Kyoto, Kokugakuin.

This is the largest philological research center in China.

The history of China can be traced!

Therefore, these scholars basically study modern literature, and their daily work is to review modern poetry, recruit new members, and so on.

From a distance, the building shape of the National Academy looks like a "standing" character.

The moral is simple.

Standing in heaven and earth, standing for the people.

People who engage in literature have a relatively high spirit.

This is the backbone of the literati!

Their ideals are all for the country and the people, and they want their literary works to bring strength to the people.

At this time, the top floor of the National Academy.

A middle-aged man in his thirties was like a treasure, and the mobile phone in his hand was still playing a song.

"This song is amazing!"

"I'm going to show it to Professor He."

The man hurriedly left his seat and walked down the hallway towards an office.

Before the person arrives, the voice comes first.

"Professor He!"

"I've made a big discovery!!"

In the office, a gray-haired old man was picking up a pen and waving Fang Xuan, and there were white pieces of paper on the table.

Ho Yi.

The most senior professor of literature at the Academy of Studies.

The modern poems he created have been included in Chinese textbooks for more than ten consecutive years, allowing countless junior and senior high school students to learn and understand.

Not only that, he is also the vice minister of the Ministry of Education of China.

Of course, at his current age, the title of deputy minister is just a false name, and he has no real power.

But even so, He Yi's status is still extremely high.

He is even hailed as the "father of modern literature" by modern poets.

Outside the office.

The man's voice came from far and near, and then pushed open the door to the office.

The brush in He Yi's hand paused slightly, a little helpless: "Stinky boy, how can I teach you!" Remember to knock before you enter!! ”

Hearing this, the man was a little embarrassed, but immediately regained his excited expression.

"Professor He, you must listen to this song."

The middle-aged man took two steps forward and handed the phone forward.

He Yi put down the brush and was even more helpless.

"I'm over 80 years old, and I still listen to songs? What songs to listen to! Listening to music is a hobby for your little ones. ”

Old people don't listen to songs.

They just like to listen to opera.

The songs of this era are all love and love, and He Yi really can't appreciate it. Hearing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly explained: "No, Professor He, this song is different from other songs. ”

In an instant, He Yi became even more angry.

"You said that you are in your thirties, don't you go out to find a girlfriend, hold a mobile phone every day and listen to those love songs, can you listen to a girlfriend?!"

"In the words of you young people, you are a 10,000-year-old single dog."

.........

The middle-aged man scratched at his messy hair.

He doesn't feel like he's in his thirties, he's still a handsome guy in his twenties.

Seeing this, He Yi sighed: "If you really don't want to fall in love, then go read more books." Isn't reading a book more interesting than listening to a song? ”

In He Yi's tone, he was full of hatred that iron does not become steel.

In He Yi's eyes, these modern songs are like moths in the new era, corroding the minds of young people.

All day long, you love me, I love you, there is no nutrition at all.

To be honest, He Yi and Venus should have some common topics.

This can't be blamed on He Yi!

The older generation is old-fashioned in their thinking and admits death.

What he thinks is not good, he will basically label it as bad in his heart.

The fan-circled entertainment industry is no longer a resort for the pursuit of innovation, and under the impact of fans and traffic, artists pay more attention to their appearance.

After all, although good-looking skins are the same, they are better than good-looking.

As a result, He Yi dislikes the current singers and artists even more.

Entertainment to death, drama misleads the country.

This idea has become ingrained in his mind, and it is difficult to change.

Because of this, he felt very sad to see the people of his national academy immersed in modern songs.

The middle-aged man looked a little flustered, but he still said very firmly: "Professor He, I promise, the lyrics of this song are different from other songs!" ”

"The lyrics of this song are all seven-character quatrains, and every sentence rhymes."

"It's not just the rhyme, it's the rhetoric and the mood are worth savoring, it's not like a song, it's a poem."

Seven quatrains?

Worth savoring?

He Yi was a little unconvinced.

What good lyrics can artists in the entertainment industry write?

Before, he came into contact with a famous musician whose name seemed to be Fang Shu.

After reading the lyrics he composed, He Yi didn't feel amazed.

It's just that the wording is a little more elaborate than others, but such lyrics are not deep.

Since then, He Yi has looked down on lyricists in the entertainment industry.

The literati are proud!

If he thinks you can't do it, then you just can't.

Even a big man in the entertainment industry like Fang Shu can't write any meaningful lyrics, let alone other musicians.

But looking at the expressions of his students,

He Yi muttered a little in his heart.

Could it be that this song is really good?

Although he was harsh on the middle-aged man in front of him, He Yi knew in his heart that this middle-aged man might take over his class in the future.

This son, the poetry attainment is very high!

At the age of 30, he has published literary works in many places, and four or five of his modern poems have been excerpted as one of the Chinese topics in the college entrance examination.

If nothing else, Huaguo's future literary world needs him to support the beam.

He Yi is still very confident in the vision of his students.

If he says it all, it may really be different from the usual lyrics.

Thinking of this, He Yi raised his hand and motioned for the middle-aged man to hand him the phone.

He wanted to listen to what was so powerful about this seven-character quatrain.

"If I don't hear anything special, then you pack your things and prepare to teach in the countryside for a few years."

He Yi said angrily.

He's a student who is good at everything, but he lacks tempering.

is obviously in his thirties, but his psychology is like that of a young man who has just come of age.

Gotta knock!

He Yi has already made up his mind in his heart that after listening to the song, he must give a bad review.

And then

Send your student to teach, polish him for a few years, and then call him back.

With this mentality,

He Yi's mood was very relaxed, and even a little relaxed.

Click Play.

The song came out slowly.

He hadn't listened to a song for a long time, and when he heard the prelude to the song, he actually had some joy of curiosity.

"The song is good."

He Yi made a simple comment.

He is a literary person, and he definitely doesn't know how to compose music.

So

The three words "good song" are the highest evaluation he gives to a song.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, he stayed quietly to the side, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

He bets!

After listening to this song, Professor He will definitely jump excitedly.

This song, no, this poem, is the most perfect poem!

Even He Yi couldn't write such perfect poems.

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