Almighty Star System

Zhao Gang was very dissatisfied. He pondered for a long time before he wrote a modern poem with an ancient style.

As a result, Yan Ke immediately turned into a pure ancient style poem, which tortured him to the point of bruising!

He is known as the No. 1 youth literature in the Southern Qing Dynasty, how could he be compared by a migrant worker!
So Zhao Gang racked his brains, remembered a love poem he wrote before, and then read it out loud.

constantly miss you

that may not
forgotten things

No longer hesitate
it's just a

doomed marriage

it's here

I seem to be touched

The charm of writing poetry for you
looking forward to one day

can you remember me
that's your magic
here with courage
live for you
start step by step

just let me love you

search in the city
I have you all my life

After reading it, Zhao Gang looked smug. Indeed, this love poem of his is outstanding, and it also expresses his longing for his lover.

All the women looked at Zhao Gang like nympho, they are really talented and handsome, if this poem was written for them, they would immediately throw themselves into Zhao Gang's arms!
After all, a handsome and talented rich second generation can never be too bad...

"Old Qian, look at this poem..." Zhao Mingshan asked.

Although Qian Huashan was dissatisfied with Zhao Gang, he still recognized this modern poem.

Even at his age, he could write poems of this level at most.

"Hey, Xiao Yan can write ancient poems of that level, but modern poems, he..." Li Ke also sweated for Yan Ke.

"Good poem! Good poem! Zhao Gang, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

A nympho shouted loudly.

"Zhao Gang, write poems for me, and I will marry you!"

"Zhao Gang, Zhao Gang, I love you like a mouse loves rice!"

……

The nympho girl became nympho, and couldn't listen at all.

Zhao Gang smiled slightly, looked at Yan Ke coldly, and said, "Boy, you were lucky just now, and you happened to think of a farewell poem. But now it's a love poem, I wonder if you can write it!"

Yan Ke frowned. It seemed that more ammunition was needed to subdue Zhao Gang!
But what we have is prestige, burn it, modern poets!
So Yan Ke stepped forward and slowly began to recite.

It’s her eyes and lips that smile,

And the vortex of the lips.

Showy as dew,

Duo Duo hid in the flash of white teeth with a smile.

That's the laugh—the laugh of God, the smile of beauty;

The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.

Laughing is her sleepy sideburns,
Scattered next to her ears.

Soft as a shadow of a flower,

Tickle sweetness pours into your heart.

That’s laughter—the laughter of poetry, the laughter of painting;

The traces of clouds, the soft waves of waves.

After reading it, everyone was in a fog, and Zhao Gang despised it even more. Is this also called a love poem?

Among those present, only Qian Lao was very excited.

Because he was deeply moved by the song "Laugh"!
He also loved a girl once, and he also wrote poems to describe his girl, but compared with Yan Ke's poem, it is more than a star and a half behind!
"Old Qian?"

Seeing that Qian Huashan was a little excited, Zhao Mingshan asked in a low voice.

"Good poem! Good poem!" Qian Huashan suppressed the excitement in his heart, and then slowly said: "This poem does not directly describe the heart of love and admiration. It describes a woman's smile and describes her smile. To the extreme, to express the love for her! This poem, without the unforgettable love, cannot be written! Without the deep love, it cannot be written!"

After receiving Mr. Qian's comment, everyone suddenly realized.

It turns out that Yan Ke didn't write love directly, but expressed love through her smile.

This is the highest state of love!
When you love someone, you must not only love her body, but also everything about her, including her smile!
This time, Yan Ke only wrote a smile, but it is far better than Zhao Gang's yearning, admiration, expectation, and emotion.

"Fuck, high! It's really high! This Yan Ke's poetry attainment is more than one level higher than that of Zhao Gang!"

"Grandma, Zhao Gang's poem just now is too straightforward, how can this song "Laugh" be so subtle!"

"Yeah, reading Zhao Gang's poems is like drinking plain water. And reading Yan Ke's poems, I feel like sugar is added, and I want to listen to it!"

"Her smile! If I could write such a poem to her back then, she wouldn't be far away from me!"

……

Listening to everyone's exclamation, Yan Ke chuckled, this is the poem of Lin Huiyin, a talented woman, can it be bad?Dealing with Zhao Gang is a piece of cake!
Song Qi: "Damn it, is that kid still human? Zhao Gang has lost again!"

Wang Long's face was livid: "Yes, Lao Zhao's poem is already at his peak, and he still can't deal with Yan Ke. Is Lao Zhao also going to be slapped in the face?"

Zhang Song: "It's not about being slapped, it's already been slapped in the face! It's just a matter of whether it's swollen or not.

If Zhao Gang softens at this time, he can save some face.

But Zhao Gang just refused to admit defeat. He has been in Nanqing for so many years, and no one dares to oppose him!

But ever since I met Yan Ke, I was slapped in the face once!

For the first time at Yuanju Restaurant, he and Song Qi wanted to invite Han Xue to dinner, but Yan Ke slapped him in the face.

The second time she wanted to get close to He Yaqi in the crew, but she was still slapped in the face by Yan Ke.

Today, in front of the celebrities in Nanqing, is he going to be slapped in the face again!

Do not!
I, Zhao Gang, expressed dissatisfaction!
"Come again!"

Zhao Gang said angrily, and after thinking for a while, he found a poem he wrote before, called "The Way Home".

Dragging a tired body

on the way home

Remote suburbs without street lights

no trace of pedestrians
Only the sound of rain beating umbrellas
this is a familiar road

He has been with me for countless years
my footsteps

……

……

Soon, Zhao Gang finished reading a poem, his face flushed.

If Yan Ke can beat him even in writing family poems, then he really has nothing to do.

"Okay, this song "The Way Home" is really affectionate, as expected of Zhao Gang!"

"Yeah, Yan Ke should be fine now, my male god is handsome!"

"That's not necessarily true, he has created many miracles!"

Listening to this poem, Old Qian frowned. Although this poem is not very good, homesickness is not easy to write. Can Yan Ke make a comeback this time?

However, Yan Ke really wanted to laugh at the moment!
Homesick?

Our song "Nostalgia" by Yu Guangzhong must not shock the audience!

But this poem can only be written with some experience, especially the last two sentences, it’s a little bit of that, it’s better not to write it...

"Hey, it's rare to choose one by one!"

Yan Ke gritted his teeth and bought a "poetry bomb" directly!After using it, all the original poems in this world will be destroyed!

Instead, there are poems by people like Zhao Gang and Qian Lao.

Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Xu Zhimo, Wen Yiduo, their poems are gone!
Afterwards, Yan Ke gave a dry cough, then gave Zhao Gang a thumbs up, and praised: "Mr. Zhao, you really have a good literary talent and depth! I have another simple poem here. I hope Mr. Zhao will not laugh at you."

Then, Yan Ke said step by step:

The song of my hometown is a Qingyuan flute, which always sounds on a moonlit night.

The appearance of the hometown is a kind of vague melancholy, as if waving goodbye in the fog.

After parting, nostalgia is a tree without annual rings, it will never grow old!