The other side argues that the four elders were just giving way to the younger generation, and that they haven't seen the elders starting to exert their influence now.

"Mr. Chen, are you still going to write and broadcast it live on the spot?"

Sabining approached Chen Feng and asked.

"Alright, that's settled then."

Chen Feng decided on the poem in his heart, which was "Ode to the Cold Kiln", a poem that tells the story of the fate of the world throughout the ages. In fact, the real author of this poem could never be found on Earth. It can only be believed that it was written by Lü Mengzheng of the Northern Song Dynasty.

But to be honest, I personally think it's impossible for someone who has held high office three times and is of such noble status to write such low-level poetry.

"Excuse me, may I ask if it's permissible to write a poem?"

Chen Feng looked at the judges, including Bai Yizhong and Li Siye.

Upon hearing this, Bai Yizhong and the others were clearly taken aback. Sa Beining also paused for a moment before looking at the judges' panel with Chen Feng.

After all, this program is run by the people behind it, and all the rules need to be set by them.

In the audience, many people began to discuss the matter.

What is "fu"?

These are questions raised by people who don't have much education.

"You don't even know this? Don't you know the idiom 'poetry, lyrics, and prose'?"

"Anyway, it's just a kind of poetry, but the writing style is different; it should be more like an essay."

"Oh, I see. That probably won't work. After all, isn't this program 'Poetry and Lyrics Years'?"

"Not necessarily. Poetry and songs have always been written together. Ancient people didn't write songs like they do now; they were very particular about it."

Bai Yizhong and Li Siye glanced at each other; they hadn't expected Chen Feng to actually write a poem.

"Old Li, what do you think?"

"How am I supposed to see? I'll see with my own eyes. Damn it, I'm not a member of the Poetry Association. I'm just here to see my grandson-in-law. What else is it to me?"

Li Siye cursed.

"You son of a bitch, but writing poems... I haven't seen that kid write any yet. Anyway, his poetry has already proven his unparalleled talent, so it wouldn't hurt for him to write one."

Bai Yizhong thought of this and said, "Poetry, lyrics, and prose are all one, which is acceptable in principle. I have no problem with that. However, since the Four Elders of Huayu have already written a seven-character poem, you will need their opinion if you write a prose poem."

At this moment, all eyes were focused on the four elders of Huayu.

The four elders, their faces glowing with health, seemed to see the dawn of victory. They generously said, "It doesn't matter if you can't write poetry, you can write prose."

The reason they are so generous is that, compared to poetry and lyrics, fu (赋) is a level lower. Otherwise, why would it be called fu and lyrics instead of fu and lyrics?

If you put something so low-class on the table, unless your writing is absolutely phenomenal, it's just a slap in the face.

"Alright, since the four elders of Huayu have no objections, then Chen Feng, you can write the poem."

Chen Feng smiled, and after receiving a nod of approval from the judges, he placed his keyboard directly on the keyboard.

Everyone, whether watching on television or at the scene, held their breath and looked at the big screen.

First, three words slowly appeared.

Ode to the Cold Kiln

"Um?"

When the title of this poem was announced, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Ode to the Cold Kiln?

What is it?

Is this related to luck?

This is the question in everyone's mind.

Then, the main text begins to appear, without any pause, in one go.

(The weather is unpredictable, and fortune can change in an instant.)

(A centipede with a hundred legs cannot outrun a snake; a rooster with two wings cannot fly higher than a crow.)

(A horse may be able to travel a thousand miles, but it cannot go there without a rider; a person may have lofty ambitions, but they cannot achieve them without good fortune.)

Oh my god?

Wow!

When this scene appeared before everyone's eyes, everyone was shocked, and gasps of amazement rippled through the crowd.

"This...this...a poem can be written like this?"

Bai Yizhong's beard trembled as he opened his eyes wide.

The four elders of Huayu changed their expressions drastically, because this talisman... felt like it truly spoke of luck, every single word of it was about luck.

"My God! Is Chen Feng a devil? How could he write something like this?"

"A centipede with a hundred legs cannot outrun a snake; a rooster with two wings cannot fly higher than a crow. These are such simple truths, yet I never thought of them before. Chen Feng is amazing; he can write down profound truths from such common sense."

"Everyone, please don't make a fuss or disturb the wind god's thoughts. We must remain quiet and let him finish writing this poem."

As people's amazement and awareness grew, the noise subsided, but they were still muttering amongst themselves.

Many people took out their phones and started taking pictures.

Even more outrageous is that right now, many young people in their twenties across the country are being beaten.

Most of these comments boil down to one sentence: "Look at other people in their twenties, and then look at yours—you can't find a wife, you can't earn money, and all you do is drink, gamble, and sponge off your parents..."

(It is said that in life, wealth and honor should not corrupt, nor should poverty and hardship sway one.)

(Even with unparalleled literary talent, Confucius faced hardship in the state of Chen; even with extraordinary military strategy, Jiang Ziya fished by the Wei River.)

(Yan Yuan died young, yet he was by no means a wicked man; Robber Zhi lived a long life, yet he was certainly not a kind person.)

(Emperor Yao was wise and sagacious, yet he had an unworthy son; Gu Sou was foolish and stubborn, yet he had a very filial son.)

(Zhang Liang was originally a commoner, but Xiao He called him a county official.)

(Yanzi was less than five feet tall, yet he was appointed Prime Minister of Qi; Zhuge Liang lived in a thatched hut, yet he served as the military advisor of Shu Han.)

(Although Xiang Yu was a powerful general, he was defeated at the Wujiang River and committed suicide; although King Han was weak, he still possessed a vast empire.)

(Li Guang possessed the might to shoot tigers, yet he remained unranked in his old age; Feng Tang had the talent to ride dragons, yet he never encountered such an opportunity in his life.)

(When Han Xin was not yet successful, he did not have three meals a day. When he finally rose to prominence, he wore a three-foot jade seal at his waist. But when his luck turned, he died at the hands of a woman.)

The second verse was also written in one go without any pause. This timeless folk poem by Lü Mengzheng of the Northern Song Dynasty, which came from Earth, was just as easy to use on Earth.

As mentioned earlier, this country's history is almost identical to that of Earth, only the outcome of its development is different.

Therefore, all the names mentioned in the article can be matched with those in ancient times.

The second paragraph stunned everyone, leaving them speechless for a long time.

Because it was so incredibly moving, Chen Feng used ancient figures as metaphors to vividly depict the meaning of "fortune" and to demonstrate its importance to everyone.

Yes, many people in this world can do many things, but only a few can stand at the top. Is it because the people below them are not doing a good enough job?

Of course not, it's just that those below them don't have the same luck as those at the top.

Of course, one's own abilities are also very important.

"Why do I feel like Fengshen must be the kind of person who gets a perfect score on history exams? I'm studying history now, and I know the life of everyone mentioned in the poem, but I've never considered the issue of fate."

"That's amazing! I have to admit, no wonder they write such good lyrics. They have a strong foundation in writing and a wealth of knowledge."

"I have to say, after seeing this poem, it feels like the poem by the Four Elders of Huayu is just so-so?"

"Brother, you can't say that. One is poetry and the other is prose. They each have their own merits and cannot be confused."

"Stop talking, everyone, and just watch the Wind God's performance."

At this moment, the faces of the four elders of Huayu were already very dark. Although Chen Feng wrote a prose poem rather than a poem, the difference was obvious.