Your man is about to retire from the music industry, can you pretend to be anxious for a little while?

"Don't worry, even if you don't believe him, you should believe me. We'll see how it goes in the end."

On the scene, Sabine was thunderstruck. He had only said a couple of sentences, and you're telling me it's finished?

Is writing poetry really that easy?

He was even a little angry, feeling that Chen Feng had been messing around from the beginning until now. This is such a serious program, can you please put some effort into it?

He walked over.

"Mr. Chen, this is a positive program, why are you making such a mess of things..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Sabining was completely dumbfounded.

What he saw? He saw the most incredible scene in the world: the poems on the computer screen, seemingly otherworldly.

"Thump!"

Sabinen sat down on the ground with a thud, staring at Chen Feng with a deathly pale face.

"You...it's impossible...how is this possible?"

He questioned his life, wondering if it was all a dream. He had actually witnessed such an absurd thing. As a cultured man, he knew very well that the poem was not plagiarized, because in China's thousands of years of history, apart from the poems at the beginning of the program, there was simply no one comparable to it.

"Little Sa, what's wrong with you? Is that kid's poetry so terrible that it's making you so upset?"

The four elders, not understanding the situation, asked directly.

The judges, including Bai Yizhong and Li Siye, were so excited that their faces were flushed.

"Old Li, did you see that? Did you see that? That little Sa was so shocked. It's clear that the kid's poetry is extraordinary."

"I know, I know, hurry up and show it to me."

Although Li Siye is a member of the calligraphy association, he also greatly admires the outstanding qualities of his prospective grandson-in-law.

"Four elders, my poem is finished. Are you sure you want me to show it first?"

Chen Feng asked the four elders, Yu, Ren, Yuan, and Liu, again.

"Enough with the nonsense. I want to see how much more humiliation you, a mere brat, will cause today."

The four elders were indignant. In their eyes, the fact that Sabining was so frightened showed how disgusting the boy's poetry was.

Fine, since you don't want the face I'm giving you, then don't blame me.

"Host, would you please stand up and demonstrate?"

Chen Feng looked at Sabining on the ground and helped him up.

Sabinen was trembling all over, his lips were white, and he looked at Chen Feng as if he were a monster, unable to speak.

It's unclear how much effort he used to instruct the staff, "Begin displaying the poems of the Wind God."

At this moment, he had been conquered, and the title "Mr. Chen" had been changed to "Wind God".

"Hmph, I'll see what kind of rubbish he can write!"

At this moment, the eight elders, the judges, the audience at the scene, and the viewers in front of the television were all staring intently at the big screen, filled with curiosity.

Soon, the names of the poems slowly emerged.

"Green Jade Table - Lantern Festival"

As soon as the poem was mentioned, the entire audience inexplicably fell into a state of tension, and even the eight elders became solemn.

Even without reading the content of the poem, you can tell from the title that Chen Feng didn't just write something randomly. The title of this poem is very meaningful and shows the style of a master.

Bai Yizhong exclaimed in disbelief, "This...this...this is about the Lantern Festival."

Yes, the title of the poem fits the theme of the festival. It seems that Chen Feng's poem is about the Lantern Festival.

Then, the first two lines of the poem slowly appeared.

(The east wind at night releases a thousand trees of blossoms.)

(The wind blows down stars like rain.)

The once noisy venue fell silent in an instant.

Viewers who were initially just watching with a detached, amazed... in an instant.

moment.

Boom!

The entire venue was like boiling water, bubbling and churning.

"This...this..."

"This is impossible..."

The eight elders were utterly shocked; just two lines of poetry were already incredibly impressive.

The poems on the screen continued to appear.

(The BMW's sculpted carriages fill the road with fragrance.)

(The sound of phoenix flutes rises, and the jade pot shines.)

(A night of fish and dragon dance.)

The moment the first segment began, the entire audience erupted in cheers.

On the judges' panel, Bai Yizhong suddenly stood up, his face flushed.

"What a fine poem! What a fine poem! Just these few lines have already become a timeless masterpiece."

The audience members all looked like they had seen a ghost, followed by screams and shouts. These people all had a certain level of knowledge in poetry and calligraphy; otherwise, it would have been impossible to invite them to be the audience.

"This...this was written by Chen Feng? My goodness, I feel that none of the poems I have learned can compare to it. This is enough to be passed down through the ages."

"The sound of phoenix flutes stirs, the jade pot shines, and fish and dragons dance all night. Look, this depicts the Lantern Festival scene so vividly, it's simply amazing."

The viewers in front of the TV were so shocked that some of the melons fell to the ground without them even realizing it.

No one would have imagined that the carefree and irresponsible Chen Feng could write such poetry.

"The east wind releases a thousand trees of flowers at night...fish and dragons dance all night long..."

The four elders, Yu, Ren, Yuan, and Liu, were pale-faced and even sat down on the ground, muttering incantations.

"I've studied poetry my whole life, yet I'm not even a third or half as good as some of it... I'm so far behind..."

Although Li Siye is the vice president of the calligraphy association, he also has some knowledge of poetry. At this moment, he suppressed his excitement and shouted loudly.

"Quickly put down half of it for me."

Sabinen could barely hold the microphone; he was so overwhelmed by the experience.

The big screen continued, and soon, the second half slowly appeared. When the last two lines appeared, everyone in the world who was following the "Poetry and Books Years" variety show went crazy.

(Moths, snow willows, golden threads.)

(Laughter and fragrance linger as they depart.)

(I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd.)

(Suddenly turning around, I find him there, in the dim light.)

The novel *Qing Yu An* has now been completely revived on Earth, dominating the entire literary world.

The four elders knelt down on the spot, their faces flushed with excitement, their lips pale, and their bodies trembling.

"What a wonderful line, 'Looking back suddenly, the person is right there, in the dim light.'"

"I can already foresee that from now on, no one in the world will dare to write about the Lantern Festival."

"This poem is probably only comparable to the one written by that mysterious master at the very beginning, 'Prelude to Water Melody'."

"I almost forgot about that shrine. With its appearance, I'm afraid no one will dare to write about the Mid-Autumn Festival from now on."

At this moment, the host Sabinen completely lost his composure, knelt down, and was breathing rapidly.

It should be noted that he has presided over dialogues on Chinese classics and history, and is quite knowledgeable about ancient poetry and literature.

But today, Chen Feng's modern poem "Qing Yu An" made him feel that not only modern times, but also the entire literary world for five thousand years had been completely outclassed. How could this not shock him?

At this moment, Feng Yu, Zhang Xiaopang, and the others had their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an apple.

"Boss...is the boss even human?"

This is what everyone thinks.

Li Qingning looked at the poem and silently recited the line "Looking back suddenly, that person is right there in the dim light," a faint blush appearing on her face.

"This is a timeless masterpiece, worthy of being included in the National Poetry Anthology and passed down to all who study it."

Li Siye slammed his fist on the table and stood up; as a judge, he could no longer control his emotions.