At this moment, Wu Bai's voice continued to sound.

"This year, our Du Fu stepped on the poetry scene as a scumbag. His voice was so small that it was almost inaudible: 'Hello everyone, I'm a trumpet. ’”

"In the star-studded Tang Poetry Club, because he is a trumpet, whenever a big V walks in, he has to stand up in a hurry, give up his seat to others, and work hard to be friends with others."

"One day in a certain year, a big V who walked with the wind pushed the door in a chic manner, sat down, and put his feet on the coffee table. His name is Li Bai. At this time, Li Bai had been greatly removed from Xuanzong's attention and driven out of the imperial capital. ”

Du Fu hurriedly got up and greeted him, and sincerely handed over his hands: "Teacher Li, let's ...... Can you be friends? ’”

As soon as the three words of making friends fell, Wu Bai paused for a moment.

After all, this is a great time for the poets, saints, poets, and immortals to meet through the ages!

And at this moment, the audience in the audience was already laughing.

The barrage is even more crazy now.

"Oh my God, I feel like I was watching Li Bai's follow-up story last time, it's obviously a story, and it made me look like a serial!"

"Upstairs in the front row said what was on my mind, and I'm already looking forward to the rest of the story!"

"But Li Bai is so awesome, but how can the poet immortal Du Fu feel so sad?!"

"I think so too, I can describe my feelings in three words, that is, it is too miserable!"

"Suddenly, I feel so sorry for Du Fu!"

......

The barrage's speech spoke everyone's mind.

At a time when the poet immortal Li Bai was already shining in the literary world, the poet saint Du Fu was just a fledgling little newcomer.

Who would have thought that in later generations, the two would also be tied for the same poetic saint and poetic immortal!?

And Wu Bai on the stage still smiled and said at this time.

"People in later generations desperately exaggerated this handshake, saying that it was 'the greatest encounter in 4,000 years of history after Confucius met Lao Tzu', 'the sun and the moon met in the blue sky'!"

As soon as this paragraph came out, the elementary school students in the audience suddenly began to laugh.

Isn't this a topic that my Chinese teacher always likes to talk about in class?!

The eternal encounter between the poet and the poet!

What a brilliant thing this must be!

How wonderful this should be!

Countless people have pricked up their ears and listened carefully to Wu Bai's next words.

It's just that to everyone's surprise, Wu Bai's voice suddenly deepened.

However, the actual situation at that time was: the trumpet Du Fu was a fan of the big V Li Bai at all. In those days, he accompanied Li Bai to play in the mountains and rivers, drink and play strings, and from time to time cast admiring eyes at the person next to him. In fact, throughout his life, he always admired, remembered, and missed Li Dav!"

"White poetry is invincible, floating thoughts"

"The pen falls into a storm, and the poem becomes a crying ghost and god"

"Wencai inherits the difference, and the circulation will be superb"

"Li Bai has a hundred poems, and the restaurant in Chang'an City sleeps"

……

At this time, one sentence after another of Li Bai's poems were recited by Wu Bai.

Sa Beining on the stage nodded one after another, Wu Bai's reserves of ancient poems are really unique.

At this time, the students in the audience were simply fascinated by what they listened.

You must know that this is the ancient poem they have never hated the most and are the least willing to memorize!

At this moment, everyone was fascinated and intoxicated.

Netizens in the live broadcast room are even more crazy about swiping the screen.

“6666666！”

"Niu Niu Niu! How could he blurt out so many ancient poems, I didn't memorize a word!"

"Kneel, kneel! I'm sorry to admit once again that I came to Earth to be a denominator. ”

"Oh my God, I really saw the follow-up feeling, Shixian is too powerful!"

"Brother Wu Bai is too powerful, isn't it, this is really blurted out, the exit is a chapter, don't you even need to think about it?!"

"This is simply Teacher Wu Bai's lecture, specially introducing us to the poets of the Tang Dynasty!"

"Is this the strength of Xueba? History can be told so humorously! If Wu Bai had been my history teacher, my previous history grades would not have been so bad! ”

.......

At this moment, Wu Bai's narration did not stop, and his tone at this time became more and more subdued.

"Time has passed year after year, and in the lively Tang Poetry Club, one after another big Vs shuttle back and forth, including Wang Wei, Cen Shen, Chu Guangxi, Meng Haoran, Li Yong, ......"

As a trumpet, Du Fu often couldn't interject. He could only stand to the side, laughing with restraint and earnestness, listening to the big V's talk. ”

"Interestingly, it was very common for literati to sing and harmonize with each other at that time, and it was common to praise each other a few words, but Du Fu's big V idols did not praise his poems in a word, not even polite praise."

Gradually, Du Fu got old. The combination of life and poverty and illness has accelerated him towards the end of his life. ”

Hearing this, the expressions of Sa Beining and Long Yang on the stage no longer had the smile they had just now.

At this time, they clearly realized the deep meaning of Wu Bai's story this time.

And the audience at this time actually had a sour nose.

"Du Fu is so powerful, but why doesn't anyone see him?"

"He's been chasing others, but he's never been chased!"

"I feel that if I cross over to Du Fuda, I'm afraid I won't be able to live in a few years..."

"What are you daydreaming upstairs doing?!"

At this moment, everyone didn't have the hilarious mood of Fang Cai, and they were all shocked by Du Fu's heavy experience.

At this moment, Wu Bai's voice became heavier and heavier.

"In the winter of 770 A.D., the wind was bitterly cold. 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].

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 fans, I insisted on updating, and I wrote more than a thousand Wu Bai poems. I did what a trumpet should do.

He closed his eyes, and [Zimei's poem] stopped updating forever. ”

Under this paragraph, Sa Beining's face was even more solemn, and the corners of Long Yang's mouth were tightly twisted.

At this moment, their eyes are full of deep reverence for the poet Du Fu.

At this moment, the audience is even quieter, and the comment area in the live broadcast room is also blank at this time.

All of them expressed their high respect for the poet Du Fu in silent silence.

Everyone saw this eternal figure at this time, and he never met him, and he went through a sad and sad life all the way!