The straight man of steel in the entertainment industry

Maybe I'm a spoiled kid

I willful

I hope

every moment

are as beautiful as colored crayons

He has only dreams like many berries

and big big eyes

i'm hoping

Thinking

After reading this page of poems, people from the Poetry Association looked at each other.

They still have the basic appreciation ability, and they have a positive attitude towards the level of Lin Li's poems deep in their hearts. After listening to Jian Buyu and reading this poem, I am a wayward child, they are a little confused.

"It's like a poem of reflection."

"It sounds like it is, but it doesn't feel like Lin Li's style. I said, is this written by Lin Li?"

"I've seen the full-score article written by Lin Li. I've seen Lin Li's handwriting. Looking at the handwriting, it should be written by Lin Li."

"Is Lin Li really admitting his mistakes? Why do I think this poem doesn't look like a poem of confessing mistakes?"

"Yeah, this poem feels a little weird, it doesn't look like an admission of mistake"

"Although this poem has been saying that he is self-willed, it doesn't show that he thinks this self-willedness is wrong!"

Most of the people in the Poetry Association knew Lin Li's character, and it was a bit puzzling to see Lin Li write such a poem.

Jiang Xinmao didn't understand poetry, so he said: "I see you people like to think too much. This poem is very clear. He feels that he is self-willed, hit someone, and made a mistake. He hopes that the world will be beautiful. Isn't that what it means?"

Jian Buyu looked at the poem, and said, "No, look at it, draw the clumsy freedom to draw an eye that will never shed tears, and the many beautiful images behind are all drawn by me with crayons in the poem. And it’s not really drawn, but he hopes to draw it, which means that he feels that the world is not so good, he feels that the world is far from the beauty he imagined, so he hopes for it like this!”

With Jian Buyu's analysis, the people from the Poetry Association immediately understood.

This poem is not a poem of admitting mistakes at all!

It is clear that he is willful, just because he is willful against the world, and he wants to paint so many beautiful things.

How beautiful the world he imagined in the painting shows how ugly he is to the world!

How ugly the world is, how precious is his willfulness!

This shit is not a poem of admitting mistakes, it is obvious that I feel wronged!

"Look, there's more on the back!"

When the reporter took pictures, he found that there were several lines of poems on the back of the paper, and reminded him aloud.

Jian Buyu turned over the paper and looked at it, only to see the words on the back:

but i don't know why

i didn't get the crayons

not getting a colored moment

i only me

my fingers and pain

only to tear that sheet

beloved white paper

let them hunt for butterflies

make them disappear today

i am a child

A child spoiled by a fantasy mom

I willful

After reading the last words, Jian Bu said in a calm tone: "Sure enough, Lin Li's poem is not a poem of confession at all, he is satirizing us!"

"I mean, how do you look at this poem? It's a bit weird. It's right to put the last one in and read it together. This poem is obviously saying that this world is not good enough!"

"All the good things in the poem are drawn. To say that I am self-willed is to vent my dissatisfaction with the world!"

"Look, when he said that he shredded the paper and turned into a butterfly, he was obviously saying that he would use violence to get rid of it!"

"Yeah, he also said that he didn't receive the crayons, so he couldn't draw those beauties. He just said that the world he faced was too dirty!"

"I think it's talking about us, not the world."

"Don't think so, it is!"

"It's too rampant, this Lin Li must be severely punished!"

Jiang Xinmao is also a little confused. Do poet writers like to be scolded so much? How can a good poem be scolded by them once they interpret it?

"Are you thinking too complicated?" Jiang Xinmao asked.

Jian Buyu shook his head and said, "No, we know Lin Li and his poems well, this kid must be unconvinced!"

"Being so tough after beating someone must be severely punished!"

"It must be severely punished!"

The people gathered at the Poetry Association were just chanting slogans, and they were fairly disciplined. As a result, when Lin Li’s poem came out, the people of the Poetry Association saw it, well, Lin Li didn’t forget to write a poem to mock him even in the bureau. People who are under the Poetry Association, how can they bear it.

The voices of "severely punish Lin Li" suddenly came and went, and the noise became more severe.

Jiang Xinmao was so embarrassed that he returned to the police station.

"Xiao Zhang!" Jiang Xinmao shouted.

The driver and police officer who drove Lin Li back just now came over.

"Boss, are you calling me?"