Chapter 22: Rooftop BBQ

　　 Morrows put the frozen chicken wings in the basket, and then helped to light the fire.
　　 At this time everyone was here, the two were only six or seven people.
　　Yang Baishang patted his belly and shouted, "Sure enough, barbecue requires more talents and atmosphere."
　　Mo's mother smiled at Yang Huan and asked, "I heard that there are many places to play in the ancient city. Have you ever hung out!"
　　 Yang Huanhuan took a sip of water and nodded and replied: "Well, there was a circle around!"
　　 "Right, how is your family Xiaomo?" Mother Yang asked while spreading the chicken wings.
　　 "Ah, it's not like that!" Mo Sicheng whispered.
　　Mo's mother glanced at her husband, then smiled: "He! Now I have my own comment column!"
　　 "Really? Awesome!" Yang Bai Shangtan patted Mo Zhuosi's shoulder with satisfaction, praised: "Uncle Bai knows that you can definitely mix up."
　　 "Specially commented on poetry." Morrows smiled politely.
　　Yang Huanhuan sprinkled some chicken wings with spices and roasted them, and then asked, "Are you still doing reviews?"
"Ok!"
　　Yang Baishang's eyes lit up and said to his daughter: "Did you mean that the teacher arranged a wonderful job? Just ask your brother Mo!"
　　 "Ask him?" Yang Huanhuan glanced at Mo Zhuo Si, then pouted his head and shook his head: "Forget it!"
　　 "What homework?" Mo mother turned over her chicken wings and asked towards Yang Huanhuan.
　　 Before Yang Huanhuan spoke, her mother said, "It seems to be appreciating a poem! The name is unclear!"
　　Mo mother Mo heard the poem?
　　Isn't this his son's strength? This has been done for two years. It is necessary to set up a column comment to give a student an appreciation that it is not an easy task.
　　 Thinking of this, Mom Mo looked at Morzos, who bowed his head and said: "Appreciate poetry, would you like to try it?"
　　 Yang Baishang picked up the chicken wings in his hand and sniffed. The fragrance was strong and asked with a smile: "What does Xiao Mo's column comment on?"
　　 "It's a special comment on poems!" Mommy Mo replied.
　　Muo Zhuo thought not to speak, my mother's character is to say something to him, and his father is a scornful face, he is used to it.
　　 Everyone heard!
　　 Yang Baishang that was a surprise!
　　 He clapped and smiled: "It happened, just right!"
　　 At this time, Yang Huanhuan's mother also smiled and said to her: "Will you show you that poem to Mo Mo? Anyway, don't you say you can't find it on the Internet?"
　　Yang Huanhuan didn’t like Mo Zhuosi originally, now parents say so, she hates it even more!
　　 She glared at Mo Zhuosi resentfully.
　　Why?
　　 I am a student of the Chinese University. My college entrance examination score is more than 100 points higher than him! ! !
　　 Even if I am helpless, what can he do?
　　 She did not speak to Morzos, thinking that the other party must have been guilty!
　　 What column of poetry reviews she is using on the comment network. There are no columns of poetry reviews at all. She just doesn’t want to dissemble Moroz in front of so many people.
　　 But unexpectedly, Morrows looked up curiously and asked, "What poems? Let me see?"
　　 Normally, the homework assigned by the teacher comes from the book, even if it is not a teaching book, it is also other literary works.
　　 This cannot be found!
　　Yang Huanhuan's eyeball turned, okay! Even if you don’t speak, how dare you act in front of yourself?
　　 She simply stood up directly, then opened the group in her mobile phone and turned over the screenshot of the assignment.
　　 "Now! See for yourself!"
　　Mo Zhuosi took the photo of the mobile phone she handed over, froze at the first glance, then zoomed in and looked at the words carefully, and suddenly couldn't help but laugh.
　　 What a funny thing!
　　 After a long time, the poem was so coquettish that the poem I couldn't find on the Internet was actually "Rotten Fruit"!
　　 "Look at me!" Mo Sicheng himself was born in a famous school, so he has been very dissatisfied that his son can only be admitted to second-rate universities.
　　 He enlarged the photo on his phone, and a white poem was written on the blackboard in the photo.
　　 His eyes with glasses sharply focused on the poem, and he began to sweep the poets he knew. As a result, except for Mr. Lei, who had already withdrawn from the literary world, he did not think of anyone else who had this style of poetry!
　　 He took a deep breath, and he kept talking in his mouth.
　　 "I slept on the cold moss, and simply made the rotten worse,"
　　 "Just wait for rotten wear my nuclear armor, rotten my prison,"
　　 Mo Sicheng analyzed: "These two sentences are very interesting, actually comparing the skin of the fruit to the nucleus and prison."
　　 "But in fact, the skin of the fruit should be used to protect the meat inside, how can it be a prison?"
　　Yang Huanhuan said: "I guess it may be because of the previous two sentences, because it was bitten by a black worm, and it smelled rotten anyway!"
　　Mo Sicheng asked funny: "Do you know what this poem wants to express?"
　　Yang Huanhuan shook his head and said he did not understand.
At this time, UU Reading www.uukannshu.com Moroz took a small brush and dipped a little chutney on the chicken wings, analyzing it lightly: "This poem describes the decayed fruit cravings in a self-prosecution way. Get a cry of freedom!"
　　People who have seen the poems have their own judgments. At this moment, when they heard the words of Morrowth, they suddenly froze.
He continued: "There are two layers of taboos bound to it, the outer skin, the flesh, and the core. When the black worm bites his skin, he thinks he can be freed, thinking that freedom and light will come soon. !"
　　 If you say the first sentence, it is easier for everyone to understand, then in the second sentence, they immediately realize that the poem has depth.
　　 Mo Zhuosi smiled and said: "Its words are very funny and simple, as if through life and death, such as that simple sentence makes rotten worse."
　　 "He is a spirit of liberating himself, a process of transformation, and it also means that sometimes it is necessary to remove the old and rotten flesh to get true eternity and happiness."
　　 "Deep look, deep read, shallow read, detachment may be liberation, but it is no longer the original bright fruit!"
　　The last sentence is Moroz's own opinion, and the previous three sentences are the appreciation in the classic poetry collection.
　　Different periods, different mindsets, the truth is different.
　　 He could not understand the social background of another parallel world before writing this poem, and he could only use the concept of this world to interpret it.
　　 After listening to Morzos' analysis, the scene suddenly fell into silence.
　　 Even Mo Zhuosi's parents were stunned. For the first time, they saw their son reviewing a poem so seriously.
　　 Moreover!
　　 It seems!
　　 Sounds!
　　 Very powerful?