Everyone that entered the Writers’ Association was not simple. They all showed their abilities.
The last person to appear was Big Thunder. His poems were always known for their magnificence. It was similar to his character. Hence, the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival had hindered his abilities slightly. He narrated a melody poem, but the effect was not as satisfactory as he had wished. It did not garner a lot of applause. However, as it had quite a lot of literary value, the melody poem managed to make people reflect a lot. Meng Dongguo and the other Teachers from the Writers’ Association also gave him high praises after he came down.
“Big Thunder, it was a nice melody poem.”
“Do not care about the applause. It’s very good.”
“Their applause is lacking because they can’t understand it. They have not researched it deeply. If they listen to it several times, after some rumination, they will really find it memorable.”
Big Thunder said indifferently, “I also think it’s fine.”
About an hour after the poetry meet started, it was almost 1 P.M.