Everyone praised him one after another.
And what about Du Wei?
He stood there blankly, muttering this poem by Ye Qingyun.
No one dared to disturb him.
Except Yi Tianxing.
"How's it going, Lao Du? This poem simply compares to the poem you just made, doesn't it?"
Yi Tianxing smiled.
Du Wei smiled bitterly.
He is not a narrow-minded person.
Admitting failure is nothing shameful for Du Wei.
In fact, it was even more enjoyable for him to be able to appreciate such wonderful poems.
"My poetry is nothing compared to this."
Du Wei said very directly.
This shocked everyone's jaws.
The great poet of the Tang Dynasty said that his poetry was inferior to shit.
If this spreads out, the entire Tang Dynasty will probably be in a state of excitement.
Ye Qingyun quickly handed over his hand and said, "I accept it."
Du Wei looked at Ye Qingyun with even more admiration.
"Mr. Ye, Mr. Du would like to know if you have a sudden inspiration when you compose poems? Or do you have any secrets for composing poems?"
Ye Qingyun shook his head.
"It was just a sudden inspiration."
Du Wei looked at Ye Qingyun with envy.
"When I was young, like Mr. Ye, I always had brilliant ideas.
It suddenly appears, and then a poem is written."
"But then, my flashes of inspiration became less and less frequent."
"Nowadays, such a situation almost never happens."
Du Wei told his secret.
This is also the reason why he became a poet saint of the Tang Dynasty.
Being able to become a poet respected by thousands of people depends on talent.
After becoming a poet, Du Wei relied on accumulation to maintain his reputation as a poet.
A good poem is definitely not the product of hard thinking.
Instead, relying on a little God-given inspiration, he blurted out the words and everything came naturally.
This is the best poetry.
Du Wei envied Ye Qingyun for having such a sudden flash of inspiration.
"Lao Du, we are all old."
Yi Tianxing patted Du Wei on the shoulder and said with emotion.
The two of them could not beat Ye Qingyun at chess.
No one can compare to Ye Qingyun in poetry writing.
They are truly brothers in distress.
At this moment, I felt a resonance.
Zhuge Yuanxin on the side also looked at Ye Qingyun with deep meaning in his eyes.
She never said anything.
Because she doesn't like to talk.
Zhuge Yuanxin prefers to use the sound of the piano to express everything in his heart.
It's just not her business whether she can understand it or not.
Those who understand will naturally understand.
She doesn't bother to pay attention to people who don't understand.
"This person does look a bit like my master."
Zhuge Yuanxin said secretly.
"Master Ye, your talent is superior to mine, and I, Du Wei, am convinced."
Du Wei said sincerely.
"I promise you that I can do something for you. As long as it is not harmful to the world, I, Du Wei, will do it for you even if I go through the mountains of swords and the sea of ​​fire!"
Ye Qingyun was a little embarrassed, "Senior Du, you don't have to be like this."
Yi Tianxing laughed from the side and said, "Master Ye, Lao Du is this kind of person. As long as it is something he believes in, he will not change it."
Chapter completed!