"Hahaha, Mr. Guo is so humorous!"

Tang Haiwang couldn't help but shake his head and smile when he heard Guo Dalu boasting about himself: "Mr. Guo, although your attainments in music are extremely amazing, you are not a professional in this after all, and I also know that you have not completely focused on music. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

He shook his head regretfully and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this music is just a hobby for you, not a necessity. ”

The old man smiled: "After all, you are still a writer, and you are also a film and television director, and you can't put all your mind on music." ”

In the past few days of contact with Guo Dalu, Tang Haiwang and others have already known a lot of Guo Dalu's deeds, and know that Guo Dalu is not only a writer, but also a film director, which is also the main reason why Guo Dalu was asked to direct this party.

When they knew that Guo Dalu was just an amateur music lover, the teachers and students of the entire conservatory rehearsal were shocked, feeling that they had lived to be dogs for so many years.

"A peerless genius like you who can do everything at a glance and learn it as soon as you learn it, in fact, there have been a few people in Chinese history, but that was the ancients thousands of years ago, and I didn't expect that there would be a genius like you now. ”

Tang Haiwang looked at Guo Dalu and admired, "Mr. Guo, you are a person who is destined to leave a name in history, if nothing else, just with the song "Spring River Flower Moon Night" you wrote, it is enough to be remembered by future generations." ”

A few decades ago, the literati of China were advocating the creation of new style poems, not always being bound by ancient style poems, but from the founding of the People's Republic of China to the present, there have not been a few decent new style poems, and now the voice of a group of cultural people advocating new style poetry is getting weaker and weaker, and they are becoming less and less confident.

To this day, Chinese poetry is still dominated by traditional poetry, which is a bit different from the world in Guo Dalu's extra memory, in that world, not only the survival soil of ancient poetry has disappeared, but modern poetry has basically lost its living space, and the whole China has become a desert of poetry.

Whenever he sees this, Guo Dalu is fortunate that there are still thousands of poems and texts in his world that have not been broken, and every year there will be a part of ancient poetry created by contemporary literati, although the quality may not be comparable to the ancients, but it cannot be said that they are worse than the ancients.

Therefore, the level of appreciation of poetry among literati is still relatively high.

As a generation of pipa masters, Tang Haiwang is also very knowledgeable, and he is very interested in ancient style poetry and loves it very much.

When he heard Guo Dalu reciting the poem "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" in the video for the first time, he was already shocked by this long poem.

Something truly beautiful never goes out of style, and poetry is especially true of poetry.

"Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", a famous poem praised by another world as "a lonely piece covering the whole Tang Dynasty", still shows its brilliant light in this world.

In fact, as far as Guo Dalu himself is concerned, he feels that the poem "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is beautiful, but it is a bit exaggerated to say that it is "lonely and overpowering the whole Tang Dynasty", but combined with the time and background of the poem's appearance, it cannot be said that it is unreasonable.

This poem appeared in the early Tang Dynasty, when the Yuefu palace style poems were rampant, after the appearance of this poem, a new chapter was established, creating a new situation of poetry, and washing the fat powder of the previous dynasty.

In the future, when Li Du and Xiao Li Du occasionally sigh about time and space, time, fate, etc., it will be difficult to get rid of this barrier.

Of course, poetry is too subjective, and everyone's favorite style is different, otherwise there would be no graceful, bold and so on.

Guo Dalu himself likes romantic poems, but liking other styles does not mean that he has no ability to appreciate other poems.

Generally speaking, "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" can be called a peak in Tang poetry, and if it is used as a final work when editing "Tang Poetry Volume", no one should have objections to this.

At this time, hearing Tang Haiwang's praise for himself, Guo Dalu nodded unceremoniously and said: "Leave a name in history?

Tang Haiwang: "........."

Wu Qingshan "........."

Bai Qingyu: "Hey, Mr. Guo is really confident!"

Through contact with Guo Dalu in the past few days, several old people present have a little rough understanding of him, knowing that Guo Dalu has a bold temperament, and is the most annoying and twisted person, but there are only occasional amazing words, but he seems too arrogant, a bit like bragging.

But no one is perfect, and bragging is not a big problem, and at their age, basically everything is opened, only the love of music is difficult to give up.

Guo Dalu is bold, fast-talking, and if he doesn't agree with him, he is "dry bird feathers", and during rehearsals, several old people were also scolded by Guo Dalu in person because of the performance connection.

This is an extremely fresh experience for them, and they are not very angry, but they look at Guo Dalu differently, and feel that this son has the legacy of Wei and Jin, and it is a true temperament.

At this time, seeing him talking again, several old people laughed, glanced at each other, and saw the amusement in each other's eyes.

A young man next to him walked to Guo Dalu's side, "Master Guo, it's your turn for the next show, you have to make preparations!"

Guo Dalu nodded, and bowed his hand to a few old people around him, "A few old people talk slowly, I'll go and prepare first!"

At this time, the bel canto chorus of two teachers and students on the stage had just ended, and Song Qian and Wang Xiaolu slowly took the stage amid applause.

Song Qian: "Thank you Teacher Jin and Senior Sister Ren for bringing us such a beautiful and beautiful song. ”

Wang Xiaolu: "Next, a friend will perform a solo performance of an instrument for everyone, and while listening to this song, you might as well listen to an ancient style poem first." ”

As soon as Wang Xiaolu's words fell, the lights on the stage suddenly dimmed, and big characters began to appear on the screen behind them, and at the same time, the chanting began to sound.

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is ...... together"

Just after the chanting sounded, the screen began to have the vast scene of rivers and seas connected to the waves, as the chanting continued, the screen did not stop the night moon, spring flowers, the Yangtze River, the sea, fog, flying frost and other scenes flashed.

It wasn't until the last line was recited that the whole poem was completely displayed on the screen.

The long poems on the screen are written in brush characters, occupying a space above the entire screen.

But further down, what appears under the font is a traditional Chinese ink painting scroll, and this long poem is only inscribed in the blank space of the scroll.

Below the poem is the spring night scene of the flat boat returning at night, and the bright moon shining on the river.

The artistic conception of the whole painting is far-reaching, and the scene described in the poem is presented in the form of a picture with great expressiveness.

In particular, the poem inscription on this painting is wanton and insolent but can be sent and received freely, with an indescribable wild meaning.

There is an inscription seal in the upper left corner of the painting, but before the audience can see whose name it is, a wisp of zither smoke rises from the stage like a mist, causing everyone's hearts to move at the same time, and they all look at the stage with their eyes removed from the screen.

At this time, the dim light gradually brightened, and there was an extra guzheng on the stage, and a man in a long robe was sitting behind the guzheng, who was gently plucking the strings of the zither at this time.

As the sound of the zither became louder and louder, the lights on the stage became brighter and brighter, and gradually everyone had seen the face of the person playing the kite clearly, and there was a commotion.