This "Pipa Xing" is one of the pinnacles of ancient Chinese culture.

Such a poem is a subversive sensation in the Chinese literary circle.

Chen Ming is not the original.

He was just a porter of poetry.

Let Chinese culture bloom everywhere in China.

Chen Ming thought it was a good idea.

And he's working on it.

Chen Ming has never been worried that the poems of "Pipa Xing" will be questioned, because he firmly believes that those who understand poetry will never make a voice of doubt.

Joke!

China's 5,000-year-old culture is of immeasurable value.

Chen Ming is not confident in himself, but confident in the foundation of his head.

Back to the National Academy.

He Yi picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

The steaming smell of tea filled the air, covering his old face.

From the beginning, He Yi didn't take this song to heart.

After the prelude, Chen Ming's song statement came out quickly.

Chen Ming's singing voice was very slight, but when it was time to raise the tone, he did not have the slightest difficulty.

After a few words, He Yi looked a little strange.

It seems like....... Not bad indeed!

Unlike others, He Yi automatically translated the seven-character quatrain into vernacular in his mind almost the moment he heard the poem.

With his literary attainments, it is not difficult to translate an ancient poem.

At this moment, He Yi's old face was a little unbearable.

When did such a learned lyricist appear in the entertainment industry?

Taking advantage of the moment when he picked up the teacup and drank tea, He Yi glanced at the phone screen, on which was written the name of the lyricist: Chen Ming.

Chen?

He Yi frowned slightly.

This person has not heard of it.

This name is too popular, and there are at least tens of millions of people in China who call it this name.

In He Yi's impression, there is no great poet with this name.

There are only a few of these celebrities in the literary world, He Yi is familiar with them, and he dares to conclude that this Chen Ming has recently emerged.

"It's kind of interesting."

He Yi's expression returned to calm.

Today, even if the lyrics of this song are sung, he has to criticize a few words.

But I have to say that Chen Ming did arouse He Yi's interest.

What's more, this "Pipa Xing" is still sung by Chen Ming.

Listening from his voice, He Yi could guess that Chen Ming was not very old, even younger than his own students.

Such a potential seedling is wasted to stay in the entertainment industry!

If he could, He Yi wanted to poach Chen Ming to the National Academy.

In the next second, the sound of the pipa sounded.

The melody of the whole song is more light and clear.

couldn't help but start shaking his toes.

The melody of this song is not very outstanding, but it is very ear-catching.

He, an old man in his eighties, couldn't help but step on the sewing machine to the rhythm, which is enough to show the wide audience of this song's melody.

Good!

He Yi must give this song a thumbs up.

Whether it is poetry or melody, He Yi has a strong interest in this Chen Ming.

At this moment, a lyric came to He Yi's ears.

◤ After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. ◢

In an instant, a picture appeared in front of He Yi's eyes.

Guest bargaining.

Full of friends.

At the sound of a call, a woman in a long dress covered her face with a sleeved robe, holding a lute in her hand.

There is a general term for this type of woman: geisha.

They come from humble backgrounds.

However, they did not want to engage in the more lowly trade in skin and flesh, so they chose a higher-class geisha.

Geisha don't sell their bodies.

All the geisha in the workshop are proficient in poetry and singing, and can sing and dance.

But the problem is that in China, geisha are very unpopular knowledge.

Even He Yi only knew the meaning of the name geisha from some scattered miscellaneous histories.

How did Chen Ming know?

A young man is more knowledgeable than an eighty-year-old man?

Why don't you believe it!

He has this self-confidence, and he is one of the most knowledgeable people in China.

But in this kind of one, Chen Ming is definitely not included.

At this moment, He Yi's expression was no longer relaxed, and became serious.

Even, his hand to raise a glass of tea involuntarily put it down.

However, what He Yi didn't know was that the pipa was half-covered and this was just the beginning.

Soon, He Yi's eyes widened.

Sentence after sentence of poetry, which can be called a quatrain for the ages, comes out of the song.

◤ The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are not willing to live in life.

The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart. ◢

In these two poems, the first half of the sentence is a memoir, and the second half of the sentence is a complaint.

Unobtrusive!

Even these four sentences are taken out separately, which seems very natural.

He Yi was shocked! Is this a song?

He hasn't listened to songs for decades, and now the songs in the entertainment industry have developed like this?

If that's the case, then what other poems does he write? What kind of national academy professor? It's better to go straight to singing.

Ten seconds later, He Yi couldn't sit still and stood up.

The pale beard trembled slightly.

His mouth was whispering aftertaste: "Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time." ”

Silence is better than sound at this time!

Why didn't he think of writing poetry like this before?

From the beginning to the present, the song presents the whole process of geisha taking the stage to performing and closing the piano.

When the sound of the lute stops, the whole song chooses to end with silence giving better than sound at this time.

Sometimes, silence is the strongest sound.

He has written modern poetry for decades, and has never dared to try to write quatrain poems in ancient dialects.

It is because he feels that he has a sense of separation from the ancients.

He couldn't feel the state of mind of the ancients, so the quality of the ancient poems he wrote was definitely not high.

Unexpectedly, now he really feels this sense of immersion across the timeline.

And this feeling is actually brought to him by a song........

He Yi was in a trance, and he felt that his decades of literary knowledge were being challenged.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man on the side finally couldn't help but ask, "Professor He, are you okay?" ”

Before the words fell, He Yi directly raised his hand to interrupt his words and motioned him to keep quiet.

Even, He Yi glared at him.

I listen to the song so well, what are you talking about!

In this regard, the middle-aged man felt very aggrieved.

At first, it was you who didn't want to listen to the song, and now it's you who won't let me talk when you listen to the song.

In the office, only singing remains.

He Yi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the trembling amplitude of his body bones became more and more obvious, as if he had had suffered a stroke.

To be honest, the middle-aged man was really afraid that He Yi would accidentally go over.

After all, he was in his eighties.

At this age, the elderly can't stand much stimulation.

A few minutes later,

The whole song ends.

The office was quiet again.

He Yi was silent for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he sat back in his chair and sighed faintly: "This "Pipa Xing" is the first masterpiece of poetry. ”

"But....... Why is it in a song? ”

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