When she turned around, she saw that the person was standing in the dimly lit area.
Everyone was stunned when they saw the sudden appearance of the poem on Weibo. They stared at the poem in a daze, over and over again!
In an instant, they had goosebumps all over their bodies. Many of them could not help but shiver.
One poem and the entire internet was shocked!
Those people from the Writers' Association were stunned when they saw the first line.
Huang Lihua and Vice President Shi were also stunned.
The east wind blooms on a thousand trees. The wind blows, and the stars fall like rain.
The first line was a description of the wind. Furthermore, it was well written. It was vivid, and the scenery was described with the wind. It was beautiful.
In an instant, the entire Weibo seemed to have come to a standstill. There were no more comments. Those who did not know would have thought that the internet had been disconnected.
It was as if they had all returned to the poem. In the middle of the bustling market, a beauty was walking along with the crowd. The crowd searched and searched for the beauty, but they could not find her. In the midst of loneliness, they suddenly turned around and saw her in a place where the lights were dim.
What a beautiful artistic conception this was!
It was just a poem, but the crowd could not help but feel that it was a story.
Wow!
It was not easy for them to break free from the mood of the poem. The entire Weibo exploded.
[Great poem!]
[F * ck! F * ck!]
[What a masterpiece. What a great poem.]
[Although I don't know much about poems, I know that this is f * cking great!]
[A stroke of genius. A stroke of genius!]
[F * ck! I was so excited just now that I wanted to send a gift. Only now did I realize that there was no gift button. F * ck!]
…
At the same time, Capital University's Wan Yun was also shocked.
'Is this really a student of our Capital University? My student can actually come up with such a poem. The heavens have not forsaken Chinese literature! '
The comments on Weibo were like fireworks, wave after wave. The number of likes increased by thousands every second. It even caused Weibo to be temporarily paralyzed.
Most people would not be able to appreciate the poem's good qualities.
However, those from the Writers' Association knew that the poem was well written. The scene, characters, and everything were perfectly depicted. Compared to Ye Lingchen's previous poems, it was several times better.
That was Ye Lingchen's first serious attempt at composing a poem. In an instant, it won over everyone. It could be described as impeccable and could be listed as a classic!
Everyone from the Writers' Association stopped talking. Some even wanted to go offline. They were too ashamed to stay any longer and were too ashamed to show their faces.
Y, what kind of person is he?
To say such words on the spot, was this fellow still human?
However, very quickly, someone noticed Ye Lingchen's choice of words on Weibo. The first song!
[F * ck! The first song?! Is Y going to continue composing poems?]
[Awesome! Could there really be a second song? Sit and wait!]
The next moment, the second song was released.
"The second poem is about the moon."
"'Gazing at the Moon and Hugging the Faraway'.
The bright moon shines above the sea, even the ends of the earth share this moment. Lovers complain of the distant night, unexpectedly yearning for each other arises in the evening.
Extinguish the candle and feel pity for the light, put on your clothes and feel the dew. I can't bear to give it to you as a present, and to return it to my sweet dreams. "
A perfect sentence!
It was another quatrain!
The first sentence captured everyone's heart!
The bright moon shines above the sea, even the ends of the earth share this moment.
That poem was about parting, entrusting one's longing to the bright moon. Loved ones separated by worlds, appreciating the same moonlight. Nothing could be better than this.
[I'm crying. Thank you, Y, for writing such a good poem. Thank you! Actually, I've been working outside all year round. I haven't been home for a long time.]
[Previous poster, me too. I miss the feeling of home.]
[Sob sob sob, I've already made plans with my wife to appreciate the moon tonight. This way, it's equivalent to accompanying my wife.]
However, while everyone was still lamenting, the third poem was released!
[The third poem is about flowers.]
['Not the First Queen's Chrysanthemum'
On the eighth day of the ninth lunar month, when my flowers bloom, all other flowers die.
Incense bursts through Chang 'an, the whole city is clad in golden armor.]
The moment that poem was released, everyone was even more shocked.
That was because the style of that poem was completely different from the previous two.
The previous two poems were either graceful or parting, but this one gave off a domineering feeling, an unparalleled domineering feeling!
Such a turn of events almost caught everyone off guard.
That poem was domineering from beginning to end. It could be said that every word and sentence was shocking.
What kind of pride, what kind of confidence, to be able to write such a poem!
[I suddenly feel that this poem is about Y himself. I don't know if any of you feel the same way.]
[The first person I thought of was Y. Didn't you notice? After Y started composing poems, the people from the WA dared not say a word.]
[F * ck, it's true! That's a domineering and arrogance that comes from his bones!]
[The fourth poem is about snow.]
Ye Lingchen paused for a moment. This time, he smiled and suddenly had a wicked idea.
He uploaded the first line, [One, Two, Three, Four.]
'Hmm?'
Everyone was taken aback. This kind of opening was very ordinary.
[Five, six, seven, eight.]
[What's he doing? Counting?]
He ignored the crowd and uploaded the third line.
[Thousands, tens of thousands, countless.]
At that moment, the crowd could no longer sit still.
[Y, why are you suddenly siding with those WA members? Don't!]
[F * ck! It's over, it's over. Y's poem is starting to hurt my eyes.]
[Is Chinese literature not as good as the Impasse? No …]
However, the fourth line.
[Flying into the plum blossoms will always disappear.]
Boom!
Everyone's mind was buzzing. They did not expect the last line to revive the entire poem.
That poem was not particularly brilliant, but it won in its simplicity. It did not lose its charm in its simplicity. It could be considered an alternative classic.
[Awesome! I knew Y wouldn't let me down.]
[The finishing touch. This is the real finishing touch!]
[Genius, a true genius. He's doing as he pleases!]
[Hahaha, did you guys notice? Y's poem was written to target the poems that Huang Lihua praised earlier.]
[It's true! Amorous flowers, snow, and moon, hahaha …]
[Forgive me for asking, Teacher Huang Lihua. Is the wind still soft? Is the flower still beautiful? Is the snow still white? Is the moon still bright?]
…
He composed four poems in a row, and each of them was considered a classic. He did not make any prior preparations and relied on improvisation. That level of poetry writing would be at the level of a top scholar in ancient times!
For others, being able to compose a decent poem was enough for them to be proud of for life. Yet, he composed one poem after another, as though it was free. That was simply amazing!
Scary, too f * cking scary!
Everyone from the WA turned mute. Following that, they began to delete their Weibo posts.
The poems they composed were no longer presentable. They could not be compared to Ye Lingchen's. They could not afford to lose face like that.
Huang Lihua even deleted the Weibo posts that scolded Ye Lingchen. Ye Lingchen's standards had far surpassed most people. If that was still considered as not having literary standards, then no one in China could have such standards.
'Where did this freak come from? He's too insane. I can't afford to offend him …'
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