I am a winner with Chinese poetry

So such a strange scene appeared in the bustling city: a young man was carrying a simple table, with his backpack bulging with pens and ink. He put the table down at the door of the busiest Lent in the street, and then took out the pens, ink, paper and inkstone from his backpack one by one and spread them out.

People on the streets were quickly attracted and gathered around, pointing and talking at Gu Yunzhou.

"Look what this young man is doing?"

"Yes, he's carrying a table and pen and ink. Are you planning to write something at the entrance of Lent?"

"This young man is quite courageous, but he's a little ignorant. There's a seventh-rank scholar in charge during this Lent, so he's not afraid of being laughed at for writing about it!"

Gu Yunzhou concentrated on grinding ink and was not bothered by these discussions at all. For the people of Tianxing Continent, this behavior was very rare, but in the Blue Star in his previous life, similar street performances were already commonplace to the general public.

In the private room on the second floor of Lenten, two middle-aged men were talking in low voices, but the constant noise coming from outside still caught their attention.

One of the middle-aged men, who was a little older, frowned and pushed open the window. He saw Gu Yunzhou who was grinding ink with his head down.

"What's going on? Is this young man trying to make trouble at Brother Zhang's Lenten feast? He's truly a newborn calf who's not afraid of a tiger!"

The middle-aged man was surprised at first, then he smiled and shook his head. He didn't think that a young man who looked seventeen or eighteen years old could really write any beautiful articles or brilliant poems.

"Young people are bound to be ignorant of the immensity of the world. It doesn't matter. There's no explicit prohibition on writing on the streets. He can write poetry or articles at our Lenten entrance. As long as he doesn't get so discouraged afterwards that he can't recover from it, that's fine!"

The middle-aged man called Brother Zhang is the owner of this Lent Zhai. He is not from Liuyun Town, but from the Zhang family in the provincial capital. He came to Lent Zhai for some personal matters. To be more specific, he has many businesses like Lent Zhai, and he just happened to come here today.

"Haha, Brother Zhang is really broad-minded. I admire you!" Another middle-aged man stroked his beard and laughed. Then, without closing the window, he began to watch with relish from the window.

The same thing happened in the private rooms of several nearby shops. Everyone was curious and wanted to know where this young man got the confidence to write articles at the door of Lent.

"Brother Wei, look, it's that young man!" There were also people watching in the crowd. One of the young men looked at Gu Yunzhou in surprise, pulled the sleeve of the person next to him, and exclaimed in a low voice.

"It's him!" Wei Yu also recognized the young man. He was the young man they met outside the gate of the Gu family that day.

"Brother Wei, what do you think he is going to do? He is not really going to write here, is he?" Li Qingfeng was a rather lively person, and at this moment he was watching Gu Yunzhou's actions with curiosity.

"You'll know once you see it. To be able to do this in the busy streets and right at the entrance of Lent, he must have some real skills!"

Wei Yu was not in a hurry to leave. The two of them came from the neighboring Pei County for the famous pornographic poem, but they were still a step too late and the poem was taken away by a wealthy family in Pei County.

The two of them were originally dejected and preparing to go home, but when they passed by Liuyun Town, they found countless people gathered on the street. Out of curiosity, they came over to take a look, and the scene at the beginning happened.

Gu Yunzhou's mind was as clear as water at this moment. He put down the ink he had ground and took out the brush. When he was about to start writing, he thought about it and put the brush down, then bowed to the crowd around him who were watching the excitement.

"You are right. I have no choice but to borrow your precious land today because my mother is seriously injured and urgently needs a Snow Spirit Grass to save her life. That's why I have no choice but to do this!"

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment. Seeing that everyone around him had quieted down and was listening attentively, he continued, "I want to write a poem. If any friend likes it, I can use the Snow Spirit Grass in exchange!"

After saying this, he ignored the uproar of the crowd and picked up the pen and began to write on the paper with great vigor.

"Snow Spirit Grass? What is that? How come I've never heard of it?"

"Hiss, this young man is really arrogant. I have a relative who works for Liu Wenshi. I once heard him say that this Snow Spirit Grass is no ordinary thing. It can only grow in a place with a strong literary atmosphere. Moreover, a single plant is worth a thousand gold coins and is priceless!"

"This is completely out of the question. A mere teenager dares to covet the Snow Spirit Grass, and even uses such ridiculous exchange conditions. Does he really think he's the Poetry Demon Lin Shize? He wants to exchange his poetry for the Snow Spirit Grass!"

"What a pity for this young man. He is filial, but a little silly. What kind of poetry can even make a snow spirit grass? I think his mother is hopeless!"

Everyone around was talking about it, but no one was optimistic about Gu Yunzhou. They didn't think that a young man's poems could be exchanged for precious snow spirit grass.

"Look, he's started writing. Let me see what he's writing. 'One day the great roc soars with the wind, soaring up to ninety thousand miles!' 'That's so heroic!'"

Someone who was nearby saw Gu Yunzhou start writing, and immediately came over to read it aloud. The moment he spoke, he felt that the poem was exquisite and his eyes lit up.

"When the great roc soars with the wind, it soars up to ninety thousand miles! What a great poem! Just based on these two lines, as long as the rest of the poem is written correctly, it must be the work of Guanzhou. I never thought that such a talented person could be found in such a small town like Liuyun!"

At the same time, the crowds of people watching this scene in private rooms everywhere were silently chewing over these two lines of poetry in their hearts. The more they recited, the more frightened they felt.

Gu Yunzhou's comparison did not stop because of the crowd's commotion and sighs. He wrote the remaining verses one by one, "If the wind stops and I come down, I can still stir up the ocean water. People always see me in a different way, and they all sneer when they hear my big words. Xuanfu still fears the younger generation, and a real man should not look down on the young." He then wrote the inscription and signed it with the name of Hua Xia.

The moment the poem was completed, a fierce green light instantly enveloped the entire street. Then the paper slowly rose up, with green light surging in the middle and soft golden light on the edges. Countless people looked at this scene in a daze.

"This, this, this is the poem that will protect the country, it is a poem of Qingpin!"

"I'm so lucky to have witnessed the birth of a national poem. Oh my god, it's incredible!"

"I remember now. Look at the signature Huaxia. Isn't that the author of the poem I gave to the Master last time? It's actually this young man!"

As the green light rose, an eagle's cry resounded through the sky and spread its wings. The clear cry made countless people's hearts tremble. They suddenly had inspiration for articles that they had been unable to think of in the past. What's more, those who were on the verge of a breakthrough actually began to break through automatically on the spot.