"When is the spring flower and autumn moon? Xiaolou had an east wind last night, and the old garden could not look back at the moonlight. ”

"The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed. How sad can you be? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. ”

This is the poem of the Southern Tang Dynasty, which has been passed down through the ages - "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon of the Poppy Beauty".

This poem was written by Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, on the eve of being poisoned, and it can be called a fateful word.

The former emperor was reduced to a prisoner and lived a precarious life.

Such melancholy, such remorse, such lamentation!

How profound should it be?

How can ordinary people imagine!

It is precisely after experiencing the ups and downs of life that Li Yu can write such a poem that is still empathetic after tens of millions of years.

How sad can you be?

Just like a river flowing eastward!

This is melancholy from the depths of the soul!

It's a pity that after Empress Li finished writing this poem, Song Taizong was furious and gave him a drug, and since then there has been one less sentimental lyricist in the world.

This sad lyric work collided with the song "Jun Mochou", resulting in an inexplicable qualitative change.

Of course, Nanli also changed this word by one word, "the old country is unbearable to look back at the moonlight" to "the old garden is unbearable to look back at the moonlight".

makes a poem of the dead country become a homesick word, which is also more in line with his identity and positioning.

Back home, Tang Tian edited the video, reviewed it by Nanli, and uploaded it to the Douyin APP.

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said that after Su Chengyu received the order of the big boss Wenjiu, he kept contacting the southern poet in the background.

"Southern poet, hello, do you know that you are popular, you are going to be popular on the whole network!"

"Southern poet Dada, in my absence, I would like to tell you a good news, your account has been certified as a 'high-quality original short video creator', and the short videos you send in the future will no longer be limited by time, and you will also enjoy a lot of promotion resources. ”

"Brother poet, I know that you are full of wealth and talent, but can you reply to a message!"

"Poet God, let me tell you something, your short video has been favored by the Foundation for the Protection and Development of Traditional Culture, and they want to use your ideas and content, and of course they will pay you a certain amount. ”

"Great God, you see it, be sure to reply to me as soon as possible! I'm waiting for you!"

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"Great god, come back to me, can you bear to keep a cute girl as beautiful as a flower waiting?"

Su Chengyu sent countless messages, but they all fell into the sea and did not respond.

And the company has given a death order, and she must contact the Southern poet as soon as possible.

She refreshed the backstage again and again, but she didn't get a reply.

Suddenly, when she refreshed it again, a new short video popped up under the account of the southern poet.

This is the privilege of a premium original account, which can be published first and reviewed later.

Su Chengyu couldn't wait to start the short video.

Familiar opening.

A familiar feeling.

This time it was at the head of the city, with a wide dark gray shirt and an arrogant back, revealing a little vicissitudes and a little loneliness.

As soon as the picture turned, it was a pair of white and flawless hands.

It is clean and delicate, as if carved from white jade.

Manually!

What, he's playing the guqin!

It is only stored in museums and history textbooks, for people to admire and remember, but the playing skills are almost lost!

The sound of the piano is like the murmuring of a stream.

Pure, tranquil, indifferent, far-reaching.

This is the sound of the guqin, this is the sound of traditional culture, as if you are surrounded by mountains, listening to the wind blowing leaves, the rain hitting the plantains, and the flowing water.

The picture scroll of history, spanning thousands of years, unfolds before your eyes.

Scene by scene.

Your ancestors listened to such voices and created brilliant civilizations.

Your ancestors were infected by such voices and wrote a magnificent history.

Your ancestors used it to confess to their beloved women, and your ancestors used it to drown out the neighing of the golden iron horse on the battlefield.

It is the voice of civilization,

It is the sound of the avenue,

It is the voice of inheritance,

It is the cry of a people thousands of years ago.

The sound of the piano is like water, followed by a shallow singing and low chanting.

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon? Xiaolou had an east wind last night, and the old garden could not look back at the moonlight. ”

"The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed. How sad can you be? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. ”

Rumble!

Want... Exploded!

Another classic chapter!

Comparable to the teachings and texts of any saint in a textbook.

"How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward. ”

Su Chengyu whispered stupidly,

Tears welled up in my eyes unconsciously.

What kind of life experience is this to write such melancholy and beautiful poems!

What kind of talent is this to collide with such a tune that turns thousands of times!

The lonely back, the vicissitudes of life, were deeply imprinted in her mind.

Be in ecstasy!

In three minutes, the likes exceeded 100,000!

Ten minutes, more than one million likes!

is on fire, this short video has swept the whole network and become popular in thousands of households.

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Chang'an City, Department of Literature, Bailudong Academy.

"Students, today we are going to appreciate the work of this southern poet, this poem of the modern people, on the charm, on the artistic conception, even in ancient times, it is also a super-first-class level of excellent works. ”

Old Man Wen Qianqiu chanted slowly:

"The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor. Worried about the new words. ”

"Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But the weather is cool and autumn. ”

After he finished reciting, he looked at the students and said, "Which classmate will come to appreciate this poem?"

Immediately, a female classmate volunteered to stand up:

"Teacher Wen, this poem is quite ingeniously conceived, writing when he was a teenager without worry, "strong to say sorrow" and full of sorrow after practicing the world, but deliberately avoiding it, vivid and real. ”

Wen Qianqiu nodded in approval.

A male classmate stood up again and said: "I feel that the essence of this song is this sentence 'But the weather is cool and autumn', the sorrow that can be said is not sorrowful, the real sorrow is buried in the heart, and it cannot be described in words, so the author said, 'But the weather is cool and autumn', pretending to be relaxed, but it is better than sorrow." ”

"Yes, the analysis is on point. Old Man Wen said affirmatively.

Suddenly, there was a "slot" sound, which resounded through the classroom.

I don't know who shouted, "The Southern poet has released a new video." ”

Everyone brushed and took out their mobile phones, and a minute later, the sound of "" came and went.

"it, it's another poem that beats the ancients. ”

", if the previous song is exquisitely conceived, then this one can be called a generation of grandmasters. ”

", this is a famous story for the ages, whoever can write such a poem in his life will die without regrets. ”

The students were amazed, and Wen Qianqiu was even more stunned.

Smack!

The phone fell to the ground.

His body trembled violently,

The pale face turned red,

Suddenly, with an excited expression, he shouted hoarsely:

", Wenqu Xingjun has descended. ”

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