"This young man has a way with lyrics too. In just a few lines, I can already feel that this is going to be an extraordinary piece!"
"Indeed, though it's only a few lines, it has already set the tone for the entire work."
"Tsk tsk tsk, I really don't know why this young man's talent is so immense, even comparable to some well-known poets of today!"
"More than comparable, the ancient poems he just wrote have already surpassed them. To be able to compose works of this caliber at such a young age, his future is boundless!"
At this moment, many of the eliminated contestants looked at Wang Shu on the stage and couldn't help but praise him.
In their eyes, Wang Shu's creative standard had clearly outshone all the poets present, and even the judges.
Bai Fu, too, couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of anticipation for the few lines of lyrics Wang Shu had just recited. This young man in a baseball cap and mask had already given him so much to look forward to today.
"I wish to ride the wind and return home, yet I fear the crystal towers and jade palaces, where the heights are too cold. Dancing with my shadow, how can it be like being in the mortal world."
Wang Shu continued to recite the first part of the poem.
The long-haired man, who had been so confident moments ago, suddenly felt a pang of doubt after hearing Wang Shu's opening lines.
He had originally thought his lyrics would surely outshine this young man's, but he had not expected the young man's skill to be so high, producing a masterpiece right from the start.
"The first place winner for today has already emerged."
The old man in the Tang suit said with a confident air, leaning back in his chair.
"I have never seen such a brilliant and exquisite piece of writing in my life!"
Bai Fu exclaimed after listening to the first part of the poem.
He was never stingy with his praise for such brilliant works.
And this was just his reaction after hearing the first part; he was now desperately eager to see the second part of the poem.
"I didn't expect Wang Shu to be hiding his talents so deeply!"
Zhang Bichen, standing among the crowd, murmured in admiration as he watched Wang Shu speak eloquently on the stage.
From the poems that had stunned the audience to this lyric that had already captivated everyone with just its first part, what else was stored in this young man's mind?
"Wang Shu is just too amazing, I'm a total fan girl now!"
Deng Xiaoqi said excitedly. In her eyes, Wang Shu had become a talented and elegant young gentleman.
"Through the vermilion pavilion, low to the silken window, it illuminates the sleepless. There should be no resentment, why does it always become full when lovers are apart? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions; the moon waxes and wanes, it is cloudy and clear, this has always been imperfect. May we all live long and share the moon's beauty across a thousand miles."
Wang Shu then recited the second part of the poem, word by word.
"May we all live long and share the moon's beauty across a thousand miles! That line is written so beautifully!"
"Has the God of Literature descended? How can such a masterpiece exist in this world!"
"Truly, a young hero emerges! This lyric can only be called a stroke of genius!"
When Wang Shu finished reciting the entire "Shui Diao Ge Tou."
Everyone in the audience looked at him with expressions of reverence, as if he were an immortal descending to earth.
"The first place winner of today's poetry gathering has emerged, and I believe this is also the first place in the hearts of everyone present. He is this young and mysterious teacher."
The host then directly announced.
"Sir, may I ask who your teacher is?"
Bai Fu stood up and asked Wang Shu.
He was very curious to know which master this young man was a disciple of, as he felt that someone who could write poetry that he himself could not hope to match at such a young age must have been taught by a renowned master.
"This junior has no teacher!"
Wang Shu replied, wondering why the old man would ask such an odd question.
"No teacher? Hiss!"
When Bai Fu heard Wang Shu say he had no teacher, he was even more shocked.
No teacher meant he was self-taught.
Although the young man before him was wearing a hat and a mask, he could vaguely tell that he was no older than twenty.
To be able to write such popular and stunning poems through self-study at the age of twenty, it was truly astonishing.
"I would also like to ask, would you be willing to join our Xiangnan Poetry Association?"
Bai Fu, setting aside his status as the president of the Xiangnan Poetry Association, asked Wang Shu with great anticipation.
He desperately hoped Wang Shu would join the Xiangnan Poetry Association, so that their association could regain some standing in the national poetry circles.
Otherwise, they had no confidence to speak up during annual meetings!
"I appreciate your kind offer, but I prefer freedom!"
Wang Shu was not interested in these associations. After all, not joining wouldn't stop him from writing poetry.
Besides, he didn't much like mingling with those traditional literati. Besides mutual flattery, these people had no other serious matters to attend to.
He preferred hanging out with those online writers, where they would spend their days getting foot massages or eating and drinking, living a life of utter leisure.
Thinking of this, he began to miss his past life. Although he was down and out then, he had a few close friends to hang out with.
Every month, as soon as he received his manuscript fees, he would head straight to the foot spa and request his favorite technician, number 66.
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"What a pity, but the doors of our Xiangnan Poetry Association are always open for you, sir! If, one day, you change your mind, I will surely await your esteemed presence!"
Bai Fu said to Wang Shu with great sincerity.
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"I never expected you to be so skilled at writing poetry, not just songs!"
After leaving the poetry gathering and boarding the cable car up the mountain, Zhang Bichen said to Wang Shu with admiration.
"Actually, there's something I'm even better at, but you just don't know it."
Wang Shu said mysteriously to Zhang Bichen, his tone full of playful amusement.
"I would be very happy to learn from you at any time!"
Zhang Bichen, understanding the meaning of Wang Shu's seasoned words, shot back immediately.
"I'm eager to see as well!"
Deng Xiaoqi said to Wang Shu with curiosity.
"Alright, I'll show you when the opportunity arises!"
Wang Shu chuckled and said.
Then he looked down at the stack of banknotes in front of him, and his mood instantly brightened.
"Cash just feels more secure!"
Wang Shu sighed. Since he had transmigrated, he had spent nearly ten million yuan, yet his life had not changed one bit.
He was even living a more destitute life than in his previous life.
At least in his past life, he could occasionally go for a foot bath and massage at the spa.
In this life, he didn't even have the financial means for that.
The three of them chatted and laughed for the entire ride, and in a little over half an hour, the cable car reached the main peak of Tianmen Mountain.