The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

"Modern poetry should go to the garbage dump of history honestly. Tang poetry and Song Ci are the real poetry."

……

Among the carnival crowd, except for Yun Yongan who accepted the system task, only Zhou Nianqiao frowned and looked sad.

"You can't do this, you can't do this, modern poetry is also a kind of poetry."

The male student with thinning hair walked up to Zhou Nianqiao and raised his head proudly: "Student, I solemnly tell you that modern poetry is never poetry! Guy, just put gold on your head."

Zhou Nianqiao tried to refute, but she has been studying and studying at home, and she is not good at socializing, let alone being slapped in the face directly.

Seeing that Zhou Nianqiao was getting more and more anxious, and when he was about to cry, Yun Yongan fell from the sky again and stood in front of Zhou Nianqiao.

"This classmate," Yun Yongan cast a disdainful glance at him, "you're already in college, why are you still acting like a kid? If you want to attract a girl's idea, just make trouble and suppress it. Human braids, what's the difference."

After Yun Yong'an directly pointed out the thoughts of the boy with thinning hair, the emotions of the people around him changed instantly.

Afterwards, Yun Yongan passed him, walked to the whiteboard, wiped off the handwriting on it, and rewrote a poem.

"Choice"

If I come to this world once

just to be with you once

Just for the moment in billions of light years
All the sweetness and sorrow in a moment

then let it happen

Appear in an instant

I bow my head in thanks to all the planets for their help
let me meet you
parting with you
finished a poem made by god
Then grow old slowly.

At the end of the poem, Yun Yongan wrote a gift.

Give this modern poem to Zhou Nianqiao.

Success has left a deeper shadow in the girl's heart.

The onlookers were deeply shocked when they saw this poem.

Yun Yongan walked to Zhou Nianqiao's side, took her hand, walked through the crowd and temporarily left the Poetry Club, and came to a secluded corner in the nearby garden.

"Qiaoer, what are you doing here? What does the other palace assigned to you by His Majesty the Emperor look like? It is sponsored by the royal family, and every country participates in the poetry competition. Do you want to participate?"

Yun Yongan was like a cannonball, and asked Zhou Nianqiao a bunch of questions, leaving her no time to dispel the influence of the poem just now, allowing that feeling to be deeply buried in her heart.

"I, I came to look for Grandpa Gu. I just passed by here. I heard them talking about whether modern poetry is poetry or not. I couldn't help walking in. The other palace is very big, but it is also very empty. There are no modern appliances in it. It is very troublesome and difficult to clean. cold!"

"I want to participate in the poetry competition. I came to find Grandpa Gu this time to sign up for the competition. I heard that this competition requires someone to recommend you to participate. There are only a few places in each city."

After answering all Yun Yongan's questions one by one, Zhou Nianqiao finally asked the question he wanted to ask: "What's the meaning of that poem you just said?"

"That's the literal meaning?" Seeing the new task with almost no change in progress, Yun Yong'an was very upset, with a cynical look on his face, "Qiao'er, you won't think that I have many confidantes just because I have many confidante? He must be a scumbag."

Zhou Nianqiao didn't dare to meet Yun Yongan's bright eyes, and quickly lowered his head in denial: "No, no, Zhou Yongan, you are so outstanding, you will definitely attract many people."

"I call you Qiaoer, but it's too natural for you to call me Zhou Yongan." Yun Yongan was very dissatisfied, and reached out to pick off the maple leaf that had just fallen on Zhou Nianqiao's head, "From now on, you can just call me Brother Yongan."

Zhou Nianqiao didn't refute, she lowered her head and called out in a mosquito-snorting voice: "Brother Yong'an."

"That's right, that's it," Yun Yongan smiled with satisfaction, "It's uncomfortable to live in the other palace, you go to the hotel first, and after the poetry competition is over and I win the championship, I will go back to Zhou's mansion with you to live in."

This sentence was close to a confession, after Zhou Nianqiao nodded in agreement, she used the excuse that Grandpa Zhou was going to get off work, lifted her skirt, and quickly slipped away against the wall.

Looking at her bunny-like back, Yun Yongan didn't continue to chase after her. Instead, he opened the task interface and began to think about how to justify the name of modern poetry.

Modern poetry is free in form, rich in meaning, image management is more important than rhetorical use, completely breaking through the characteristics of ancient poetry "gentle and honest, sad but not complaining", and more emphasis on free, open and straightforward statements and "between the sensible and the unsensible" communication.

This is his advantage, but also his biggest disadvantage.

Ancient poems have five rhythms and seven rhythms, and ancient words also have a limited format of Cipai names.

Because modern poetry has no format restrictions, it has become too chaotic. After losing the standard, those crude and sensational poems have come into people's field of vision more and more.

After comprehensive consideration, Yun Yongan came up with a solution.

He decided to first specify a rule for a part of modern poetry, so that people can understand that modern poetry is not a chant without a disease, let alone a sentence can be turned into poetry.

Just do what you want, Yun Yongan approached Dean Gu and asked him to contact the Emperor Capital Writers Association. After a quick negotiation between the two parties, a three-line short poem contest was held for the participation of all the people.

There is no registration requirement for this competition, anyone with a Microwave account can participate.

There are not many restrictions on the content of the poems.

It is only required that the author express it in the form of poems arranged in three sentences within 60 characters.

The entire competition system adopts the dual rules of shortlisting and points.

Without an account, multiple works can be posted, but only works with more than [-] likes will be considered shortlisted and will be put on the main website for competition.

At the time of the final statistics, the one with the most likes will get [-] points, and the following works will be reduced in turn, ending at [-].

The one with the most points will be the champion of the three-line poetry competition and the honorary certificate provided by the Writers Association.

In this competition, no one has any physical prizes, but this honor is enough for everyone to go crazy.

Especially for this special competition system, even if you can't write at the top level, but you can perform stably and write more excellent works, you still have a chance to win the final championship.

For this reason, netizens all fell into a frenzy.

A large number of works swarmed out, filling every inch of social space.

Someone wrote while eating:
The quality of food in the cafeteria is extremely poor.
my stomach is rumbling
It hurts to eat, it hurts not to eat
In class someone wrote:
The teacher is on it, the chalk is brushed,

I'm down there with an empty head.

Learned to be lonely.

There are funny ones, but there are also serious ones.

Among them, love poems are the highest.

For example, Yun Yongan posted this song with his vest.