Needless to say, because of the joining of this group of people, the entire poetry platform became their world, chanting poems and praising each other.

I've been scolded on Weibo.

[What the hell is this? Fortunately, poetry is so good, what a bullshit!]

【It's so wet, it's really so wet, so wet I can't bear to look at it.】

[There is no such way to blow the commercial mutual blow! It's blowing to the Milky Way!]

[I actually had the nerve to criticize Y's poem before, but now, Y is simply a talented man!]

[On the upper floor, it's wrong for you to say that. Y is a talented man!]

[No, who can ask y to come out of the mountain? Write a few more poems to wash my eyes. Our Chinese literature has been ruined by this group of people.]

...

There are constant complaints, no wonder they make a fuss on Ye Lingchen’s Weibo.

However, the more scolding you are on the Internet, the more excited the group of people are. They have never been so popular. They are followed by so many people, and it is difficult not to be excited.

This is myself promoting Chinese culture, this is myself bringing Chinese poetry into everyone's vision!

For a moment, they felt that they were extremely sacred and the burden on their shoulders was heavy.

At this moment, Huang Lihua, the vice chairman of the Writers Association who had scolded "Zhu Xian" online, stood up again.

He looked at the curses on the Internet and felt a little displeased. At the same time, he saw many people actually lifting Y out of their way and saying that the poems he made were not as good as Y, which made him even more unbearable.

What are my own people? I have been immersed in traditional literature for decades and have been the inheritor of Chinese culture. Will they be compared by a writer on the Internet?

He couldn't help but post on Weibo:

"Recently, Weibo has been very lively, with people writing poems everywhere, and everyone has a lot of voices. This represents the rise of traditional Chinese culture. This is inseparable from the efforts of traditional literary scholars. It is a recognition of us. I am very pleased! However, I have also heard other voices. Here, I must talk about it."

"First, I admit that some of our Writers Association's poems cannot be considered good works, but everyone starts with beginners. They dare to present their works to everyone. This is courage! Second, are there many good works among us? For example, the moon written by the chairman of the xx Writers Association, how bright the moon is! The wind written by the vice chairman of the xx Writers Association, how soft the snow is! The snow written by the director of the xx Writers Association, how white it is! These are all classic good works! Compared with the poems written by y, it is even better!"

He wrote aloud, smiled proudly, and uploaded it to Weibo.

Sure enough, once uploaded, the number of clicks increased sharply.

[Damn it! So shameless! The rise of traditional culture has something to do with them?]

[To reason, it is because Y wrote a poem and the matter was getting bigger, so this activity was happening, right?]

[Damn it! No, I was fed by this guy. Go and ask Y to save me...]

...

At the same time, several other major writers' associations also began to respond.

"Chairman Huang is polite. The poems you write are classics. How beautiful are the flowers you describe!"

"Chairman Huang's words are deeply attracted by my heart, and what he said is extremely true!"

"Chairman Huang's words are summarized very well, but I need to add something more." At this moment, the vice chairman of the Writers Association also stood up and added: "Many people actually asked him to come out to write poetry on @y. I felt very funny when I saw this. This group of people obviously don't understand poetry!"

"Writing poetry requires not only talent, but also inspiration. The so-called blessings can bring you the soul to the soul. Which of our poems is not written after repeated trial and error, just in the environment in which we are in? This group of people @y, let him come out, did you come out? No! Could it be that he wanted to write poetry on the spot based on his imagination? With his talent, sorry, it is impossible to do it!"

"Chairman Shi is right, it's reasonable!"

"Hahaha, that's right. Look at it recently, Y doesn't dare to come out. I hope he writes poetry? Wait!"

"It's worthy of being the chairman, so it's so easy to write poetry? He can write poetry, and I swallow three pounds of feces!"

A group of members of the Writers Association shouted below.

【No, I escape, I escape, this group of people are so capable of pretending.】

[At least I think the poems made by y are a hundred times better than theirs, so shameless!]

[The people who are eliminated don’t have to be eliminated like this. They are awesome and brag so much that they are selfless.]

However, many people have also been shaken. After all, the Writers Association represents authority and is more convincing.

[Don’t argue, everyone in the Writers Association’s words are not unreasonable, how can you write poems casually?]

[I think the poems written by these chairmen are indeed quite accurate and read very well.]

[Most of Y's brainless fans cannot recognize reality and live in dreams.]

"Haha, many people seem to not believe it. It's better for you to call y out. I don't ask him to write a poem on the spot. If he can write a poem that the public likes within three days, I will be convinced!" Chairman Shi became more and more proud of himself. "I bet he will definitely not dare to come out!"

Ye Lingchen was just watching it for fun, but he didn't want to participate. He just didn't expect that the war would inexplicably provoke him.

Ye Lingchen didn't have much fluctuation in his heart, but instead felt a burst of excitement.

These people deliberately gave him popularity!

It was originally a matter of not much, but they slammed the top spot in the hot search list and helped themselves.

Damn it!

What a fucking good person!

I dare not come out? Will this god dare not come out?

Since you insist on me writing poetry, I can only refuse it.

Ye Lingchen spoke directly on Weibo without saying a word, "Is it difficult to write poetry on the spot?"

The very simple seven words made Weibo explode instantly.

【Damn!y actually responded on the spot!?】

[Awesome, awesome! It feels like another bloody storm!]

【Listen to this tone, do you want to write a poem on the spot?】

【y, you are too impulsive, the other party is obviously urging you, just to make you embarrassed,】

[y, let’s not pay attention to them, why do you have to write poetry on the spot? We also need time!]

At the same time, Wan Yun, a professor at Beijing University, was also paying attention to this matter. When he saw Y's speech, he couldn't help but frown slightly. He was too impulsive! Writing poetry on the spot is like the seven-step poem in ancient times. It is something worthy of amazement for the ancients. How can modern people do it?

Ye Lingchen ignored the boiling crowd, but closed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and typed it on the computer:

"The first song is about the wind."

"The Qingyu Case·Yuanxi"

The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night. It blows down, and the stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMW carries is everywhere. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance overnight.

The moths and the willows are golden in their golden wisps. The smiles are filled with fragrance. They look for him in the crowd for thousands of times. When they look back, the man is in the dim light."
Chapter completed!