"Old Zhou, we have no choice but to ask you to step in this time, because there is really no talent left in the field of modern poetry."
It's embarrassing that someone outside the industry could shine like this.
Although fighting is not a good thing.
But if we can't suppress this young man surnamed Xu this time, everyone in the modern poetry circle will be ridiculed!
In an exquisite detached villa.
Several people dressed in a cultured manner were speaking to a middle-aged man.
If you only listened to them talking, you would think that this "Old Zhou" was a seventy or eighty-year-old man.
But to our surprise, this 'Old Zhou' wasn't much older than these people.
But when he heard these people address him like that, Zhou Wenhao showed no humility whatsoever.
As one of the first generation of modern poets, his name was widely known throughout the Great Xia Dynasty.
Many of his classic modern poems have been included in primary and secondary school textbooks.
Therefore, it is only natural that he is addressed as Old Zhou.
Zhou Wenhao had actually heard about the "poetry battle" that had been making headlines online in recent days.
Unlike others, he didn't pay much attention to the poems written by the young man named Xu Lu.
Although the other party's two poems, "A Generation" and "I Love This Land," were both quite good.
But it's only not bad.
Compared to his best poems, Zhou Wenhao felt that these two poems were still somewhat inferior.
So at this moment he smiled and said:
"He's just a kid, why are you coming to me for such a small thing?"
"Old Zhou, Chairman Zhou! We really have no other choice. We originally wanted to solve it ourselves."
But yesterday I organized a gathering of modern poets, hoping to write some good poems that would outshine that kid.
Unexpectedly, a whole day passed and nothing progressed.
On the one hand, everyone is worried that if they write poorly, they will lose face.
On the other hand, there's also a "not my problem" mentality...
The person next to him quickly explained.
Zhou Wenhao sneered and said:
"It's still the same old scholarly attitude of belittling each other. No wonder these people can't write good poetry. They're always scheming and petty. What inspiration or spirit can they possibly have?"
"Old Zhou, you are right to teach us a lesson. That's why we still need your help. Otherwise, the people in our modern poetry circle will fall apart."
To be honest, our circle is already a niche one.
If we can't even handle the provocation of a mere brat now, then we'll probably be a mere shell of our former self in the future!
Hearing this, Zhou Wenhao finally perked up a bit.
After all, he was one of the presidents of the Modern Poetry Society.
If the poetry gathering is disbanded, wouldn't he lose his position as president?
Thinking about this, Zhou Wenhao pondered for a moment and said:
"You all go back first. I'll look for inspiration and get back to you tonight."
Upon hearing this, smiles finally appeared on the faces of the visitors, and one of them said:
"Old Zhou, we are all relieved by your words. As long as you take charge, that kid won't be able to cause trouble for long. We'll head back now so as not to disturb you while you're looking for inspiration."
Soon, the group left in a hurry, but Zhou Wenhao did not make any move to 'find inspiration'.
He simply opened the drawer, rummaged through it for a while, and picked up a piece of paper with several poems written on it.
After thinking for a while, he took a pen and circled one of the poems he was most proud of.
That's right!
The poem on this paper is Zhou Wenhao's most treasured possession, reserved for important occasions.
Each poem was the result of his deep contemplation and meticulous word choice, and he considered it to be his own masterpiece.
Actually, if he hadn't thought that the disbandment of the modern poetry gathering would be bad for him, he really wouldn't have been willing to use one of his poems to deal with a mere young upstart.
This piece is the culmination of his inspiration; you could say that every one he uses is one less he could ever create.
But now, we have no choice but to use it.
Although he found a poem, Zhou Wenhao did not send it to the people from earlier immediately.
He waited until evening before leisurely taking a picture and sending it to someone in his contacts.
The photo not only showed the poem he had chosen, but also prominently displayed the three characters "Zhou Wenhao" at the end.
On the other side, the group that had received Chairman Zhou's masterpiece finally erupted in excitement:
"As expected of Old Zhou, his skill is truly remarkable, he writes so well..."
"When I met you, we touched each other lightly in the spring breeze, like a gentle breeze blowing through flowers... The meaning is profound, we are far inferior to Old Zhou."
"I love this line the most: 'Reuniting again and again in the cycle of time, like the eternity of the soul.' Wow, so profound!"
"Like a poem in a dream, like sunlight shining on the earth, this poem 'When I Meet You' is truly wonderful!"
...
"Hahaha, Old Zhou's move is truly extraordinary. That kid named Xu Lu definitely won't win."
"What are you waiting for? Quickly post a Weibo in the name of our Modern Poetry Society and directly @ that kid named Xu Lu."
"That's right! It would be disrespectful to Elder Zhou to wait even a little longer. I wonder how many people are laughing at our modern poetry gathering right now."
"Then let's publish it. It's a pity that Old Zhou's original work isn't here, otherwise we could have framed it; it would be priceless..."
...
With the help of these people from the Modern Poetry Society, Zhou Wenhao's poem "I Meet You" was quickly published.
It was also done via Weibo updates.
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