And in the next moment, the barrage exploded.

"It's so uncomfortable to listen to this paragraph......"

"Oh my God, this is what the poet experienced back then!"

"Woooooooooo It's so hard to listen to! ”

……

And Wu Bai's voice on the stage continued to sound.

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, and writers' encyclopedia compiled by the Tang people at that time, there is no Du Fu's name at all...... The dust of history is slowly burying this trumpet. ”

When he said this, Wu Bai's face was serious, and his tone was even lower.

As soon as this paragraph came out, the audience at the scene opened their mouths in surprise.

Many people only feel a steady stream of anger coming out of their hearts.

Such a great poet Du Fu was not even taken seriously after his death.

Is this really the pride of the times?

Or is it the sadness of the times?!

Born anonymous, after death is full of glory.

And at this moment, many netizens in the live broadcast room commented wildly.

"What's the use of being on fire after death? Can it offset the hard life of others? ”

"Oh my God, I just want to cry, that is to say, he never knew how powerful he was, and no one ever affirmed him before he died!"

"I just want to rush over and give Shisheng Du Fu a hug!"

……

The discussion of everyone did not affect Wu Bai's performance at this time, and his voice changed slightly at this time.

From the original low at this time, it slowly rose up, as if with firm strength.

"Many years later, there was a man named Yuan Zhen, yes, it was the amorous seed who 'once lost the sea to water', and stumbled upon this trumpet."

He poked it in, read several articles in a row, and couldn't help but be surprised: miracles! What a miracle! What a great poet this is! ”

"These thousand Wu Bai poems are connected, and they are no longer poems, but great documentaries about an entire era!"

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

At this time, the audience and netizens in the live broadcast room were all silent, waiting for his next words.

"There is the prosperity of the dynasty here: recalling the heyday of the Kaiyuan Dynasty in the past, Xiaoyi still hides thousands of families. The rice is fat and the corn is white, and the public and private warehouses are abundant. ”

"There is also the injustice of the times: Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road" "The silk divided by Tongting is originally from a cold woman." ”

"There is a terrible war: the son of a good family in the ten counties of Mengdong, and the blood is Chen Taoze Zhongshui'. There is also the ecstasy of victory: 'But he saw how sorrowful his wife was, and he was overjoyed with poetry and books.' ”

"There is the heart-rending pain of the common people: don't make your eyes dry, and collect your tears. When the eyes are dry, you can see the bones, and the heavens and the earth will be ruthless in the end'; there are also numb and helpless sighs: 'Faith knows that giving birth to a male is evil, but it is better to give birth to a girl.'" Giving birth to a daughter still has to marry a neighbor, and giving birth to a boy is buried with a hundred grasses. ”

"There is the touching of the reunion of old friends: the night rain cuts the spring leeks, the yellow sorghum in the new cooking', 'tomorrow across the mountains, the world is boundless."

"There is also a lonely and self-appreciative reserve: there is a beautiful woman in the peerless generation, living in the empty valley', 'the sky is cold and the green sleeves are thin, and the sun and twilight lean on the bamboo."

"And the frightening flowers, and the rain of joy; There is the youthful Mount Tai, there is the desolate Dongting; There is the sword of Gongsun Auntie, and there is Cao Ba's brush......"

At this moment, this majestic and magnificent poem, sentence by sentence, like the momentum of thousands of troops, suddenly smashed into everyone's hearts, and the shock on everyone's faces was endless.

Where is this ordinary poem!?

This is clearly the cry of the poet Du Fu to the times in which he lives!

This is clearly the history of blood and tears of the Tang Dynasty that the poet Du Fu saw with his own eyes!

Sa Beining and Long Yang on the stage clenched the microphone tightly.

They never thought that Wu Bai in front of them could say this ancient poem so impassionedly and enthusiastically.

The two were obviously the hosts on the stage, and they should have grasped the rhythm, but at this moment, they couldn't control their instincts and took the lead in applauding.

As soon as the applause came out, the audience was all infected.

Suddenly, thunderous applause rang out one after another.

And Kang Hui, who is in the background at the moment, is even more so.

He couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Wu Bai in front of the screen.

Not to mention the netizens in the live broadcast room at present.

At this time, the speed of swiping the text and the dense text can not be seen clearly, which has already fully explained their excitement.

"it! Damn, I'm crying! I never thought that I would cry when I listened to a language program! ”

"Kneel down, my brother has simply risen to a new height in my heart!"

"I get goosebumps when I hear it, and I still have it in my hands!"

"Brother Wu Bai is too good!"

"I watched Wu Bai go to participate in the classic Yong Immortal show before, I thought he wanted to turn to the entertainment industry, and I thought it was a pity, what if he abandoned his studies? … But now it's a pity! People can do anything, why do I worry about the world where people learn God! ”

"You're really funny in the front row, you don't understand the world of learning gods!"

Returning to the stage, Wu Bai glanced at the audience at this time, and he continued to speak until the applause gradually subsided.

Yuan Zhi was stunned, he discovered a fact - it turned out that the greatest poet was not Sijie, not Wang Meng, not Shen Song, not Qian Liu, not Gao Cen, but the obscure and impoverished little poet of the last century.

Someone told Yuan Zhen: The author is very pitiful, he died in a foreign land, and was sent back to his hometown in Henan by his grandson for burial, without even an epitaph. Yuan Zhen rolled up his sleeves: "There is no epitaph, is there?" I'll write! ”

"We can still read this epitaph: the upper thin coquettish, the lower Shen Song, the words to seize Su Li, the anger to swallow Cao Liu, the lonely height of the face of Xie, the beauty of the miscellaneous Xu Yu, since the poet, there is no such beauty."

And speaking of this, Wu Bai's tone turned low again.

In his serious and serious expression, he is full of respect for the poet Du Fu.

"Du Fu died in 770. It was not until the ninth century that there was a trend of reading Du's poems in China. At that time, even Han Yu, the biggest V in the literary world, changed his WeChat signature: Li Du's article is here, and the light is long. ”

"After half a century of death, Du Fu finally completed a great counterattack in the history of Chinese literature. When I think about this story, I wonder a little: did he really not know the value of his poetry at all? ”

Two lines of poetry in his "Southern Expedition": A hundred years of singing self-suffering, but I have not seen a soulmate. These are the verses he left before his death. ”

"It seems that friendship is fair, Li Bai, Gao Shi, Cen Shen, you never regard me as a genius, so I have never regarded you as a bosom friend."

After that, Wu Bai bowed and ended his argument.

The audience is even more silent at the moment, and the audience is quiet!