Chapter Three hundred and forty-four Talents and learning, being a lecturer?
Lin Feng was stunned when he saw everyone around him starting to write.
"You are all prepared in advance, right?"
Lin Feng didn't think that these people were so talented that they could write a poem casually.
"Brother Lin Feng, how about I give you this poem I prepared." Qianqian said.
The specific meeting procedures of this literary exchange meeting were notified a week ago, and the last item, which is based on the theme of autumn, was also informed to everyone in advance.
Otherwise, few people present would be able to compose poems on the spot.
Qianqian has been preparing this poem for several days.
"It's okay, no need, it's just a poem."
Lin Feng immediately calmed down. Although he couldn't compose poetry, he could copy poetry.
In his mind, there are 300 Tang poems and Song lyrics, many with autumn as the background and theme.
Among them, Lin Feng's favorite is "The Pure Sky and the Sand*Autumn Thoughts". This poem is very beautiful both in terms of artistic conception and text.
"Brother Lin Feng, are you planning to write a poem on the spot?" Qianqian said in surprise.
Although it is remarkable that Brother Lin Feng can write a work like "Fights Break the Sphere", this online article does not require outstanding writing style at all, and it is completely different from poetry.
"It's okay, believe in my talent." Lin Feng said confidently.
"Lin Feng, if you are not prepared, you don't have to do this. There is no need to show off." Yang Zi said with a little worry.
"That's right, poetry writing is not what us online writers are good at." Qiu Feng, the author next to him, said bleakly.
He also prepared a poem and thought about it for several days, but he knew that what he wrote was definitely the best in this exchange meeting.
Lin Feng smiled bitterly: "Are you so unsure of me?"
Hao Jian, the red scholar writer who was unhappy with Lin Feng just now, noticed this and showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
If an online writer composes poems on the spot, you might not have your head squeezed by the door.
"Master Lin Feng, the author of "Fights Break the Sphere", wrote a poem on the spot. Everyone, please come over and take a look."
"Asshole, what are you doing?" Qianqian, who has always been good-tempered, was also angry at this time.
"It's okay, Qianqian."
Lin Feng held Qianqian's hand.
This guy is here to slap you in the face.
I really don’t know whether to live or die.
When this person shouted like this, many people's attention was attracted.
A lot of people gathered around him at once.
"Compose a poem on the spot? Real or fake? How can this poem be done just as you say it will be done!"
""Fights Break the Sphere"? Isn't that an online article? Internet article authors can also write poems. I think it's a bit confusing."
"To impress people, I want to see what he is capable of."
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Lin Feng didn't care what was said around him, he just picked up his pen.
Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water.
The west wind blows thin horses along the ancient road, the sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
When the pen was written and the poem was completed, there was silence, and the whole audience was silent for a moment.
This poem... looks so beautiful.
Those who can participate in this literary exchange meeting are all people who have studied literature well, and they can naturally see the excellence of this poem.
"Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people, what a beautiful artistic conception, what a beautiful and simple picture." A voice sounded with emotion.
"Mr. Shen, why are you down here?" The man next to him spoke with respect, and the eyes of the people around him were also full of respect.
Shen Wen walked up to Lin Feng, looked at the poems written by Lin Feng on the paper, and asked a little excitedly: "Little friend, is this a poem you wrote?"
"Um."
Lin Feng nodded and admitted shamelessly.
"It's wonderful, it's really wonderful. It's true that there are talents from all over the world. The next generation is to be feared. The next generation is to be feared." Shen Wen sighed while reading this poem.
When the people around him heard Shen Wen's unstinting praise, they all looked shocked.
Who is Shen Wen? He is the deputy dean of the School of Liberal Arts of Yenching University and a leading figure in Chinese literature. In this literary exchange meeting, Shen Wen has the highest status.
"Mr. Shen gave me the compliment, so I just wrote it casually." Lin Feng felt a little embarrassed after being praised like this.
"My friend, what other works have you done before?" Shen Wen asked. Anyone who can write this kind of poem must have had outstanding works before.
"Mr. Shen, Lin Feng is an online author. He has written an online novel called "Fights Break the Sphere"." Someone next to him rushed to say.
"Internet articles? My friend, your talent in writing Internet articles is a bit overkill. Why don't you come to our Yenching University as a lecturer? Your talent is fully qualified." Shen Wen said with a serious face.
Lin Feng's "Autumn Thoughts", Shen Wen thought to himself, even if he were to write it, he would never be able to write it. The artistic conception is so beautiful.
Lecturer at Yenching University???
Everyone's jaw dropped in shock.
What is Yenching University? One of the highest universities in China, alongside Huaqing University, actually invited a young man in his twenties to be a lecturer.
"Mr. Shen, this isn't appropriate," a person next to him said quickly.
"Literature does not distinguish between ages, and those who have masters are teachers. Take a look at this poem for yourself. If I ask you to write it, can you write it?" Shen Wen said unceremoniously.
"Mr. Shen, thank you for your kindness, but I only have a superficial understanding of literature. In fact, my main job is a game anchor." Lin Feng clapped his hands quickly and said.
Let him be a lecturer, and he is also a lecturer at Yenching University. What a joke.
Lin Feng had no knowledge of literature, let alone talent. He just relied on the memory of his previous life to copy.
Game anchor???
The people around me just felt confused.
Is this young man still a game anchor?
"I know that Lin Feng is not only the anchor of Huya, but also a singer. "Ten Years" and "Ordinary Road" are his original songs, and he is also a racing driver..."
A girl stood up and looked at Lin Feng and said, her eyes filled with affection.
Or a singer??Racing driver??
The onlookers were even more dumbfounded. How many identities do you have...
"It turns out...it turns out that little friend is still an all-rounder. Little friend, your literary talent cannot be wasted, otherwise it will be a great loss to the Chinese literary world." Shen Wen said, he really couldn't bear to have such a talented person like Lin Feng.
Talented and gifted people take a "wrong path".
"Mr. Shen, I am really lacking in talent and knowledge, so I am not qualified for the job..."
"You don't like Yenching University? That's definitely not true. Yenching University is the highest university in the country..."
"My abilities are really limited..."
When Shen Wen saw Lin Feng refusing in every possible way, he had no choice but to give up.
"Mr. Shen, I suspect that he copied this poem and it is not his original work at all!" Hao Jian, the author of Hongxue who had always disliked Lin Feng, said.
How come this guy can be appreciated by Mr. Shen just by casually writing a few poems, but no one cares about the "On Why Grandma Liu Wants to Enter the Grand View Garden" that he worked so hard to write. (To be continued)