The homepage of   Time Space Forum just put a hot post on the top, and Han Mo clicked on it.

   is a modern poetry competition. The moderator has already counted the poems that participated in the contest and placed it on the top of the post. The registration deadline for the contest is one hour away. At this moment, netizens are commenting on the poems in the contest.

  Han Mo glanced at the rules. The fact is that there are no rules at all. The title of the poem is self-made, and the content is unlimited. After the registration deadline, online netizens can vote for the contest according to their preferences.

  Han Mo is not willing to watch some entertainment gossip, but likes to visit the forum, just come in with the mentality of watching the excitement and be a melon-eater.

He clicked on the entries in the competition, some about love and some about life. In fact, most poets are sentimental and perfectionists, so they always hold negative emotions about things around them, complaining about injustice, and complaining about their unsatisfactory talents. There are many people, and the poetry of this world has become a means of venting, and the content is very negative.

  Netizens evaluate the poems and express their opinions.

   "Hey, life is so boring. I don't know why I go to work and get off work every day."

   "Yes, the girl is too realistic, and the target can't be found."

   "Close your eyes every night to reenact the misfortune of the day. Happy people are similar, and unfortunate people have their own misfortunes." Then he sighed.

Han Mo couldn't help but frowned and read all the poems in the competition. No one was positive and he was talking about how unfortunate he was. Although Han Mo agreed that poetry is a tool for poets to express their emotions, they should not be too pessimistic. Got it.

  Suddenly he thought of a poem in the original world. He still remembered that when he read this poem for the first time, there seemed to be a happy and beautiful scene described by the poet. He could feel the poet’s kindness from the poem. The poet sent blessings to everyone, lover, friend, Even if it is a stranger, the poet's positive and high-spirited emotion is reflected between the lines.

  Han Mo registered an account under the name "Royal Horse Knight" and clicked on the registration page. There are still twenty minutes before the deadline for registration. Han Mo quickly typed out the poem in his heart.

  After finishing all the writing, he checked it again and clicked to send. The time was just right. Before the deadline, Han Mo's entry was presented to everyone.

   "What, someone has signed up again."

   "It's good to dare, this is a bit stuck in registration."

  Everyone has read the previous poems, and the netizens are ready to vote. Suddenly Han Mo’s poem popped out and hit the top of the web page.

  "From tomorrow on, be a happy person.

  Feed horses, chop firewood, travel around the world.

  From tomorrow, I will care about food and vegetables.

  I have a house, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming.

  From tomorrow, we will communicate with every family member.

  Tell them my happiness.

  The happy lightning told me.

  I will tell everyone.

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