Yi Tian is very unhappy today, but he is very happy, the reason for his unhappiness is that a student who has not come to class for a long time makes him embarrassed, and the reason for the happiness is because this student is really talented.

Looking at the "Spring River Flower Night Moon" in his hand, Yi Tian couldn't put it down, this poem was really well written, and Yi Tian wanted to recommend this poem to his friends.

As one of the top ancient writers in China, Yi Tian has his own circle, and the people in this circle are all people who love ancient poetry and literature.

Yi Tian sent this poem to friends in Tiannan and Haibei.

Soon the people replied.

"I'll go, you didn't write this poem, did you?" One person asked.

"I won't tell you yet, what do you think of this poem?" Yi Tian wanted to hear what others had to say.

"How? God's work, absolute God's work. ”

"This poem is so well written, who wrote it?" Everyone asked anxiously.

"It's one of my students." Yi Tian can finally say so, although this student has never come to class at all, but he can be regarded as his student of Yi Tian.

"Your student, that's not that big." Everyone is envious.

"Let him participate in the East Asian Poetry Competition." A figure that hadn't been seen for a long time appeared.

This group of people are all affiliated to the Chinese Poetry Association, and the association is also subdivided into several small groups, they are all ancient poetry, and the president of the Poetry Association is also a person who loves ancient poetry.

It's just that the president rarely shows up, and today it is estimated that he was suppressed by this poem, so he came out.

"East Asian Poetry Competition? Isn't that good? Too young. Yi Tian also knew about this poetry competition.

In order to promote the development of East Asian poetry, Huaxia, South Korea, Japan and North Korea got together to hold an East Asian poetry competition.

This poetry competition is divided into three competitions, modern poetry, ancient poetry and ancient poetry, according to the results of the three competitions to determine the final result.

And it is required that the participants in this competition must be young poets, not more than forty years old.

Chinese young people are still comfortable with modern poetry, but ancient poetry and ancient words are far behind, so every poetry competition is a complete defeat.

This time, the East Asian Poetry Competition was held in China, and the Poetry Association was also working hard to win the championship.

It's just that there are too few young people who can write ancient style poems, so after the president saw Jin Feng's poem again, he immediately launched an invitation.

"If you're not young, you don't want it, by the way, has the author of "Water Tune Song Head" arrived?" As a poetry lover, the president read the lyrics, and he felt that the lyrics of "Water Tune Song Head" were very well written and had ancient rhymes, so he asked Yi Tian to invite this person.

"Well, he wrote this poem as well." Yi Tian wiped the sweat from his forehead, he forgot about it.

"That's even better, let him come to the East Asian Poetry Contest next month." Again, the president commanded.

"Okay, I got it." Yi Tian nodded, he had already inquired, Jin Feng had not played in the recent past, and he would come to class.

But the next day, Yi Tian didn't see Jin Feng come to class, and he was very puzzled, and when he got out of class, Yi Tian asked Lin Xue, and Lin Xue didn't know where Jin Feng had gone.

Now Goldwind is in a warehouse, and it turns out that he was invited here today.

"Senior Mao." Jin Feng nodded at Mao Chuan.

Mao Chuan is not a sociable person, but he does have something to do today, so he asked Qin Yin to invite Jin Feng over.

"Jin Feng, we don't know each other very well, but I do have something to look for you today, to be precise, please help us." If Mao Chuan hadn't been cornered, he wouldn't have come to Jinfeng.

"Senior Mao, if there is anything, you just say, you're welcome." Jin Feng still likes Mao Chuan very much, the two don't communicate much, but they have crossed paths at the New Year's Day party, and Jin Feng thinks Mao Chuan is a good person.

"That's right, our pop plan participated in the Huaxia Good Band Competition, and now we have successfully reached the top 16, and if we want to enter the top eight, we must come up with a song work." Mao Chuan: They usually write songs, but they still mainly sing other people's songs.

The top 16 start the knockout round, each band draws a theme, gives a week to prepare, composes a song according to this theme, plays it on the spot, and the judges score it, and the eight teams with higher scores will enter the top eight and have a PK competition.

Now the popular plan is stuck in the top 16, Mao Chuan feels that his points are very back, why did he draw the most difficult one of the sixteen themes?

"Does it have to be original to your band?" Jin Feng asked suspiciously.

"No, as long as it's an original song." Mao Chuan shook his head.

"Then you can just find someone to write it." There is a big problem with this, some bands with backgrounds will directly ask someone to write songs.

"Yes, those who have a company are looking for people, we don't have a company, so we can only look for you." Jin Feng's creative ability is very strong, Mao Chuan knows it, and he can only find Jin Feng at present.

Write a song for Mao Chuan, of course Jin Feng will not refuse.

"We don't have any money, but don't worry, we only sing your songs in the competition, and we won't sing them after the competition."

With Yu Lu's "Water Tune Song Head" becoming popular in China, everyone also knows the author of Goldwind, so there are many people looking for Goldwind to write songs now, and the price will not be low.

"You can not give me money now, you can sing the songs, and when you make money in the future, you will share my part." Jin Feng doesn't look at 100,000 or 80,000 in his eyes, what he values more is sharing.

"Of course there's no problem with that." Mao Chuan can completely agree to Jin Feng.

"So what's the theme you drawn?" Jin Feng asked curiously, he wanted to know how these people were unlucky.

"Sixteen themes, one for each team, my luck is not very good, as soon as I came on stage, I drew the theme of chasing dreams." In fact, there are sixteen themes, which one is very easy, but this dream chasing is very difficult and difficult to conceive.

When Jin Feng heard this theme, he was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled, although the theme of chasing dreams is difficult, but he still has a way, just now he thought of a very good song, which is also very suitable for Mao Chuan and their rock bands to sing.

"How much longer?" Jin Feng inquired.

"There are still three or four days to go." Mao Chuan has been thinking about it for a long time, but he can't write good songs, so he will look for foreign aid.

"That's enough, I'll write the song down right away." Goldwind bought the memory capsule and ate it.