"Sister Qingning, has the boss given up this time?"
"What are you saying? Have some faith in the boss, okay?"
The wind whispered, and a group of people stopped working and gathered around, watching the program intently.
"Don't worry, there's nothing he can't do."
Li Qingning was the person who had witnessed Chen Feng's most perverted behavior, so she was very confident.
On the set of the "Poetry and Books in Our Youth" program, Chen Feng sighed inwardly and finally settled on a poem that was entirely about the fortunes of the times.
But why was he hesitant and conflicted? Because this poem might give young people some bad ideas.
Another important reason for using this poem is that the ancient dynasties of this era are exactly the same as those on Earth, and the fates of the ancient people are also surprisingly similar.
Therefore, Chen Feng once thought that this place should be a parallel world reflected by Blue Star, but as for why it has developed to this point and why its entertainment culture is so poor, he had no idea.
Five minutes passed again, and this time, the eight elders beamed with joy.
First, they wrote it and were very satisfied with their work.
Secondly, they saw that Chen Feng hadn't made a move and assumed he was about to give up and admit defeat.
"Host, we've already written it."
Sabining quickly went up on stage, confirmed the information, and then began to check with Chen Feng, "Mr. Chen, this way..."
"We can start now, I'm fine."
Seeing Chen Feng start showing off again, the Eight Elders were very unhappy. They thought he was simply overestimating himself.
"Alright, dear viewers, thank you for waiting. Our third round of poetry competition is about to begin."
"Currently, we see that the Eight Elders of Huayu have completed their poems on the theme of fortune, while Fengyu Chenfeng has not yet started writing. However, it has been confirmed that he has already thought it through. Let's find out how amazing their poems are right away."
As soon as Sabining stepped onto the stage, the audience was already on high alert, excited, thrilled, and nervous.
Many people were watching a variety show for the first time, and they didn't expect that such a program, which should have been boring, would be so interesting.
"So, who went first this time?"
"Let us go first."
The eight elders of Huayu have unprecedented confidence this time; they believe their poetry has reached its peak.
"We are old after all. This is such an obscure topic. We should set an example and give young people more opportunities to think about it."
Liu Mubai said with an arrogant expression, clearly getting carried away.
"Thank you very much, Elder Ba, Mr. Chen. What do you think?"
Sabinen looked at Chen Feng.
"I don't care."
Chen Feng lay back in the chair, maximizing his comfort, but to the audience it looked like he was completely lying down and giving up.
"Sigh... Chen Feng lost this time, but it's okay, he's already won two matches."
"Look at the wind god, he looks like he has no will to live, hahaha, it's the first time I've seen him like this."
"Don't jump to conclusions so quickly, they might just be tired."
Amid the discussion, the eight elders of Huayu began their presentation.
As the large screen lit up, people first saw two words.
"destiny"
This is just one character different from the title and theme of the poems by the eight elders.
Then, the content of the poem slowly emerged.
The eight elders were also looking at the big screen with flushed faces, thinking that this time what they wrote would not be bad.
(When the time is right, one can ride the wind and soar like a roc, covering ninety thousand miles in a single day.)
(Luck turns to plummet in an instant; a dragon falls to its death on shallow waters, mocked by shrimp.)
(Spring goes, autumn cools, cold winds replace; summer days and winter chill, a hundred flowers bloom green)
(Life has its joys and sorrows, its births and deaths, its loneliness; a leap in the wind startles heaven and earth.)
The audience was astonished when this poem was recited.
This poem is much better than the previous one, and it has eight lines.
Bai Yizhong slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his expression agitated.
"What a wonderful poem about fate! It never mentions any person, yet every line tells the story of the ups and downs of human destiny."
"When fortune smiles upon you, you will rise with the wind and soar like a roc for ninety thousand miles in a single day." This describes how a person, once he has good fortune, will soar like a roc to the heavens and earth. But when fortune turns, he will fall a thousand feet in an instant, like a dragon falling into shallow waters and being mocked by shrimp. This is also a classic line, showing that once a person loses power, even a dog can bully him.
"It can be said that the first four lines truly depict the journey and hardships of people moving forward, and the current situation where fate and destiny play tricks on us. This is very good."
At this moment, the audience below the stage applauded as they listened to judge Bai Yizhong's explanation.
"As expected of a senior who has been deeply involved in poetry culture for many years, his poems are getting better and better."
"This poem, with its niche theme, is truly remarkable for being written so well."
"I would call this poem the most powerful poem about destiny."
(Hahaha, the author continues to praise himself; he has to indulge in a little self-indulgence in his own poems.)
On stage, Bai Yizhong, a member of the judging panel, continued to explain.
"Spring goes and autumn cools, cold winds replace summer and winter, all flowers are green." Everyone should notice that this poem deliberately confuses the four seasons, and combines spring and autumn with cold winds, and summer and winter with flowers and green leaves.
"This is not for the sake of rhyming, but has a profound meaning. I believe what the Eight Elders wanted to express is that fate never goes according to the path we know; it is unpredictable."
Upon hearing this, the eight elders on the stage immediately applauded, their eyes filled with tears.
As expected of the president of the Poetry Association, he truly lives up to his reputation and can quickly analyze their poems.
Bai Yizhong was very excited because this poem was indeed very good.
"Life has its joys and sorrows, its births and deaths, its loneliness; a leap in the wind startles heaven and earth." This is the concluding part of the poem, which perfectly interprets the diversity and changes of fortune. It is a rare and excellent poem.
Then, he looked at Chen Feng and said, "Now, I also look forward to seeing what kind of poetry Chen Feng can bring us."
The audience was also excited; they were looking forward to Chen Feng surprising them once again.
"I hope Fengshen can produce another timeless masterpiece this time. It seems like those old guys from Huayu Entertainment are really impressive this time."
"Sigh... A masterpiece isn't something you can just write on a whim. I think Chen Feng will lose this time."
"Losing is normal. How old is Fengshen? How old are those old men? I think as long as my Fengshen wins once, he can be the envy of everyone."
"That's right, that's right. My son Fengshen is only in his twenties, he's still a child. How can you expect a child to be compared to a group of people who have studied ancient poetry for decades?"
There are thousands of posts on the audience's discussions, the official website of the "Poetry and Books Years" program, and other platforms.
They split directly into two major factions, and each of the two major factions was further divided into two smaller factions.
The largest faction supports Chen Feng, and the second largest faction supports the Four Elders of Huayu.
The smaller group below him believes that Chen Feng is enough to dominate the Chinese poetry scene, and there's no need to compete anymore. He has already won against four old men who have been studying poetry for more than his own years, which speaks volumes.
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