Dominant in Literature: My Three-Year-Old Sister Taught Me How to Write Poems at the Beginning

I've traveled through time. He was dressed as a poor scholar, with only his three-year-old sister and three pennies left in his arms. The voice in my head said: [73% of the literary skills are missing. I tentatively recited the song "Ode to the Goose". The dead trees bloom, the spiritual geese soar into the sky, and the heavenly bells ring ninety thousand miles away. The scribes all over the street knelt on the ground. My sister tugged at my sleeve: "Brother, can you eat the goose?" There is no Li Bai or Du Fu in this world. When I copy "Thoughts on a Quiet Night", the moon lights up; when I copy "Wandering Son's Song", all things cry; when I copy "Journey into the Wine", the river of culture boils under my feet. A fight between enemies? "Xia Ke Xing" shattered his literary heart. The emperor holds a banquet? "The Road to Shu is Difficult" made the palace wander for three days. My younger sister is three years old. She always says when I get stuck: "Brother, I want to see the moon." God will send the moonlight to me. But no one knows the cost. Every time I copy a poem, I forget a little bit about my past life. One hundred poems forget the name, two hundred poems forget the hometown. Three hundred poems - The tide of stupidity swallows the sky. I stood on the city wall and recited from "Moonlight in front of the bed" to "I hope people will live forever". It's dawn after memorizing. The system pops up: [Complete completed. Price: Forgetting all past lives. Confirm? My sister held my hand. "Brother," she raised her face, "it doesn't matter if you forget the whole world. I'll help you remember." I knelt down and hugged her. "Confirm." Then I used my own voice for the first time and wrote a poem that was not in the system library. "Stranger".