What made Mr. Huang feel very relieved was that in the next few days of the drama festival, Zhang Huan really didn't do anything.

This is mainly because he and Li Qian were pulled by the old gentlemen and were busy working on the whole book of "The Peony Pavilion".

And, a thing of the tour.

Although the opening performance with Li Qian and "A Flower Doesn't Get Old", the popularity did not dissipate at the end of the theater festival.

However, it has also brought a lot of attention to the festival itself and other youth groups.

All in all, it was the most successful festival ever.

So much so that when it was time to finally summarize, Mr. Huang and the others all sighed.

If this can be done every year, then Yanhua's drama will be able to develop to unprecedented heights.

But it's not that easy to do, and it's up to them whether they can replicate this success next year.

It's a bit of a shame to think about it now, given that this year has been so successful.

Well, the first thing that should be done is, of course, celebrating.

After participating in the celebration banquet held by the organizer represented by Mr. Huang, Zhang Huan and the others should continue on the road.

"The green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, and we will have a period in the future."

Since they are still wearing Hanfu, they should say goodbye in an ancient style.

Zhang Huan said goodbye to Mr. Huang and others, and went up to the last of the six ancient towns: Xitang.

Then, from Jiaxing down, I finally came to Hangzhou, and met with the people of the Poetry Association again.

"Teacher Zhang Huan, meet again."

The president greeted Zhang Huan with a smile, "Come, I'll introduce you to ...... again."

After coming to West Lake, Zhang Huan and their original mighty team had only four people left.

Aside from the trio, the only remaining flying guest is Yang Koi.

There's no way, Boss Yang and their schedules are very full, and all kinds of announcements are so busy that their feet don't touch the ground.

Li Qian originally planned to take a break, but because of "The Peony Pavilion", she was cooperating with the Kunqu Opera Troupe.

So, after the festival ended, they separated.

It's okay for Yang Koi to be around, it's better to continue to follow the program team to accumulate exposure.

The team of the Poetry Association this time is twice as large as them, a total of five older people and three young and middle-aged people.

Coming back to the show again, the president feels a lot more natural.

Without the kind of deliberateness that I had prepared a long time ago and waited to read the poem out of the place.

It seems that during this time, they also thought and adjusted.

It's just that those older ones are a little bit of a bit of a sense of relying on the old and selling the old, and they are very powerful.

"Hello teachers, welcome to Happy Yanhuaxing."

When Zhang Huan greeted them, they didn't use their nostrils to breathe.

Such a reaction made Zhang Huan stunned for a moment, and I didn't offend them.

Seeing this, Xiao Sa hurriedly came out to interrupt this subtlety, "Teachers, should we go to the lake first or go to watch the tide first?" ”

The tide of the Qiantang River is a wonder that has been famous all over the world since ancient times.

Since the beginning of the Han Dynasty, there has been a trend of watching the tide of Qiantang, which reached its peak after the Tang and Song dynasties, and has been spread to the present.

If you want to better feel the magnificent shock of the Qiantang tide, it is best to do it around the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It's not a coincidence that it's still far from that day.

But don't be too disappointed, although it didn't catch the autumn tide, but the spring tide is actually good.

"If you want to visit the West Lake, you can swim at any time, since you have caught the spring tide of the Qiantang River, then you should go to watch the tide first."

It was the old gentlemen who made the decision, and they were already ahead of the curve when they finished speaking.

This is, unquestionable attitude.

This little sprinkle is a little bit untidy, although he asked this because he wanted the people of the Poetry Association to decide.

But even so, shouldn't we be polite?

When I was in Wuzhen, the old gentlemen I met were very polite, kind and warm.

I met a group of people of the same age and identity, but with completely different attitudes, and I was really a little uncomfortable.

They don't care about these things, since they say that they want to go to the tide first, then go to the tide first.

The Qiantang River originated from the Xin'an River in Anhui and Hui, and was directly called Zhejiang.

Under the leadership of a group of people from the Poetry Association, Zhang Huan and the others went down the river and came to the best place to watch the tide on the Qiantang River——

Haining.

The Qiantang tide is caused by tidal phenomena, so it is the most spectacular around the Mid-Autumn Festival in a year.

And at the beginning of each month and in the middle of the month, you can still see it.

Zhang Huan When they came, there were also a lot of tourists at the tide viewing point.

When the tide rushes at a height of nearly three meters, the shocking feeling triggers bursts of cheers.

Such an exciting scene made several old gentlemen of the Poetry Association unable to hold back, as if they were back in their youth.

I glanced at the photographer, and it was indeed on me.

So he stood with his hands in his hands and recited the poem with full of energy.

You come up with a song, and everyone praises and applauds.

Then I'll do a song, and everyone will tout it again in a different way.

A few old gentlemen come and go, and the scene is happy, not to mention the remaining young and middle-aged people, the president can't get in.

Yang Koi couldn't stand it for a long time, and at this time he quietly poked Zhang Huan.

Hiding behind him and muttering, "Why do I feel that these people are a bit noisy? ”

He shrugged, and Bingbing followed: "Where are people carrying sedan chairs to each other, don't you show your hand to let them see it?" ”

Qiantang tide watching is a fashion that has existed since ancient times, and needless to say, there must be countless related poems.

Li Bai, Xin Qiji, Su Shi and others all have works with the theme of Qiantang Chao, and he can copy them softly.

But seeing those people entertaining themselves so much, it is not an exaggeration to say that Tian is shameless.

In this case, he really couldn't even raise the interest of copying.

Compared with poetry, he now thinks of Lu Zhishen in "Water Margin".

He doesn't cultivate good results in his life, he only loves to kill people and set fires.

Suddenly, the golden rope was opened, and the jade lock was torn off here.

Hey! The tide on the Qiantang River came to me, and today I know that I am me.

Although Lu Zhishen is known for his reckless image, he has nothing to do with poetry and songs.

But just these few words before his death also easily beat those literary bigwigs.

It's a pity that there is no "Water Margin" in this time and space, and it is not appropriate for Zhang Huan to copy this sentence directly.

So, do you want to copy "Water Margin" by the way?

Just as the thought was on his mind, the president had already come to him.

"Teacher Zhang Huan, what everyone is looking forward to the most is you, I don't know what masterpieces you have?"

The president turned everyone's attention away, and the others looked at him proudly, very authoritatively.

Zhang Huan paused, and he seemed even more unrestrained when he was not interested.

As soon as he arched his hand, he said: "Several teachers are inscribed poems on the top, and I, Zhang Huan, have a view." ”

"President, they've written so well that I don't need to be ugly."

He said it modestly, but no one believed him, because everyone could see that he was too perfunctory.