I'm an almighty star

Chapter 1402 Therefore, the heaven will give a great responsibility to the people, and they must first suffer their will

"what's going on?"

"Could it be that Dabai wants to treat patients through poetry?"

"Some naive, a mental disorder like depression can't be controlled without drugs."

Although everyone thinks that Mo Bai's poem is very well written and has a very artistic conception, everyone has no confidence in Mo Bai's doing so.

"How about this poem?"

"not bad."

"How does it feel?"

"I feel like dying."

The patient remained calm.

It's just that this calm answer instantly made everyone almost gasp.

"Look, it doesn't work."

"It's a pity for such a good poem."

"Such poems are a waste to read to people with depression."

But Mo Bai did not give up, and said: "Then I will read you another song."

As he spoke, Mo Bai began to read another poem:

[Golden bottles of sake are worth ten thousand dollars, and jade plates are ashamed of tens of thousands of dollars.

Stopping the cup and throwing the chopsticks, he couldn't eat.

To cross the Yellow River Bingsaichuan, will climb Taihanghang snow-covered mountains.

Come leisurely fishing on Bixi, suddenly take a boat dream day.

Difficult to travel!Difficult to travel!Duoqilu, where is it today?
There will be times when the wind and the waves cleave, hang the clouds and sail straight to the sea. 】

"Good poetry."

"There will be times when the wind and the waves cleave, and the clouds and sails will be hung directly to help the sea. It is so well written."

"Oh my god, why hasn't this poem been written long ago?"

It was another poem, and everyone couldn't help but praise it.

"How about this poem?"

"Better than the previous one."

"How does it feel."

"I feel like dying even more."

Mo Bai vomited blood directly.

Everyone was also leaned forward and backward by the patient.

"I was thinking, this guy is not kidding us."

"Brother, don't be like this, Dabai even used his trump card, you still want to die."

That's what I said, but everyone knows it.

For patients like "depression", he cannot treat it with common sense.

"Okay, I'll continue."

Mo Bai did not give up, but continued.

"I'm stupid, I understand that today I'm going to fight him."

"Well, although I know it's useless, it's good to listen to Mo Bai's poems."

"Dabai hasn't written a poem for a long time, I never thought it would be such a classic."

At this moment, everyone no longer cared whether Mo Bai could stimulate the patient.

With what they know about depression, it doesn't matter how many poems you write.

Instead of this, it is better to appreciate Mo Bainian's poems.

After all, patients cannot taste these poetic mirrors, but they can regard them as treasures.

Whether it's the previous song "I'm Willing to Be a Rapid" or this song "It's Difficult to Travel", they are all rare classics.

[Independent cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River goes north, at the head of Juzizhou.

Look at Wanshan red all over, and the forests are all dyed;

The eagle hits the sky, the fish is shallow, and the tens of thousands of frosts are free.

怅寥 ,, ask the vast land, who is up and down?

Brought a hundred lovers to travel.Reminiscences of the past rosy years.

Just a young boy, Fenghua Zhengmao; book business gas, swaying Fang.

Pointing the country, enthusiastic writing, the dung soil was ten thousand households back then.

Have you ever remembered that when the current hits the water, the waves hold back the flying boat? 】

Another poem.

Compared with the previous few songs, this one is more straightforward and atmospheric.

Similarly, it is more inspirational and motivating.

This poem is just read out, the whole screen is full of barrage.

"Qia's classmate is young, in his prime, full of scholarly spirit, scolding Fang Qiu... well written."

"Pointing to the country, inspiring the words, the dung and dirt were once tens of thousands of households... I have spoken to my heart."

"What is this? I didn't read the above sentence, and asked the vast land, who is in charge of ups and downs... Tsk tsk, I peed in an instant."

Mr. Runzhi's poems in the previous life are naturally magnificent and wonderful.

Therefore, this kind of poetry and essays may not be as good as some other poets, but in terms of this momentum, few people can match it.

"How about it?"

"Better written than the first two."

"How does it feel?"

"Feel……"

The patient thought for a while and said, "If I had heard this poem before, maybe...but it's a bit late now."

"Then you still want to die now?"

"Yes."

Although the patient still nodded, Mo Bai was slightly excited.

Regardless of whether the patient still wants to die or not, this at least proves that his translation of the poem has played a little role.

Of course, this was also seen by the audience in front of the TV.

"It seems to be working."

"Yes, the patient seems to be overwhelmed by the momentum of this poem."

"It's a pity that the patient's depression is so severe that he still can't get out of the shadow he created."

The spectators sighed.

But at this time, the audience felt hopeful.

"Come on, Mo Bai."

"Yes, come on. No matter what, Mo Bai, you will fight him to the end."

"Maybe a miracle might happen?"

Many people's eyes are full of anticipation.

At the same time, Mo Bai continued to read a poem:
[Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, there is nothing but mangmang;

The mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax figure, wants to compare with Tiangong test.

On sunny days, look at the red dress, which is extremely enchanting.

There are so many splendid rivers and mountains, which has attracted countless heroes.

Pity Qin Huang Han Wu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish.

Genghis Khan, a generation of Tianjiao, only knew how to bow and shoot big eagles.

It's all over, counting the romantic figures, and looking at the present...]

It is still Mr. Runzhi's verse.

This momentum is even better than the previous one.

Before, he was just a classmate of Qia, but now he has come to Qin Huang Han Wu.

For these historical sages, even the most well-known poets, I am afraid that they will not stop praising them when they talk about them.But in Mo Bai's poems, although Qin Huang Han Wu is awesome, his literary talent is still average.Tang Zong and Song Zu may have better literary talents, but they are not as good as Feng Sao.Even the extremely powerful Genghis Khan, in Mo Bai's eyes, has become a man who only knows how to bend a bow and shoot a big eagle.

"Ah ah ah..."

"Dabai's poem is simply amazing."

"If someone said something like this in normal times, I'm afraid they would have been scolded to death long ago. But when Mo Bai wrote this poem, I want to say, I am convinced."

"Me too."

"This is the real hero, this is the real hero."

"Yes, this is the highest level of bragging."

Everyone just felt the climax wave after wave... the whole body trembled with excitement.

The eyes only look at the last sentence, count the romantic figures, and look at the present.

Even this patient, when Mo Bai finished reading this poem, his eyes radiated a different kind of brilliance.

"Wow, look, look in his eyes."

"It seems to be fine."

"Damn it, no way..."

Seeing that the patient seemed to be stimulated by this poem, everyone couldn't stop shouting.

Just when they thought a miracle had happened, the patient's eyes suddenly dimmed for some reason.

"Why, this poem is not good?"

"No, fine."

"Since it's good, why sigh."

"It's just their affair, it has nothing to do with me."

The patient shook his head, then said again: "I still want to die."

"My grass..."

"I still want to die."

The netizens in front of the camera were stunned.

"Oh, no way."

"Such awesome poems can't stimulate patients, and it's useless for Mo Bai to write poems."

"Well, Dabai, give up."

Many people shook their heads.

But Mo Bai did not give up, but continued: "Then I will read you another song."

"Don't read it."

"why?"

"After listening to such a beautiful poem, I will die. I will die anyway, so don't waste it on me."

The patient seemed determined to die, and spoke again very calmly.

"Then I'll read the last one. If you still want to die after reading this one, then I won't stop you anymore."

"Since you've said that, I'll listen to another one. But, remember, the last one."

"Don't worry, the last one."

Mo Bai nodded towards the patient.

Then, staring into Suffering's eyes, he began to read:
[Shunfa was raised among the peasants, Fu Shuo was raised among the boards, Jiaoge was raised among the fish and salt, Guan Yiwu was raised among the scholars, Sun Shuao was raised among the sea, and Baili Xi was raised among the city.Therefore, if the heavens will send a great mission to the people, they must first suffer from their hearts...]

(End of this chapter)