"What nonsense are you talking about? This poem was obviously written by Brother Lin Feng, and we just saw it with our own eyes." Qianqian was like a furious little lion.
"Who knows if he copied it or hired someone to write it? Everyone already knows the title, and how could he, an online author, write such a beautiful poem?" Hao Jian said not to be outdone.
"What's wrong with the author of the online article? Where do you get your sense of superiority?" Editor-in-Chief Yang Zi couldn't stand it anymore.
At this moment, the people around him looked at Lin Feng with a hint of suspicion, even Shen Wen.
"My little friend, can you write a poem casually, regardless of the subject matter?" Shen Wen said at this time.
He has great hopes for Lin Feng, who is a rising star in the Chinese literary world.
Lin Feng smiled and was writing a song??
Is this a problem for you?
There are hundreds of excellent poems in the mind of labor and management, all of which are not found in this world.
Lin Feng looked embarrassed and said, "I can write another song, but I need an apology."
Lin Feng was naturally referring to Hao Jian.
Hao Jian laughed when he heard this.
"If you write another good poem, don't apologize. I can kneel down and call you grandpa."
He simply didn't believe that Lin Feng could really write another song. He was just an online writer.
If you are so talented, why should you write online articles?
Moreover, he refused Professor Shen Wen's invitation. He must be incompetent and afraid of exposing his secrets.
Now that the other party said this, Lin Feng no longer accepted the nonsense and picked up the pen to dance on the paper.
Lin Feng thought to himself that it was a good thing that he had learned calligraphy for a few days before, otherwise he would have had to "ghostly draw talismans" today.
After a few minutes.
When the pen is written, the poem is completed.
Everyone looked forward.
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
It is easy to change an old person's heart, but it is said that an old person's heart is easy to change.
....
This poem written by Lin Feng is the first half of the poem Mulan written by Nalan Xingde. Lin Feng thought this poem was particularly beautiful, so he wrote it down.
"If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad as to draw a fan? What a beautiful poem, my little friend is truly a god."
The more Shen Wen read it, the more profound the artistic conception of this poem became, especially the first two sentences, which gave people a sense of melancholy.
There were some literati around, so naturally they could see how beautiful Lin Feng's new poem was.
"The writing is so good, so beautiful..."
"If life is just like the first time we met, it seems to remind me of her..."
"It's hard to imagine that such a poem, full of life insights and philosophy, was written by a young man in his twenties."
.....
Since ancient times, literati have looked down upon each other, and literati who are good at writing and writing are all people with proud temperaments. If they can be so sure about a poem like this, they think that the poem is really good.
Shen Wen picked up the paper and looked at the poem in front of him. He felt like he was back to his first love... If life could only be like the first time we met...
It is really hard to imagine what kind of genius and talent this person is to be able to write such a beautiful poem.
"My friend, this poem of yours is even better than the last one. Can you write another one?" Shen Wen asked expectantly.
Is this over yet? Do you still want to play another song??
Playing another song is as simple as drinking water for Lin Feng.
But if I write another song, wouldn't I be regarded as a monster by these people?
"Mr. Shen, you also know that the most important thing in writing poetry is inspiration. My inspiration today is very good, but writing these two poems is already the limit." Lin Feng said.
No one doubted Lin Feng's words. Writing poetry does require inspiration. When you have inspiration, you can write a poem in ten minutes. If you don't have inspiration, sometimes you won't be able to write it for several years.
Everyone present is a literary practitioner, so they naturally understand this truth.
"My little friend, don't you really think about it? I will definitely not treat you badly in terms of salary. I can even apply for a professor position for you after a while." Shen Wen was full of sincerity, and the conditions he offered were unsatisfactory.
It's hard to be tempted.
"Mr. Shen, I'm really sorry." It was naturally impossible for Lin Feng to agree. This was not his intention.
"That's really a pity." Shen Wen sighed, feeling very sorry in his heart.
No one expected that Lin Feng would reject Mr. Shen again and again. What a great opportunity this was, to gain both fame and fortune!
Mr. Shen looked at Lin Feng's two poems and said, "Little friend, I plan to incorporate your two poems into the teaching materials."
"Isn't this not good?" Lin Feng touched his head. This has to be included in the textbook. This is too...
Although Lin Feng knows that the weight of these two poems is definitely sufficient, because these two poems are the best poems in ancient times and were written by the best poets of an era...
"My little friend, literature needs to be shared with others. I wonder if you are willing to do so?"
"Of course there is no problem with this." Lin Feng said.
The people around me were filled with envy.
What an honor it is to have it included in the textbook. It will be passed down through the ages.
"By the way, where has Hao Jian gone? Didn't you agree to kneel down and call grandpa?" Li Xiang said looking around at this time, trying to find Hao Jian's location.
Only then did everyone remember what Hao Jian had just said, and they all wanted to watch the fun...
"Hao Jian said he had a stomachache and went to the toilet." said the person standing next to Hao Jian.
"Hey, this guy must have run away and can't afford to play anymore." Li Xiang said, without thinking, he knew that the stomachache must be an excuse, and running away is the real thing.
"This Hao Jian, whether he dares to do what he does or not, is really a disgrace to our Red Society. President, please kick him out!"
"Our Shencheng Writers Association has also been completely disgraced by him."
"Everyone was scared, and they actually ran away."
Everyone looked down upon Hao Jian for a while.
It doesn't matter if you stay here, you're just apologizing. Could anyone really force you to kneel down?
At this point, the literary exchange meeting came to an end, and the most eye-catching one was naturally Lin Feng.
The two beautiful poems made the literary master Shen Wen couldn't help but admire them and invited them to be a lecturer at Yenching University. This is simply explosive news and an explosive attraction.
The reporters with a keen sense of smell immediately took photos of Lin Feng with long guns and cannons.
Lin Feng couldn't help but sigh...
I originally wanted to keep a low profile, but why did I come out of the limelight again...
This time, I am afraid that I will become popular on hot searches again.
Lin Feng was helpless, why is it so difficult to be a low-key person?
"Little friend Lin Feng, let's go have a meal together tonight. Call your friends and Editor-in-Chief Yang to come with us." Shen Wen warmly invited us when we were about to leave the venue.
"Lin Feng, let's go together. This is a rare opportunity." Chief Editor Yang Zi said.
She was able to be invited to the dinner thanks to Lin Feng. (To be continued)