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This video quickly rose to the top of Douyin's trending topics after it was released.

In the comments section, everyone was expressing the same emotion—shock.

"Has Mount Tai inscribed the poem 'Looking at Mount Tai' on the Jade Emperor Peak? Will everyone who visits Mount Tai be able to see it in the future?"

"This poem was only written a few days ago and it's already engraved on Mount Tai? What kind of efficiency is that?"

"The normal process should be: write a poem → it will be passed down through generations → it will be considered a classic decades later → it will be engraved on a stele. Chen Mo's process is: write a poem → it will be engraved on a stele. He skipped the middle step."

"Because it doesn't need to be passed down. His poems were classics from the moment they were written. Mount Tai simply did what people would have done hundreds of years later."

"Did you notice? The Taishan Scenic Area says, 'Taishan has been waiting for this poem for over a thousand years.'"

"Until Chen Mo came, he wrote a poem called 'Looking at Mount Tai'."

"When you go to Mount Tai in the future, there will be a new stele on the Jade Emperor Peak, inscribed with Chen Mo's poem 'Looking at Mount Tai.' You will stand in front of that stele and recite, 'I will climb to the summit and look down on all the mountains below.'"

"You'll think of Chen Mo, and how he came to Mount Tai when he was eighteen, wrote a poem, and Mount Tai kept him there. That's the power of poetry."

Did Chen Mo see this video? Does he think he's dreaming?

Chen Mo was not dreaming.

He was lying on the bed in the guesthouse when Su Wanci, holding up her phone, leaned over him and showed him the video.

"Chen Mo, look! Mount Tai is going to carve your poem 'Looking at Mount Tai' on the Jade Emperor Peak! How do you feel about that?!"

Su Wanci's voice was as excited as if she had won the lottery. Chen Mo stared at his phone screen, his expression calm, as if the video had nothing to do with him.

"Yes, I saw it."

"You just 'hmm'? 'Saw it'? Chen Mo! Your poem is going to be engraved on Mount Tai! Engraved on stone! Placed on the Jade Emperor Peak! Everyone who goes to Mount Tai will be able to see it! Do you know what this means? It means your name, your poem, will be tied to Mount Tai! People a thousand years from now will still be able to see your poem when they go to Mount Tai! Can't you get excited?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"I'm excited. But my poems have already been engraved on the internet, in textbooks, and on the phones of hundreds of millions of people. Whether it's engraved on stone or on a phone, it's still engraving. Stone can last for a thousand years, while phone can last until the next time you get a new phone."

Su Wanci was so angry that she simply pulled his pillow away.

Chen Mo didn't have a pillow, so his head landed on the mattress and bounced. He looked at the ceiling and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

When Su Wanci saw the curve of the approaching object, she suddenly stopped being angry.

She threw the pillow back at him.

"Chen Mo, why do you think Mount Tai did this? So many poets have written about Mount Tai throughout history, why is yours the one on top?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"have no idea."

Su Wanci paused for a moment, then smiled.

Are you comparing yourself to people from ancient times?

"no."

Su Wanci stared at him for several seconds.

She suddenly realized that when Chen Mo said those words, he wasn't comparing or showing off, but simply stating a fact.

He saw what the ancients did not see.

He wrote down what the ancients had not.

It's not that he was better than the ancients, it's that he was born in the wrong era.

In the ancient times, there were no cable cars, no stone steps, and no flashlights, so he couldn't climb up.

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Chen Mo's era has everything.

He saw the scenery that the ancients wanted to see, and then spoke it aloud for them.

It's not "I'm better than the ancients," it's "I took a look for the ancients."

The day after the video of Mount Tai was posted, Su Wanci saw more follow-up reports.

A reporter went to the Jade Emperor Peak of Mount Tai for an interview and saw the stele, which had already been carved and placed at the highest point of the Jade Emperor Peak.

The stele is made of bluestone, with golden characters carved on its dark gray surface. When the sunlight shines on it, the characters gleam.

The lower right corner of the stele is inscribed with two lines of small characters: "Chen Mo, eighteen years old, wrote this while climbing Mount Tai."

Su Wanci sent a screenshot of the news to Chen Mo with a caption.

"Chen Mo, did you see that? Your name is engraved on Mount Tai. You are now 'a part of Mount Tai'."

Chen Mo replied with a single word—"Oh."

Su Wanci was so angry that she threw her phone on the bed, picked it up, threw it again, picked it up again, and finally sent him a message.

"Can you not be so calm?"

Chen Mo replied, "I'm quite calm."

Su Wanci sent a long string of exclamation marks, then said, "When you go to Mount Tai in the future, you must go to the Jade Emperor Peak to see that stele. Stand in front of the stele and take a picture with it."

Chen Mo asked, "Why?"

Su Wanci said, "Because that's your poem. It's only complete if you stand in front of it and take a picture."

Chen Mo thought for a moment and replied with two words: "Okay."

Su Wanci smiled as she looked at those two words. She remembered him telling her "It depends on my mood" by West Lake, and "It's what I said" on Mount Tai.

I told her on the bed in the guesthouse, "Carving on a stone and carving on a phone are both carving."

He's always so nonchalant, always so nonchalant, always just saying "um," "oh," or "okay."

But this very person, who only says "um," "oh," and "okay," wrote poetry on Mount Tai.

His nonchalance is his greatest source of confidence.

The online viewership of "Pipa Xing" broke records; "Looking at Mount Tai" was engraved on the Jade Emperor Peak of Mount Tai; a professor from the Chinese Department of Peking University praised "On the Love of Lotus"; the chairman of the Writers Association personally invited him to join the association; and the vice president of the Mathematical Sciences Association was rejected.

As she flipped through the pages, she suddenly realized that some people in this world live as if they were trapped in a giant web.

This website is called "News", "Trending Searches", and "Network-wide Discussions".

Their every move is recorded, disseminated, and commented on.

The wealthy, celebrities, internet influencers, and sports champions are all in this network.

But Chen Mo is different; he's not in this net, he's online.

He doesn't read the news, doesn't follow trending topics, and doesn't care what the internet is discussing.

He was simply writing, singing, proving, and moving.

While others had his name engraved on Mount Tai, he lay on his bed in a guesthouse reading a book.

While others were crying and begging in the comments section, "Chen Mo, when are you going to write again?", he was thinking about what to have for breakfast tomorrow. This guy lives such a damn carefree life.

Su Wanci put down her phone, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow.

She recalled a comment she'd seen that morning: "Mount Tai has been waiting for this poem for over a thousand years."

She thought that if she were a poet, she could write poems like that too.

But she wasn't like that. She was Su Wanci. All she could say was "beautiful" and "so beautiful." She didn't make Mount Tai wait for her for a thousand years; she only made Chen Mo wait for her for a lifetime.

Su Wanci went through all the news about Chen Mo from the past few days.

The online viewership of "Pipa Xing" broke records; "Looking at Mount Tai" was engraved on the Jade Emperor Peak of Mount Tai; a professor from the Chinese Department of Peking University praised "On the Love of Lotus"; the chairman of the Writers Association personally invited him to join the association; and the vice president of the Mathematical Sciences Association was rejected.

As she flipped through the pages, she suddenly realized that some people in this world live as if they were trapped in a giant web.

This website is called "News", "Trending Searches", and "Network-wide Discussions".

Their every move is recorded, disseminated, and commented on.

The wealthy, celebrities, internet influencers, and sports champions are all in this network.

But Chen Mo is different; he's not in this net, he's online.

He doesn't read the news, doesn't follow trending topics, and doesn't care what the internet is discussing.

He was simply writing, singing, proving, and moving.

While others had his name engraved on Mount Tai, he lay on his bed in a guesthouse reading a book.

While others were crying and begging in the comments section, "Chen Mo, when are you going to write again?", he was thinking about what to have for breakfast tomorrow. This guy lives such a damn carefree life.

Su Wanci put down her phone, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow.

She recalled a comment she'd seen that morning: "Mount Tai has been waiting for this poem for over a thousand years."

She thought that if she were a poet, she could write poems like that too.

But she wasn't like that. She was Su Wanci. All she could say was "beautiful" and "so beautiful." She didn't make Mount Tai wait for her for a thousand years; she only made Chen Mo wait for her for a lifetime.