can't say that either. In fact, Wencai's song is not bad, but the word” luminous ”is so amazing that it can't be compared. Now I'm afraid I don't have enough time. If I lose, it's too unfair.”
”Lose? If it doesn't exist, there's no need to compare this poem. Even if the final vote is not enough, everyone who has read it knows who is really the number one
Noctiluca's poems have attracted a lot of attention, and the netizens who have seen them all praise them, so they went to help Noctiluca vote.
However, time is really tight, and many netizens are worried.
”Alas, it's too late for the night light to come out. It's only 50 minutes to vote from the time he sent it out. What's more, there are so many people who haven't seen it before.”
”Yes, Wencai started to write poems at eight o'clock. It's been more than three hours. This will win more than nine million votes. The poem” luminous ”is good, but I'm afraid it's hard to catch up. Moreover, it's so late that many people have already gone to bed.”
”That's not necessarily. Go and have a look. The poem of luminous has already won the ninth place.”