Author: Meow and Aow

Yu Hai was only looking at the question marks in his forehead.

What does it mean?

Are you fighting poems? Then why do you have to get involved with him?

With a look of confusion on his face, Yu Hai clicked on this Weibo post and turned over a few pages before he learned about the situation.

Things are very simple.

There is a Yellow Crane Tower in Linhu City. Its history is similar to that of the Yellow Crane Tower on Earth, and it is very long.

Many literati and poets have mentioned poems here, but they have never had any works that are amazing.

Today, the person in charge of the Yellow Crane Tower Scenic Area made a gimmick in order to attract tourists.

If someone can write a masterpiece that everyone recognizes, they will not only receive a considerable bonus, but the scenic spot will also record the poems on the Yellow Crane Tower for later generations to admire.

This was originally a classic gimmick that attracted the audience, but I didn't expect to be taken advantage of by someone to play.

Then a guy named "Poetry and Wine Master" claimed that he was inspired and wrote a masterpiece about Huanghe Tower, thinking that this poem should be the first.

It happened that I was inspired by the spirit of "Whale falling from the sword to test the world", so I put my work on Weibo and dared to invite the vast number of poetry lovers in China to discuss poetry.

"I have been writing poetry for ten years, and my peers have never lost a single one. Today I visited the Yellow Crane Tower and occasionally gained something. I wrote a poem. I took this opportunity to invite all the heroes to discuss the ways of poetry."

Although it was a discussion with everyone, this guy said he was not polite in his words and was very arrogant.

What made Chinese netizens even more angry is that this guy is a foreigner.

He told himself that he loved Chinese culture since he was a child, especially poetry, lyrics, music and essays.

He could recite hundreds of ancient poems at the age of ten, wrote his first ancient poem at the age of twelve, and published his collection of poems at the age of seventeen. Now he was twenty-five, and he thought that his poetry was not inferior to those famous scholars who left famous quotes throughout the ages...

In fact, deep down, he was very jealous of the cultural heritage of China for thousands of years, but the young Chinese people did not cherish it. They guarded the treasure mountain without knowing it. They hated their condescending attitude towards foreigners and wanted to step on these people under their feet.

His mentality was like seeing a small vendor on the road of wine and meat smelly at the door of a wealthy house, with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Therefore, the poem launched this time is an opportunity that has been planned for a long time, and it will become famous all over the world.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when Jingluo was fully prepared to prove Qu Dad, he could step on Jingluo's shoulders and the heads of young Chinese people to achieve his goals.

Therefore, it is very normal for the entire Weibo to use a relatively arrogant word, because it is just attracting war and attracting attention.

He has to make things bigger, the better, and only when he gets the most profitable is the last time he gets.

At this time, it has been a week since the poet and wine expert launched this Weibo post.

However, at present, although many people have shown their talents, there is indeed no poem about the Yellow Crane Tower that is well written by this guy.

The longer the time is, the more things become, the more rampant the poets and wine experts become, and the more despaired the Chinese netizens are.

"Where have those who are so awesome on weekdays?"

"Is it impossible to find a poem written by someone who writes better than foreigners?"

"Don't worry, you need inspiration to write poetry!"

"I don't believe in my Great China, and I can't write a song about the Yellow Crane Tower."

"I'm talking about it, the other party's poem is indeed well written."

“Is it difficult to admit that others are excellent?”

"There is no successor!"

"White Jingluo, isn't he very good at writing poetry? Why don't he take action?"

"Your Highness wants to prepare for the challenge of Mr. Qu. The opponents are all gods, so how can you have time to pay attention to this?"

"This guy has ulterior motives!"

"In fact, even if the whale falls, you may not be able to write a better work, right?"

"Do you think whale falls is omnipotent?"

“…”

In a week, netizens' mentality has gone from the initial anger and disdain to the current depression and helplessness, and even began to comfort themselves.

It can be said to be full of twists and turns.

But Yu Hai opened his Weibo and found that there were no messages asking him to take action as he expected below.

Instead, he was more of a voice that told him to ignore it.

"Your Highness, please feel free to prepare your own business!"

"Don't be disturbed by the outside world, it's just a clown!"

"Do your own business well, there are still hundreds of millions of young people in China."

“He’s not that important.”

“…”

Yu Hai was a little moved.

Sure enough, the network in parallel worlds is much more harmonious than the earth.

However, Yu Hai is a copywriter, so how can it be hard to copy poetry? Although the poems written by experts in poetry and wine are good, they are much worse than those famous works throughout the ages.

He thought about it, opened Weibo, and sent a message: The old man had already gone on the white clouds, and there was no Yellow Crane Tower here. The yellow cranes never returned, and the white clouds were gone for thousands of years...

He didn't say anything else, but just circled the foreign friend named Poetry and Wine Master behind the poem.

After sending it out, Yu Hai waited for a while, then refreshed it, and indeed saw the comments that were lit up.

"Damn!"

"Your Highness is awesome!"

“This poem is so well written!”

"You still have to watch the whale fall!"

"Thousands of times better than that guy."

“…”

Then Yu Hai went to read the comments below the Weibo of the poet and wine expert. The netizens seemed to be celebrating the New Year:

"Kneel down!"

"Are you convinced?"

"Don't you pay homage to Your Highness?"

"Sun Bastard, your grandfather is your grandfather!"

"Bah, we don't recognize this grandson."

"Please give it a little bit!"

“…”

Qingcheng, after lunch at home, Fang Tianmu, the president of the Poetry Association who had been browsing his phone for a while before lunch break, suddenly patted his thigh and shouted: "Well written!"

He was shocked by his wife who cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks: "You old man, why are you crazy?"

I was a little unhappy two days ago, as if someone had offended him, but now I looked excited and lost in my heart.

It's simply inexplicable.

Fang Tianmu didn't care about his wife's thoughts, so he picked up his cell phone and dialed out: "Hey, Lao Wei! Have you seen the poem Jingluo just sent? I told you that it was written very well..."

Wei Chubai laughed at him on the other end: "I don't know who said yesterday that the young people today are unreliable."

"Can Whale fall be the same as those people?" Fang Tianmu said for granted.

Wei Chubai smiled and did not refute.

In fact, he also thought that Whale Lou was different from most young people.

No matter whether it is appearance or talent, nothing can surpass it.

As people from the Poetry Association, Fang Tianmu and others naturally noticed the hottest incident of Huanghelou's poems on the Internet, but as the older generation, they cannot compete with the younger generation, and if they speak out, they will make a big deal.

However, the younger generations in the poetry world that Fang Tianmu and others saw were unable to rub the other's arrogant arrogance, which made the old guys quite annoyed, and they were all black-faced when they went to school.

Now that I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, the person involved in the incident, the poet and wine expert was now dark and depressed.

This guy doesn't concentrate on preparing next month's songs, so why do he still have the energy to snipe him?

He looked at the poem displayed on the mobile phone page in silence, read it through several times, and compared his works. He had to admit that he wrote much worse than the other.

Damn it, it's going to succeed!

How could there be such a person? It’s just that he is handsome and talented. Can he give others a way out?

"I don't believe it." The poet and wine expert who looks so ordinary that he often misses the crowd gritted his teeth and poked his phone screen with his fingers.
To be continued...