At this moment, Wu Bai's voice continued to sound.
"This year, our Du Fu entered the poetry world as a scumbag. His voice was so small that it was almost inaudible: 'Hello everyone, I am a trumpet player.'"
"In the star-studded Tang Poetry Club, because he was a trumpet player, whenever a big V came in, he would stand up in a hurry, give up his seat to others, and work hard to make friends with others."
"On a certain day in a certain year, a big V who walked with a wind in his eyes opened the door and walked in. He sat down and put his feet on the coffee table. His name was Li Bai. At this time, Li Bai had been greatly canceled by Xuanzong and kicked out.
Imperial Capital.”
"Du Fu quickly stood up and greeted him, and sincerely held out his hands: 'Teacher Li, can we...be friends?'"
As soon as the three words "make friends" came out, Wu Bai paused for a moment.
After all, this is an important time for the poets, poets and immortals to meet through the ages!
At this moment, the audience in the audience was already laughing.
Now the barrage has gone crazy.
"Oh my God, it feels like the follow-up story of Li Bai last time I watched it. It's obviously a story, but it was made into a series for me!"
“The front row upstairs spoke my heart, and I’m already looking forward to the rest of it!”
"But Li Bai is so awesome, but why does Du Fu, the immortal poet, feel so sad and down?!"
"I feel the same way. I only have three words to describe how I feel. It's so miserable!"
"Suddenly I feel so sorry for Du Fu!"
...
The comments on the barrage expressed everyone’s feelings.
While the poet Li Bai was already shining brightly in the literary world, the poet Du Fu was just a fledgling newcomer.
Who would have thought that in later generations they would also be ranked as poets and poets!?
Wu Bai on the stage was still smiling and talking.
"People in later generations tried their best to exaggerate this handshake, saying it was 'the greatest encounter in four thousand years of history after Confucius met Lao Tzu' and 'the sun and the moon touched each other in the blue sky'!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the primary school students in the audience immediately 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 Immortal and the Poet Saint!
How amazing and brilliant this must be!
How wonderful this would be!
Countless people had pricked up their ears and listened carefully to what Wu Bai had to say.
However, to everyone's surprise, Wu Bai's voice suddenly deepened.
"However, the actual situation at the time was: trumpet Du Fu was simply a fan of the big v Li Bai. In those days, he accompanied Li Bai on sightseeing tours, drinking and having sex, and from time to time he cast admiring glances at the person next to him. In fact,
, and later throughout his life, he always admired, remembered, and missed Li Dav!"
"Bai Ye's poems are incomparable, and his thoughts are unparalleled."
"The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods"
"Literature is rich in talent and its spread will be unparalleled."
"Li Bai wrote a hundred poems and slept in a restaurant in Chang'an City"
…
At this time, one sentence after another of Li Bai's poems was recited by Wu Bai.
Sa Beining on the stage even nodded his head one after another. Wu Bai's reserve of ancient poems is really unparalleled.
At this time, the students in the audience were simply fascinated.
You know, this is the ancient poem that they hate the most and are least willing to memorize!
At this moment, everyone was so mesmerized that they couldn't help themselves.
Netizens in the live broadcast room were even more frantic now.
"6666666!"
"Niu Niu Niu Niu Niu Niu Niu! How could he blurt out so many ancient poems? I haven't memorized a single word!"
"Kneel down, kneel down! Sorry, I admit again that I came to earth just to be a denominator."
"Oh my god, I really feel like seeing the follow-up, Shixian is so awesome!"
"Brother Wu Bai is so awesome, isn't he? He just blurted it out and said it in a coherent manner without even thinking?!"
"This is simply Teacher Wu Bai's lecture, specifically introducing us to the poets of the Tang Dynasty!"
"Is this the strength of a top student? He can tell history so humorously! If Wu Bailai had been my history teacher, my history scores wouldn't have been so bad!"
.......
At this moment, Wu Bai did not stop talking, and his tone became even lower.
"Time passes year by year, and in the lively Tang Poetry Club, big Vs come and go one after another, including Wang Wei, Cen Shen, Chu Guangxi, Meng Haoran, Li Yong..."
"As a trumpet player, Du Fu often can't get a word in. He can only stand aside, with a restrained and sincere smile, and listen to the big V's talk."
"What's interesting is that at that time, it was very common for literati to sing to each other, and it was very common for them to compliment each other, but Du Fu's big V idols didn't even say a word to praise his poems, not even polite praise."
"Gradually, Du Fu got old. The hardships in life and the combination of poverty and illness accelerated him towards the end of his life."
After hearing this, Sa Beining and Long Yang on the stage lost their smiles.
At this time, they had clearly realized the profound meaning of Wu Bai's story.
At this time, the audience actually had a sour feeling in their noses.
"Du Fu is so powerful, but why doesn't anyone see him?"
"He has been chasing others, but he has never been chased!"
"I feel that if I time travel to Du Fu's body, I might not be able to survive in a few years..."
"What are you daydreaming about upstairs?!"
At this moment, everyone no longer had the hilarious mood just now, and 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 AD, the wind was biting. On a small boat from Tanzhou, Hunan to Yueyang, Du Fu fell ill and could no longer get up.
His left arm was already withered, and he could only hold on to his right hand with difficulty. He turned on his phone for the last time and looked at his official account [Zimei's Poems].
Yes, I have achieved nothing in this life. Until my death, I only had thirty or fifty fans.
When I was young, I was also frivolous. But compared with Li Bai, Gao Shi, Cen Shen, and Wang Wei, I was really far behind. They were all so talented.
However, for my friends, I have been loyal, friendly, grateful, and consistent. For my fans, I have been consistent in updating. I have written more than a thousand Wu Bai poems. I have done what a trumpet should do.
He closed his eyes, and [Zimei's poems] stopped updating forever."
At this point, Sa Beining's face became even more solemn, and the corners of Long Yang's mouth tightened even more.
At this moment, their eyes were full of deep respect for the poet Du Fu.
At this moment, the audience was even quieter, and the comment area in the live broadcast room was also blank.
Everyone expressed their high respect for the poet Du Fu in silent silence.
At this time, everyone saw this eternal figure, who had no talent and was not recognized, and lived a sad and miserable life! This chapter has been completed!