"Boss, you can even write lyrics, although I don't understand it, but I subconsciously feel that this poem is very awesome. ”

Tang Tian hugged the camera and said shockingly.

Nan Li's face was calm, and he said, "Okay, go back, hurry up and cut the video for me." ”

"Okay. ”

At eight o'clock in the evening, Tang Tian cut the video, and after Nan Li reviewed it, he pointed out some minor problems, and after revising it, he added the text and uploaded it to Douyin.

In the copy, Nan Li wrote:

"The two songs "Leaving People Sorrow" and "Thieves Will Walk" were done by me when I was a child, and I was only eight or nine years old at the time, so the lyrics were written in no order. ”

"Over the years, I have read some books, grown a lot, and recently wrote a new poem for everyone. Finally, I want to say, 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty. ”

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Inside the Douyin editorial department.

Everyone was nervously busy.

There are too many users of Douyin, and hundreds of thousands of pieces of content are uploaded every day, most of which are video garbage.

However, because of the high-pressure policy above, it is extremely strict, so every review editor does not dare to relax at all.

"Alas, "Leaving People Sorrow" and "Thieves" have been restricted, it's a pity. ”

Su Chengyu sighed while auditing.

Not long after she joined Douyin, she finally dug out the account of "Southern Poet", but she didn't expect it to cool down so quickly, which greatly hit her passion and enthusiasm for work.

"I have to review these boring videos every day, when is it a head! It feels like every day is a repetition of yesterday, it's so boring!"

Su Chengyu stretched his waist, his expression was very painful.

Just then, a pleasant voice came from the headphones.

"A teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he falls in love with the ...... floor"

What a melancholy voice!

Su Chengyu was full of excitement, and hurriedly sat up straight, staring at the computer screen.

On the banks of the river, at sunset.

A figure stood, with a wide robe, fluttering in the breeze.

"What kind of costume is this?"

Of course, Su Chengyu had never seen Hanfu, let alone the Taoist robe in Hanfu, she just intuitively felt that this dress was really meaningful.

The melancholy back and the sunset merge into one, brewing an indescribable artistic conception, which makes every viewer feel a sense of loneliness and melancholy from the depths of their hearts.

"The boy doesn't know what it's like to be sad...... Worried about the new words. ”

"Now I know all the sorrows...... But the weather is cool and autumn. ”

In the short video, the figure is singing and moaning.

Is this singing lyrics?

Belch...... It's a weird singing voice, but why does my nose feel sour?

There is an inexplicable touch, there is an inexplicable melancholy!

It's a very well-written word, textbook-level, I've never heard it before.

Is it original?

Su Chengyu hit a spirit again, she always felt that this figure was so familiar, could it be......

She immediately glanced at the posting account: Southern Poets.

Really!

The Southern Poet has released a new work!

Su Chengyu stood up excitedly and shouted: "The Southern Poet has updated the video." ”

The lifeless office suddenly came to life.

All the review editors in the office shuddered.

"What? Southern poets have released their works, and it can't be an apology video, right?"

"I think so, after all, the official media have spoken out, and the whole network is black, and at this time apologizing is the only way to calm the anger. ”

"Even if you apologize, it's hard to turn around your public image!"

......

Faced with the speculation of his colleagues, Su Chengyu shook his head vigorously and said categorically:

"No, it's a new work, it seems to be an ancient poem, I dare to conclude that it will definitely be popular, and it will be a big fire......"

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If you don't enter the White Deer Cave, you will be a scholar in vain.

Chang'an Bailu Cave Academy is the first of the four major academies in China, and it is a holy place that all students yearn for.

Inside the Faculty of Letters.

A generation of literary masters, the representative of the Chang'an School, Mr. Wen Qianqiu, is in class.

The audience was packed, and many students from other majors came to observe.

There is no vanity under the fame.

Mr. Wen Qianqiu is talking about the heyday of the literary genre in ancient China - words.

"Students, words are a different form of poetry. ”

"It sprouted at the beginning of the 6th century, gradually became popular in the 8th century, and reached its peak in the 11th century. ”

"Words are equivalent to today's pop music, the literati at that time used lyrics to express their emotions and express sorrows, and the song fang Qinglou at that time also took singing lyrics as its main business project......

"The literati are obsessed with lyrics, and the common people are obsessed with listening to ......"

Wen Qianqiu has a furrow in his chest and is knowledgeable, and when he talks about it, he talks endlessly.

That's what the so-called accumulation is.

The students in the audience also listened with relish, and when they heard the highlights, they were even more excited and amazed.

"It's a pity that after two hundred and seventy-eight years of world war, there is not one culture in the world, and a large number of classic cultures have been lost, and our Chinese country is no exception, alas......"

Saying that, the old man sighed deeply, and his tone revealed a deep sadness:

"Nowadays, we basically don't know anything about ancient poetry and lyrics......

Speaking of this, the old man slowed down his speech, and there was a deep melancholy in his vicissitudes of life!

Ancient culture is the love of his life, and when it comes to cultural discontinuity, he is extremely heartbroken.

Not being able to get a glimpse of the full picture of ancient culture will be the regret of his life.

"No one can inherit the ancient culture today......"

He sighed again, and the worry and melancholy in his words deeply infected every student present.

If a nation loses its culture, it loses everything. To lose everything is to face extinction.

Sadness gradually permeated the classroom, and everyone's faces were covered with deep regret.

Suddenly, a "" sound was particularly harsh in the silent classroom, and it diluted the atmosphere that the old man had managed to create.

Old Man Wen frowned, and his good quality did not make him angry directly, but asked patiently:

"Why is this student making a lot of noise in class? Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

"Text... Teacher Wen, I'm sorry, I'm not a student of the Faculty of Letters, I accompanied my girlfriend to the class. A male classmate stood up and quickly apologized.

Hearing this, Old Man Wen shook his head and asked, "Since that's the case, then why are you making noise in class?"

"Old Man Wen, you just said that no one can inherit the ancient culture, but I just brushed the bucket sound, and I clearly saw someone singing poetry!"

Just now Douyin recommended a short video to him, he clicked on it curiously and watched it, this time, he was shocked that he forgot to be in class, and blurted out a sentence of "".

In fact, he also wanted to say two words of praise, but he was really uneducated, so he could only go to the world in one sentence!

After the explanations of the classmates, Mr. Wen understood what "Douyin" was and what the short video was.

When the students in the classroom took out their mobile phones and searched for the ID account of "Southern Poet".

The exclamations followed!!

"!!"

"I'm a mother, this is too good!"

"Nima, this song is not available on the Internet, it is really original. ”

"Amazing, my ancestors, this is a classic, even more classic than the textbooks. ”

"This southern poet looks so familiar! It seems that he has just been criticized by the official media!"

"This is the author of the two garbage songs "Leaving People Sorrowful" and "Thieves Will Walk"!"

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