An anchor in redemption

Chapter 228 [227] Good poems will not be buried in any time and space! !

At the same time, in the conference center office of the Huaxia Poetry Association, a group of members of the Poetry Association were watching Han Qingjun's short video intently.

In the video, Han Qingjun is hugging Nini at this time, raising his hand on a stone and shouting a poem; Fearing Qionglouyuyu, the heights are too cold. Dance to find out the shadows, how does it seem to be in the world.

Turn to Zhuge, low Qi household, according to sleepless.There shouldn't be any hatred, what's the matter of long-term goodbye?People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter has never been complete in ancient times.Nung, moon and new moon. "

After the video ended, a white-haired old man from the Poetry Association directly touched his goatee, closed his eyes and read the poems there; I want to ride the wind to go back, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold. Dance to find out the shadows, why is it like being in the world.

Turn to Zhuge, low Qi household, according to sleepless.There shouldn't be any hatred, what's the matter of long-term goodbye?People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter has never been complete in ancient times.Nung, moon and new moon. "

After finishing reading, the white-haired old man opened his eyes, sat up straight, stroked his goatee, and said lightly there; To be honest, I really have no way to believe that such a good poem will come from a small Internet celebrity.

The general meaning of this poem is; When did the bright moon begin to appear? Pick up the wine glass and ask the blue sky.I don't know what year it is tonight in the palace in heaven.

I want to take advantage of the cool breeze to return to the sky, but I am afraid that the beautiful jade buildings in the Moon Palace will not be able to withstand the nine-day cold.Dancing and enjoying the clear shadows under the moon, how can returning to the moon palace be compared to being in the world.

The moon turns around the vermilion pavilion, hangs low on the carved window, and shines on her sleepless self.The bright moon shouldn't have any resentment towards people, why is it only round when people leave?
Then I thought about it again, people have the vicissitudes of joys and sorrows, and the moon has the changes of cloudy and sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times.I hope that the relatives of all the people in the world can be safe and healthy, and can share this beautiful moonlight even though they are thousands of miles apart.

Hey, if I'm not wrong, this poem should be written by that Internet celebrity under the moon. At the same time, if nothing else, the Internet celebrity who wrote the poem must be thinking about someone else in his heart, especially in the During the holidays, so there is this poem! ! "

Hearing what the white-haired old man said, a middle-aged man nodded to him directly and replied; "To be honest, I am also like you. I can't believe that such a poem was created by an Internet celebrity. But it turns out that this song was created by this Internet celebrity.

But having said that, what we are discussing now is whether we should bring this person into our Poetry Association. Don't just say that other people's poems are good, but don't express your opinions. "

After the middle-aged man's voice fell, the white-haired old man touched his goatee and said with a laugh; "Inviting him to the Poetry Association, it seems that you have found the wrong person. What you should ask now is whether we are with you or not." Instead of agreeing to him joining us, it's time to ask him if he would like to join us, but I don't think he will join us."

"Yeah, although it might seem silly to be a member of the Poetry Association on your personal profile, but I think he is so talented that he would rather be promoted by a bunch of Internet celebrities than become a celebrity in the entertainment industry by himself. , He won’t care about our verification and title. After all, he didn’t even enter the Editors Association, Lyrics Association, those people.” Hearing what the old man Baihua said, an old man in a Chinese tunic suit smiled there Said that Han Qingjun would not join them.

Not only these two old people, but several other members of the Poetry Association also said at this time that a big Internet celebrity like Han Qingjun would not look down on them, an outdated poor Poets Association whose members can hardly eat enough Come; "Yes, we also feel that this Internet celebrity will not join us..."

"Although, in recent years, our Poetry Association has indeed not produced any famous poets, but you should not look down on our Poetry Association like this, okay, anyway, you are also the cadres here."

After replying to these people speechlessly, the middle-aged man took out his mobile phone in front of them and called Han Junwei while saying to them; Hong's assistant called, and you can see how I got people into our Poetry Association."

Beep beep beep beep beep. After the phone rang for a while, Han Junwei's polite voice came from the opposite side; "Hello, I am Han Junwei, vice president of Earth Culture Media Company, may I ask who you are?"

"Hi, I'm Li Hanwen, the president of the Huaxia Poetry Association. I'm calling you this time to ask if Han Qingjun from your company is interested in joining our Poetry Association and becoming one of us." Hearing Han Junwei After the voice, the middle-aged man immediately took the mobile phone and politely recalled Han Junwei's words.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Han Junwei on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment, and then he asked in a daze; "Hello, president, did you find the wrong person? My brother Han Qingjun is very good at writing songs and scripts." Great, but your Poetry Association doesn't seem to have anything to do with songs and scripts..."

Facing Han Junwei's rhetorical question, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then felt that Han Junwei might not have watched the video, so he quickly reminded him to watch the video; "Uh, Mr. Han, you haven't watched your brother yet. Han Qingjun released two new videos on Watermelon Video, one of these two new videos is a poem, and the poem in it is definitely the most beautiful and best poem in China in the past ten years."

Hearing the reminder from the middle-aged man this time, Han Junwei on the opposite side directly took Liu Yaqi's phone to watch Han Qingjun's video.

I saw that for about a while, he seemed to have made a call to someone in the middle, and I could hear some... on the other end of the phone.

After about 5 minutes, Han Junwei's voice came from the other side of the phone again and said, "President, I asked my brother just now, and my brother said that the poem came suddenly when he missed his brother and parents. Created by inspiration, he has no inspiration now, so..."

"Don't rush to refuse, we hope to have the opportunity to meet with your brother, or to have a phone call or something, this President Han will not lose face, right?" Hearing that Han Junwei was about to reject himself, the middle-aged man hurriedly He was the first to interrupt him, and directly used his face as the president of the Poetry Association to beg to meet or talk to Han Qingjun.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Han Junwei finally sighed after being embarrassed for a while and said, "Call me again at this time tomorrow, and then I will give you my brother's phone number. Is he out fishing now?" Bring your mobile phone, and no one will answer when you call."

Although he thought Han Junwei's actions were weird, the middle-aged man still agreed to him; "Okay, I will definitely call you at this time tomorrow, then President Han, please be busy first, and we will talk tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)