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

Han Qingjun in the video was holding Nini, on a stone, raising his hand and shouting a poem; "When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be today. I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade buildings are colder on the high ground. I dance and play with the clear shadows, and it seems like I am in the world.

Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, and shine without sleep. There should be no hatred, so why should we be far away? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away."

After the video ended, a white-haired old man from a poetry association touched his goatee, closed his eyes and recited the poems; "When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be today. I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade tower are cold at the height. I dance and play with the clear shadows, and it seems like I am in the world.

Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, and shine without sleep. There should be no hatred, so why do we always go far away? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away..."

After reading it, the white-haired old man opened his eyes, sat upright, touched his goatee, and said lightly, "What a wonderful thing, this poem is so delicious. To be honest, I really can't believe that such a good poem would come from the hands of a little internet celebrity.

The general meaning of this poem is:... When did the bright moon appear? Hold up the wine glass and ask the blue sky. I don’t know what year it will be tonight in the palace in the sky.

I want to ride the breeze to return to the sky, but I am afraid that the building made of beautiful jade in the Moon Palace can't stand the coldness of the towering nine heavens. I danced gracefully and enjoyed the clear shadows under the moon. How could I return to the Moon Palace be compared to being in the world?

The moon turns over the vermilion pavilion and hangs low on the carved windows, illuminating the sleepless self. The bright moon shouldn’t have any resentment towards people, why is it just round when people part?

Then I thought about it again, people have changes in joys and sorrows, and the moon has changes in phases and waxing. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I hope that all the relatives of the world can be safe and healthy, even though they are thousands of miles apart, they can share this beautiful moonlight.

Alas, if I guessed correctly, this poem should have been written by the internet celebrity under the moon. At the same time, if nothing unexpected happens, this internet celebrity who writes the poem will definitely miss someone in his heart, especially during the festival, so this poem has come up!!”

Hearing the words of the old man with white hair, a middle-aged man nodded to him and replied, "To be honest, I am like you, a little unbelievable. Such a poem would be created by an internet celebrity, but... it turns out that this song was created by this internet celebrity.

But then again, what we are discussing now is whether we should bring this person into our poetry association. Don’t just say that other people’s poetry is good without expressing their opinions…”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the white-haired old man touched the goatee and laughed loudly, "Invite him to the Poetry Association. It seems that you have found the wrong person. What you should ask now is not whether we agree to join us or not, but whether he is willing to join us... But I don't think he will join us."

"Yes, although it seems that the label of a member of the Poetry Association on his own information is very coquettish, I think that with his talent like him, he would rather promote a bunch of internet celebrities than to enter the entertainment industry by himself, he would not care about our verification and title... After all, he is the editorial association, the lyricist association, and those who have not joined." Hearing the words of the old man Baihua, an old man in Zhongshan suit also smiled and said that Han Qingjun would not join them.

Not only these two old men, but also several other members of the Poetry Association, said at this time that a big internet celebrity like Han Qingjun would not be able to look down on them, the poor poets association, which was outdated and even a member was almost out of full. "Yes, we also think that this internet celebrity will not join us..."

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

After replying to these people speechlessly, the middle-aged man took out his cell phone in front of them and called Han Junwei while saying to them, "Look, I'll call the internet celebrity assistant now, see how I'll bring people into our poetry association..."

Doududu...Doududu...After a phone ringtone, 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 you??"

"Hello, I am Li Hanwen, the president of the China Poetry Association. I called you this time to ask if Han Qingjun from your company is interested in joining our Poetry Association and becoming one of us." After hearing Han Junwei's voice, the middle-aged man immediately took his cell phone and politely replied to Han Junwei's words.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Han Junwei on the opposite side of the phone was stunned for a moment, and then he asked in a daze, "Hello, President, have you found the wrong person? My brother Han Qingjun is very good at writing songs and scripts, but your poetry association seems to have nothing to do with songs and scripts..."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment when facing Han Junwei's rhetoric, and then he felt that Han Junwei might have not watched the video yet, so he quickly reminded him to watch the video. "Well, Mr. Han, have you not seen the two new videos posted by your brother Han Qingjun on Xigua Video? One of these two new videos is a poem. The poem in it is definitely the most beautiful and best poem in China in the past decade."

This time, when he heard the reminder from the middle-aged man, Han Junwei on the opposite side took Liu Yaqi's cell phone and watched Han Qingjun's video.

After seeing it for a while, he seemed to have called someone in the middle, and he could hear some of the phone...

After about five minutes, Han Junwei's voice came from the opposite side of the phone again and said, "President, I just asked my brother. My brother said that the poem was created by the inspiration he suddenly came when he missed his brother and his parents. He had no inspiration anymore, so..."

"Don't be too busy refusing. We hope to have the opportunity to meet your brother or talk to the phone or something. President Han should not be disrespectful, right?" Hearing that Han Junwei was about to reject him, the middle-aged man quickly spoke up and directly used the face of the president of his Poetry Association to ask for a meeting or call with Han Qingjun.

After hearing the middle-aged man's words, Han Junwei finally sighed and said, "You call me again tomorrow at this time, and I will give you my brother's phone number. He is fishing outside now without bringing his cell phone, and no one will answer if you call..."
Chapter completed!