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Wang Weimin was looking at the two poems on the table in his study room carefully. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. The manuscript had already been submitted. It was estimated that it would only take one morning to shock the judges of this year's poetry competition.
But before that, Wang Weimin had to show off himself no matter what.
Wang Weimin took out his mobile phone and took two photos to send to the poetry exchange group. The group was full of people who were good at poetry and they were friends who could chat well.
"Gentlemen, we have come across two works, why not appreciate them together?"
The first one to show up was Li Xuexin, who had been Wang Weimin's good friend for many years. He knew Wang Weimin's personality and knew that anything he could actively let Wang Weimin show off would probably not be too bad.
Li Xuexin teased, "Old Wang, what masterpiece have you written again? Show it to me."
Many people followed suit and joined in the commotion. Wang Weimin saw that these guys were just trying to create chaos in the world, so he immediately smiled disdainfully and sent out the two poems directly.
After the poem was sent out, the group, which was originally filled with messages, suddenly fell silent. It was quiet for a full five minutes before Li Xuexin reappeared.
"This, this, did you write this? No, you must have written this with your cheap son-in-law. I'm so jealous!"
When Wang Weimin saw Li Xue's angry tone, he had already imagined Li Xue's new expression in his mind and suddenly laughed unconsciously.
Everyone in the group came to their senses and expressed their admiration for the poem.
"Whether it's poetry or lyrics, they are both beyond the reach of us. Absolutely stunning talent, truly stunning talent..."
"I never thought that in this era there would be someone who could write such a poem. I wish you a long life, and that we can share the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart. This single line will be passed down for thousands, even tens of thousands of years."
"A true talent, an absolute talent. If I could compose one of these poems, I would be willing to die immediately..."
"This is something that was actually written by a young man in his twenties. I've lived for decades in vain."
"Old Wang, does your son-in-law still need a girlfriend? I have a granddaughter..."
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On the first day of their release in this world, the two works, Moonlit Night on the Spring River and Song of Water Melody, began to slowly make a splash...
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