Chapter 177

In the hotel room, Xiao Jun is paralyzed on the bed and doesn't want to see microblog at all.

Just now, people in his world have never read this word, and now there is a modified version of Xiao Jun, which nobody knows. What Xiao Jun wants to say is in this poem, the rest. It depends on how other people understand it!

At the bottom of this post, there are four photos attached.

The first is a panoramic picture of the Bohai.

In the second picture, Xiao Jun is standing on the lookout tower, his hair is blown up by the sea breeze.

The third one is Xiao Jun's hand holding the railing of the observation platform and his mouth looking up at the sky.

The fourth is Xiao Jun squatting behind the watchtower, scared Well, I was shaking with excitement.

This time, instead of using his own photos, he put up the photo of "the man with no face".

Let me admit it. Now, I admit it. It depends on what you do.

When this microblog was sent out, countless people who followed the microblog's dynamic immediately saw it.

Before someone guessed that Xiao Jun just said "I admit that person is me".

Some people speculated that Xiao Jun would say some beautiful words to cheer on Bohai.

But everyone didn't expect that Xiao Jun could write poems and lyrics. Those who held back the first time to comment were stupid at that time.

It took a full minute for someone to speak.

"Angry, should be very angry hair up, the hat off it. It's very close to the first picture. "

"This, er, should be a word. Obviously it's the sea spray. Why do you say that the rain has stopped? "

"Roar up to the sky, roar up to the sky, why is it a strange cry, from his mouth to become so powerful?"

"Wipe, I can't stand it! I don't read much, who TM has culture, come out and explain it to me

"Those guys who say they are college students, come out quickly."

"Hey, do you want to vote or not? Up to now, there are no votes. Do you want to vote or not?"

The comment area is the world of ordinary netizens. No one cares so much. If you don't understand it, you just can't understand it. At the same time, you start to see celebrities who are familiar to you.

In the twinkling of an eye, the microblogs of those well-known figures of the Chinese poetry and painting association were all yelled out, but the whole poetry and painting association was dumb, and no one came out to explain.

It took five minutes for Xiao Jun's microblog to forward data for the first time.

"Professor Zhang Zhidong forwarded Xiao Jun's microblog: This is a poem, and its name is Manjianghong. As an ordinary Chinese teacher, I am here to analyze this word with my personal experience.

The first two sentences are "I'm angry, I'm on the fence, it's raining. Look up at the sky, roar, and be strong. " It's about a man standing against the railing, roaring up to the sky, surging with emotion. The artistic conception it expresses is exactly the scene shown in the following photos.

And then

In this poem, my two favorite sentences are "aspiring to eat meat, laughing about drinking blood of Japanese slaves.". In ancient times, the Han people called "Hulu, Xiongnu" foreigners who invaded the Central Plains. This word appears in modern times, but it gives those inherent nouns a change.

There's no need to explain in detail about Japan and the Japanese nation.

Eat their meat and drink their blood. It's not like a literati can say it. It should be a soldier, a soldier on the battlefield.

I guess the first part of the lyricist is about himself, and the second part is about substituting himself into the soldiers on the Bohai ship. Bohai set sail for a long voyage to carry forward China's national prestige. One day, if it's war, it will start. Bohai rushed to the front line, our soldiers, is to eat the enemy's meat, drink the enemy's blood.

I can comment on Xiao Jun, but I dare not comment on his literary quality.

He really deserves the title of "contemporary gifted poet". A single word is the most exciting words I have seen all day.

This is the real cheer for Bohai!

I won't say any more. I'll vote for it! "

At 8:30, Xiao Jun's microblog was silent for a quarter of an hour, and finally got his first cheering ticket.