"I know that writing poetry is easy for you, so this poetry also has special requirements!"

Han Yuanyun continued: "This poem should be special and novel, and emotionally sincere, with a sense of innocence... If you write well, your two beautiful wives will come out..."

"If you don't do it well, it won't be certain."

After her words fell, Wang Kang fell into deep thought.

He was really thinking, not to pass this third level, but to write two good poems at this moment...

Because this poem contains a special meaning.

Wang Kang stood still, but it caused others' doubts. He showed extremely strong performance in the first two levels.

Basically, I didn't think about it, but why did I start to be silent when I got here.

In theory, compared to those strange couplets and homophones, writing poetry should be the easiest...

"I'm afraid Young Master Kang is planning, maybe he wants to make something amazing!"

"You're exaggerating,"

"Hmph, did you think Young Master Kang could match those strange couplets? You can't infer it based on common sense."

"There is finally over, Wang Kang is no longer able to do it!" Su Cheng said gloomyly.

"Yes, seeing his pause at this moment is enough to tell everything!" Several people said gritting their teeth.

Wang Kang's repeated performances were a slap in the face, especially Su Yu, who was even more disgraceful...

Even their faces were dull, so they wished Wang Kang could make a fool of himself!

At this moment, Wang Kang stood at the table, spread the paper flat, held the pen and dipped it ink, and started writing!

While writing, he was still chanting softly.

When you get old, your hair turns white, and your sleepy and drowsy,

Take a nap by the fire, please take this poem,

Wang Kang read a few sentences, which made everyone stunned. This didn't seem like a poem.

"Is this writing an article? It seems to be quite artistic,"

"I don't know, keep listening."

Read slowly and recall the softness of your past eyes.

Recalling their heavy shadows in the past;

Wang Kang recited a few sentences again, and the expression in people's eyes was even more puzzled.

Now it is certain that this is a poetic style that I have never seen before, vaguely, but not like it.

"Haha, this is also called poetry, it's simply nonsense," Su Cheng laughed.

How many people love you the joyful time of youth,

Love your beauty, false or sincere,

Only one loves your pilgrim's soul,

Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;

Wang Kang ignored the troubles next to him and read a few more words in a row, which made everyone stunned. A feeling of being indecipherable and unexplained came to his heart!

Four sentences in succession, and in an instant, the emotions were sublimated!

Drooping his head, beside the red stove,

Sadly telling the disappearance of love,

It slowly paced on the mountain above its head,

Hiding a face among a bunch of stars.

At this point, the whole poem was over, but people were already dull, as if they were immersed in the scenes depicted in the poem.

These words are very straightforward, but also very obscure, and the feelings expressed are also very sincere.

When you are old...

This itself is an extremely good entry point, simple and warm. After a few words, this kind of picture appears in people's eyes.

In winter with snowflakes,

Two old men with white hair and wrinkles on their faces snuggled in front of the fireplace...

The picture feels quite strong.

But the only thing that makes people unconscious is that this does not seem to be poetry, because there has never been such a poetic style.

Moreover, the words are written too straightforward and love is written out directly.
Chapter completed!