Needless to say, due to the addition of that group of people, the entire poetry platform became their domain. They recited poems and complimented each other.
On Weibo, the scolding had already begun.
[What the hell is this? Good poem, good poem, good my * ss!]
[It's so wet. It's so wet that I can't bear to look at it.]
[There's no such way to compliment each other in business! You're bragging all the way to the Milky Way!]
[They had the nerve to criticize Y's poems before. Compared to them now, Y is simply a genius!]
[Previous poster, you're wrong to say that. Y is a genius to begin with!]
[I can't take it anymore. Who can get Y to come out of retirement and write a few more poems? Let me wash my eyes. Our Chinese literature has been ruined by this group of people.]
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The voices of complaint were endless. It was no wonder that it would reach Ye Lingchen's Weibo.
However, the more scolding there was, the more excited the group of people became. They had never been so popular before. With so many people paying attention to them, it was hard not to be excited.
They were spreading Chinese culture and allowing Chinese poetry to enter the eyes of the public!
In an instant, they felt like they were sacred and the burden on their shoulders was heavy.
Right then, the vice president of the WA, Huang Lihua, who previously criticized Celestial Bane online, stepped forward again.
He was already unhappy with the scolding online. At the same time, he saw many people mentioning Y, saying that their poems were not as good as Y's. That made him even more infuriated.
Who were they? They had been immersed in traditional literature for decades and were the inheritors of Chinese culture. How could they be defeated by a web writer?
He could not help but post on Weibo:
[Recently, Weibo has been very lively. There are people reciting poems everywhere. Everyone's voice is also very loud. This represents the rise of traditional Chinese culture. This is inseparable from the efforts of traditional scholars. It's an affirmation of us and I'm very pleased! However, I have also heard other voices. Here, I have to stand up and say it. "
"First, I admit that in our Writers' Association, there are some people whose poems are not considered good works. However, everyone starts from beginners. They dare to present their works to everyone. That is courage! Second, there are many good works among us. For example, XX WA's chairman's moon, how bright! XX WA's vice president's wind, how gentle! XX WA's director's snow, how white! These were all classic works! Compared to Y's poems, it's even better! "
He wrote eloquently, smiled proudly, and uploaded it to Weibo.
Sure enough, as soon as it was uploaded, the number of views skyrocketed.
[F * ck! How shameless! What does the rise of traditional culture have to do with them?]
[Logically speaking, it's because Y wrote a poem and the matter got out of hand. That's why this event is happening, right?]
[Damn! I can't take it anymore. I've been fed sh * t by this guy. Hurry up and get Y to save me …]
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At the same time, the other Writers' Associations also began to respond.
"Chairman Huang, you're too polite. Your poem is a classic. The flowers you describe are so beautiful!"
"Chairman Huang's words have resonated with me. You're right!"
"President Huang's summary is very accurate, but I have to add another point." Right then, another vice president of the Writers' Association stepped forward and added, "A lot of people are actually @ Y, asking him to come out and compose a poem. Seeing this, I find it very funny. These people obviously don't understand poetry!"
"Writing a poem, in addition to talent, also requires inspiration. As the saying goes, only when the mind is blessed can one's thoughts flow freely. Which of our poems were not tempered and written under the right circumstances? This group of people @ Y, asking him to come out. Has Y come out? No! Do they want him to compose a poem on the spot? With his talent, I'm sorry, but it's impossible! "
"Chairman Shi is right. That makes sense!"
"Hahaha, that's right. Look at Y recently, he doesn't even dare to come out. Hoping for him to compose a poem? Just you wait! "
"You hit the nail on the head. As expected of the president. How could composing a poem be so easy? If he can compose a poem, I'll swallow three catties of sh * t! "
A group of Writers' Association members were shouting below.
[I can't take it anymore. I'm going to have to go. These people are too pretentious.]
[At least I think Y's poems are a hundred times better than theirs. Shameless!]
[Even if you're mocking people, you shouldn't be mocking them like that. They're the best, bragging to the point of forgetting themselves.]
However, quite a number of people were shaken. After all, the Writers' Association represented authority and was easier to convince.
[Everyone, stop arguing. The people from the Writers' Association are not unreasonable. How can anyone compose a poem so easily?]
[I think the poems written by these presidents are quite good. It's quite nice to read.]
[Most of Y's die-hard fans can't recognize reality and live in a dream.]
"Hehe, a lot of people don't seem to believe me. Why don't you ask Y to come out? I'm not asking him to compose a poem on the spot, but if he can compose a poem that the public likes within three days, I'll be convinced!" Chairman Shi was getting more and more pleased with himself. "I bet he won't dare to come out!"
Ye Lingchen was initially just watching the commotion and had no intention of getting involved. However, he did not expect the flames of war to inexplicably drag him into it.
Ye Lingchen's heart did not waver much. On the contrary, he felt a burst of excitement.
Those people were purposely giving him popularity!
It was not a big deal at first, but they managed to push it to the top of the trending list and even helped him.
'F * ck!
'They're really good people!'
'I won't dare to come out? 'This prodigy won't dare to come out?
'Since you want me to compose a poem, then I can only refuse.'
Ye Lingchen did not hesitate and immediately posted on Weibo. [Is it that difficult to compose a poem on the spot?]
It was a simple sentence, but it instantly caused an uproar on Weibo.
[F * ck! Y actually responded on the spot!?]
[Amazing, amazing! It feels like there's going to be a bloodbath!]
[Judging from his tone, Y is going to compose a poem on the spot?]
[Y, you're too impulsive. They're obviously trying to provoke you. They want you to come out and embarrass yourself.]
[Y, let's ignore them. Why do you have to compose a poem on the spot? We need time too!]
At the same time, Capital University's Professor Wan Yun was also paying attention to the matter. When he saw Y's post, he could not help but frown slightly. 'Too impulsive!' Composing a poem on the spot was no different from composing a poem in seven steps in ancient times. Even for the ancient people, it was something to be amazed at. How could modern people do it?
Ye Lingchen ignored the excited crowd. He closed his eyes slightly and pondered for a moment, then typed on the computer:
[The first poem, Writing the Wind.]
[Green Jade Case, Lantern Night.
The east wind blooms on a thousand trees in the night. The wind blows, and the stars fall like rain. The scent of horses and carts fills the road. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fishes and dragons dance in the night.
The golden strands of the moth snow willow. The fragrance of laughter and hidden laughter fades away. Searching for him hundreds and thousands of times in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dim light.]
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