"What are you talking about? This poem was clearly 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 asked someone to write it on his behalf? You have known the title for a long time, and how could he, as an online writer, write such a beautiful poem?" Hao Jian said unwillingly.

"What's wrong with the online writer? Where did you get the 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 was the same.

"My friend, can you write a poem, and you can speak it casually, regardless of the subject matter." Shen Wen said at this time.

He had great hope for Lin Feng, which was a rising star in the Chinese literary world.

Lin Feng smiled and was writing a song??

Is this a matter for you?

The hundreds of excellent poems in the minds of Labor and Capital are all not available in this world.

Lin Feng looked puzzled and said, "It's OK to write another song, but I need an apology."

Lin Feng naturally refers to Hao Jian.

Hao Jian laughed when he heard this.

"If you write another good poem, don't say apologize. I can kneel down and call you grandpa."

He didn't believe that Lin Feng could really write another song, he was just an online writer.

If you are so talented, what kind of online article should you write?

And he also rejected Professor Shen Wen's invitation. He must be incompetent and afraid of being exposed.

Since the other party said this, Lin Feng no longer obsessed with nonsense and picked up his pen and danced with the dragon and phoenix on the paper.

Lin Feng thought to himself, it’s a good thing that he had learned the brush a few days ago, otherwise he would have to be a “ghost painting talisman” today.

A few minutes later.

The pen is written and the poem is completed.

Everyone looked forward.

If life is just like the first meeting, what if the autumn wind is sad and painted a fan?

The old friends' hearts change easily, but the old friends' hearts change easily.

....

The poem written by Lin Feng is the first half of Mulan's poem written by Nalan Xingde. Lin Feng used to think that this poem was particularly beautiful, so he wrote it down.

"If life is just like the first meeting, why would the autumn wind be sad about painting a fan? What a beautiful poem, my friend is really a god."

The more Shen Wen read it, the more he felt that this poem had a profound artistic conception, especially the first two lines, which gave people a sense of melancholy.

There are some literati around, so naturally they can see how beautiful Lin Feng’s newly written poem is.

"It's so good to write, so beautiful..."

"If life was just like the first meeting, it seemed to remind me of that she..."

"It is hard to imagine that such a poem full of life insights and philosophy is from the hands of a young man in his twenties."

.....

Since ancient times, literati who are slutty and literati who are both arrogant and arrogant. If you can be so sure of a poem like you are now, you all think that the poem is really well written.

Shen Wen picked up the paper and looked at the poem in front of him, and felt like he was returning to his first love... Life was just like the first meeting...

It is really unimaginable, what kind of genius and talent it is to write such beautiful poems.

"My friend, your poem is better than the previous one. Can you write another one?" Shen Wen asked with anticipation.

Is this still over? I want to have another song??

Let me give you another song, it is naturally as simple as drinking water for Lin Feng.

But if I write another poem, wouldn’t I be regarded as a monster by these people?

"Old 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 is indeed a word that needs inspiration. When there is inspiration, you can write an article in more than ten minutes, but if there is no inspiration, sometimes you can't write it for several years.

Everyone present is a literary practitioner, so they naturally understand this principle.

"My friend, are you really not thinking about it? You will never treat you badly in terms of treatment. I can apply for a professor position for you after a period of time." Shen Wen was very sincere, and the conditions offered were difficult to not move.

"Old Shen, I'm really sorry." Lin Feng naturally couldn't agree, and he was not determined to be here.

"That's really a pity." Shen Wen sighed, feeling very regretful.

Everyone did not expect Lin Feng to reject Mr. Shen again and again. What a good opportunity, gaining both fame and fortune!

Mr. Shen looked at Lin Feng’s two poems and said, “My friend, I plan to include these two poems of yours into the textbook.”

"Isn't this good?" Lin Feng touched his head. This had to be included in the textbook. This is too...

Although Lin Feng knew that the weight of these two poems was definitely enough, because these two poems were the best poems in ancient times and were made by the best poets of the era...

"My friend, literature needs to be shared with others. I wonder if you are willing?"

"Of course there is no problem with this." Lin Feng said.

The people around him were envious.

How glorious it is to be compiled into the textbook, it has been passed down through the ages.

"By the way, where did Hao Jian go? Didn't you agree to come out and kneel down and call grandpa?" Li Xiang said at this time, trying to find Hao Jian's location.

Everyone remembered Hao Jian's words just now and wanted to watch the fun...

"Hao Jian said he had a stomachache and went to the bathroom." said the person standing next to Hao Jian.

"Hey, this guy must have escaped and can't afford to play." Li Xiang said. He knew that this stomachache must be an excuse, and it was true that he could escape.

"This Hao Jian, if you dare to do it or not, you will really lose face in our Red Society. President, kick him!"

"He also lost all the face of our Shenzhen Writers Association."

"Everyone is scared, and he actually ran away."

Everyone despised Hao Jian.

What's wrong with staying here? Just apologize. Is there really someone who will force you to kneel down?

At this point, the literary exchange meeting has come to an end, and the most eye-catching one is naturally Lin Feng.

The two beautiful poems made the literary master Shen Wen couldn't help but admire him. Inviting him to be a lecturer at Yenching University was simply explosive news and explosive highlights.

The reporters with keen sense of smell immediately took photos of Lin Feng with long spears and cannons.

Lin Feng couldn't help but sigh...

I originally wanted to be low-key, but why did I show off again?

This time, I am afraid I will become popular on hot searches again.

Lin Feng was helpless. Why was it so difficult to be a low-key person?

"My friend Lin Feng, let's have a meal together tonight, and call your friend and Editor-in-Chief Yang together." Shen Wen invited him warmly when he was about to leave the venue.

"Lin Feng, let's go together, the opportunity is rare." Editor-in-chief Yang Zi said.
Chapter completed!