"Cry! Crying! was made to cry by Du Fuda's experience in this life! Why is it so miserable! ”

"I'm sure there must be many talented people in this history who have suffered like Du Fu, but the saddest thing is that those people were buried by history like this!"

"I agree with what was said upstairs, I myself thought I was a painter, but the painting couldn't be sold! I guess I'm Van Gogh! ”

"It's... Not every painter who can't sell his paintings is Van Gogh! ”

"Brother, I'll support you! You have to believe in your own abilities! ”

...

The discussion on the barrage has never stopped, and when Zhu Quan narrates, it has been swiping across the screen quickly.

Zhu Quan's speech at this time gradually became low again, and said: "Gradually, Du Fu is getting old.

The combination of life and poverty and illness has accelerated him towards the end of his life.

In the winter of 770 A.D., the snow in the Tang Dynasty was not very heavy, but it was surprisingly cold, and there was a thin layer of frost everywhere on the streets, and in some places even ice pillars were hanging down.

But even so, it still can't stop time from moving forward slowly, taking away health, wealth and warmth.

On a small boat from Tanzhou, Hunan to Yueyang, Du Fu fell ill and could no longer get up.

His left arm was already dry, so he could only support his right hand with difficulty, and lit up his mobile phone for the last time, looking at his official name "Zimei's poem". ”

Zhu Quan's voice is really good, and his deep voice can make it more magnetic.

Moreover, not only that, but in this gloom, there is also a sense of vicissitudes from the Tang Dynasty.

Zhu Quan's eloquent narration makes the already fascinating story even more moving.

After a thousand words, the image of Du Fu, a lifelong depressed and impoverished poet, jumped on the paper, making people sigh.

"What to do, my nose is sour too! It's not worth it for Du Fu! ”

"If I live in the same era as Du Fu, then I will definitely take good care of him, let him live a long life, and write more poems!"

"I don't understand either, how good Du Fu's poems are, were people blind or blinded at that time? Why didn't you see it?! I don't understand, I really don't understand! ”

"Let's take the literati lightly!"

"It's a pity, Du Fu!"

"Isn't it now? Those who are vegetarian in the corpse are popular, and those who write well are suppressed! ”

"What is happening now is nothing but a repetition of history!"

"It's all tears when you talk too much!"

"I feel that Zhu Quan wants to say more than just this through Du Fu's life, he has deep considerations."

"Agreed! Let's put it mildly, that is, the times do not tolerate a genius like Du Fu, and people at that time were unwilling to admit that an ordinary person was better than them! Isn't this like Guo Deyun? ”

"! It's really true! ”

"Such a comparison, it is true!"

"Then if you dig deeper, Zhu Quan is criticizing bureaucracy!"

"Also, those vested interests suppress the latecomers!"

...

Most of the 600 viewers on the barrage are people with high cultural literacy, so they quickly understood the inner meaning from all this told by Zhu Quan.

It can be said that everyone who should understand understands it.

And because I understand, the barrage is more and more dense.

Zhu Quan was like this barrage, he didn't stop, and continued:

Du Fu lay on the bed and looked back at his life:

Yes, in this life, I finally achieved nothing. Until I died, there were only thirty or fifty of my fans.

When I was younger, I was frivolous. But compared with Li Baiya, Gao Shiya, Cen Shenya, and Wang Weiya, I am really far behind, they are all so talented.

However, for my friends, I have achieved righteousness, friendship, gratitude, and a beginning and an end.

For my fans, I have done it and kept updating, and I have written more than 1,500 poems.

I did what a trumpet should do.

He closed his eyes, and "Zimei's poems" stopped updating forever. ”

In Du Fu's life, Zhu Quan still summed it up completely, without rhetoric, without strong words, and no one even remembered that a generation of poets Du Fu left like this.

Disappointed!

If lost!

Zhu Quan glanced at Kang Zhen and Meng Man, who were sitting in the guest seats, and continued:

At the time, almost no one cared about his departure. The starry Tang poetry circle, who cares about a faint sixth-magnitude star.

If you look through the poetry collections, who's friends, writers' encyclopedias, etc., compiled by the Tang people at that time, there is no Du Fu's name at all.

Even several of the most important collections, "Yutai Hou Collection", "Guoxiu Collection", "Danyang Collection", "Zhongxing Jian Qi Collection", and "Heyue Heroic Soul Collection" do not accept Du Fu's poems.

For example, in the three volumes of "Heyue Heroic Soul Collection", even Li Wei and Yan Fang were selected, but there was no Du Fu.

The dust of history is slowly burying this trumpet. ”

", who is Li Wei and Yan Fang?"

"Does anyone know about Li Wei and Yan Fang?"

"Kneel and beg for Li Wei and Yan Fang's poems!"

"Together!"

"I want to see who can actually overpower the poems of the poet Saint Du Fu, and then selected for the three volumes of "Heyue Heroic Soul Collection"?!"

"I just want to say that it is an honor for poets to have some people's poems included in the poetry collection. And some people's poems are included in the Taoist poetry collection, which is the honor of the poetry collection! ”

"Well said!!"

"Well, what shall I say? All I can say is that this man is much, much better to be born in a wealthy family than to be born in a poor family! ”

"The starting point is different! The starting point of the other party is the end point of their own struggle, how can this be compared? ”

"In general, talent, even if it is a world-beating, peerless, and unparalleled talent, is worthless until you meet someone who appreciates !!it."

", brother, you've got the truth! Isn't this Du Fu and Van Gogh? ”

"Mom and dad are awesome, then the child must be awesome too! At least as a child! Even if it's a stupid fork, it can be packaged as a! ”

"Isn't Huang Sanshi's daughter? I do this and that all day long, and I still get the award softly, but isn't this really packaged? ”

"I just want to say that it would be nice if Du Fu's family background was more prominent! However, without the experience of 'pouring down the new turbid wine glass', I don't know if he can still write so many compassionate verses! ”

"Shisheng, his old man is a little pitiful!"

"It's a blessing to know if Seon lost his horse!"

"At least now he has become a 'poet saint', and he is one of the best poets in China."

There was a lot of discussion on the barrage, and these news were swiped out one by one.

Of course, this is only the idea of the audience represented by these 600 high-level intellectuals, who, as Kochios, will always complain about 'hating the heavens and injustice'.

And these 600 people do not represent the entire audience in the country.

Therefore, the chief director didn't care at all when he saw these comments, and did not order a ban.