Wang Yueheng then retweeted the trending topic #How to have the same talent as Wang Yueheng#.

And then he composed a poem:

"To escape worldly troubles is no ordinary matter; hold tight to the rope and make a concerted effort. Without enduring the bitter cold, how can the plum blossoms exude their fragrant scent?"

The original title of this poem is "Song of Instruction in the Hall".

It is a work by the great master Huang Bo, a prominent Buddhist monk of the Tang Dynasty.

In this world, Wang Yueheng renamed the poem he had brought over as "Winter Plum Blossom".

The poem's main idea is that everything requires great effort; without enduring the bitter cold, how can one smell the sweet fragrance of plum blossoms?

Wang Yueheng intended to use this poem to tell everyone.

There were no aliens descending or lucky koi fish reincarnated; only hard work has brought about today's fruitful results.

This poem also reflects his experiences and encounters in this world.

Even if someone with a keen eye investigates, it will only further confirm the value of this poem.

The two new Weibo posts were published less than two minutes ago.

With the promotion of traffic on the Weibo platform, the number of likes quickly exceeded one million, and the number of reposts reached hundreds of thousands.

"Waaaaah~ Heng-ge is so handsome!"

"Hengxue's love is so romantic~"

"Wang Yueheng's boundless love!"

"I have no regrets loving Yue Heng in this life, and I will still be a member of the Heng family in the next life!"

"Without enduring the bitter cold, how can the plum blossom emit its fragrant scent! How beautifully written!"

"A new famous quote has been born!"

"You guys had to be so idle as to say that Brother Heng is some kind of lucky koi reincarnated. Now look what's happened, the homeroom teacher has another poem to memorize!"

"What's wrong? I memorized it after reading it twice. Teacher Wang Yueheng is a genius!"

"Yes, there's no such thing as easy success in this world. Success equals 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration!"

"What exactly has Yue Heng been through all these years?"...

In a short time.

Discussions about Wang Yueheng's talent took a sudden turn after a new poem was written.

Countless fans attributed Wang Yueheng's success primarily to his own hard work and a bit of talent.

"I'm sorry, Heng-ge, I was wrong. I take back my disrespectful remarks about you!"

"I'm not saying anything more, I'm just going to pay to support Heng Ge. I don't want the album if you don't fill in the mailing address, I'll give it to someone who needs it more!"

"This account has been deleted because it made disrespectful remarks about Wang Yueheng. Please be aware of this!"

"Even if Heng's new album sells for a thousand yuan a copy, I'll sell everything I own to support him!"

I witnessed Wang Yueheng's charitable acts and poetic talent.

At this moment, many haters were also provoked and expressed their remorse in the comment section of Wang Yueheng's Weibo.

Some extreme netizens even publicly deleted their original accounts as a way of apologizing.

With the perfect timing of the release of this new poem.

A massive amount of "popularity points" were once again added to Wang Yueheng's system account.

...

"Great! This poem is really well written, cough cough cough..."

Late at night, in a military family compound in Kyoto.

The bedroom is lit with orange-yellow lights.

An elderly man wearing a green woolen coat looked down at the largest text displayed on his phone and sighed repeatedly.

Amidst his sighs, he would occasionally let out a heart-wrenching cough.

On the desk in front of him were several photo frames of varying ages.

The old photo is yellowed, showing a spirited young soldier carrying a rifle on the battlefield.

The latest photo.

This is the elderly man in the dark green military uniform at the Great Hall of the People in the capital.

A group photo of him and other soldiers of the same age with the leader of the Dragon Kingdom.

The old man's name was Qiao Xinghua, one of the veteran generals who was scheduled to visit Tsinghua University on Monday.

Qiao Xinghua opened a link to an article that his old comrade-in-arms, Mo Zhongqing, had just sent him.

Inside is Wang Yueheng's new poem and essay, "Winter Plum Blossom," which he just published on Weibo.

When Qiao Xinghua saw the poem, "Without enduring the bitter cold, how can the plum blossom exude its fragrant scent?", he was immediately filled with excitement.

He hadn't seen such moving poetry or literary works in a long time.

This poem is also a description of these soldiers who emerged from the flames of war.

How can one taste victory without experiencing countless brutal battles!

"Cough cough cough..."

Overcome with excitement, Qiao Xinghua, who suffered from lung disease due to injuries sustained in battle in his early years, suddenly experienced a worsening of his cough.

"Dad, are you alright? Should we call a doctor to come and take a look at you?"

"It's so cold outside, how about we skip inspecting the students' military training at Tsinghua University on Monday?"

"What if your condition worsens by then!"

Hearing the commotion, the eldest daughter, Qiao Yingying, came over and gently patted her father's back, frowning with concern as she advised him.

Qiao Yingying was very familiar with her father's illness.

Whenever the weather gets colder, my lung disease worsens, and I cough incessantly.

The weather forecast just happened to indicate that Kyoto would experience its first widespread temperature drop since autumn on Monday.

Therefore, Qiao Yingying hoped to persuade her father to cancel the trip and stay at home to recuperate.

"That won't do! We've already agreed on things with the other old buddies!"

"It's not easy for us old comrades to get together like this. The next time we meet might be in a hospital bed!"

Listening to his daughter's somewhat disgruntled advice, Qiao Xinghua, who is nearly ninety years old and has a cheerful personality, joked.

"Besides, just for this poem 'Winter Plum Blossom,' I have to go and meet the author himself."

"Yingying, aren't you also making a new movie with director Chen Ge to commemorate the Korean War? What's it called, 'Lion Strikes'?"

"Maybe this Wang Yueheng can also help you, cough cough cough..."

Qiao Xinghua pointed to Wang Yueheng's name on his phone and said excitedly.

"Dad, it's 'Super Soldier Strikes'!"

“If you were healthy, I certainly wouldn’t object to you going. I’m just worried that your condition might worsen…”

"Besides, Wang Yueheng is so valuable now, and our film budget is not that high. It's another question whether we can afford to hire him to write songs."

"Moreover, we've already commissioned someone to compose the theme song for this show, so it wouldn't be good to change the song at the last minute."

Qiao Yingying, the screenwriter of the patriotic war film "Heroes Striking," looked at her father's resolute attitude and said speechlessly.

Undeniably, Qiao Yingying, also a literary worker, was eager to take this opportunity to meet Wang Yueheng.

Perhaps we can also draw some creative inspiration from the other party.

But her father's health condition was a real worry for her and her other children.

“That’s easy. Isn’t this guy Zhongqing’s granddaughter’s boyfriend? So, Mo Zhongqing’s granddaughter’s husband is my granddaughter’s husband.”

"He'll have to give you some discounts out of respect for us old guys. If all else fails, I'll use my medals to exchange a song with him for you."

Qiao Xinghua, one of the real-life inspirations for the character in "Super Soldier: The Strike" (or "Super Soldier: The Strike"), said with a smile.

"Alright, alright, Dad, stop talking. It would be so disheartening for the military leaders to hear you say that."

"Even if our production crew is poor, we wouldn't ask you to use your military medals to help us change the songs..."

"Go if you want, but you have to bring the team doctor with you. It's just a quick visit and we'll be right back, okay?"

Looking at her father, who was acting like a child, Qiao Yingying was speechless once again.

She was afraid that if she stopped her father from going to Tsinghua University, the other party would really contact Wang Yueheng himself to ask for a song for her.