Chapter 167 Since the poet, there has never been such a beautiful person
And the next moment the barrage exploded.
"It's so painful to listen to this part..."
"Oh my God, this is what the Poet Sage experienced back then!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuah! It sounds so difficult to hear!"
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But Wu Bai's voice on the stage continued to ring.
"At that time, almost no one cared about his departure. In the Tang Dynasty poetry world where stars were shining brightly, who cared about a weak sixth-magnitude star."
"If I look through the poetry collections, celebrity lists, and writers' encyclopedias compiled by the Tang Dynasty at that time, Du Fu's name is nowhere to be found... The dust of history is slowly burying this trumpet."
When he said this sentence, Wu Bai's face was serious and his tone was extremely low.
As soon as this part came out, the audience at the scene all opened their mouths in surprise.
Many people just felt a steady stream of anger emerging from their hearts.
Such a great poet Du Fu was not taken seriously even after his death.
Is this really the pride of the times?
Or is it the sadness of the times?!
He was born in obscurity and died in glory.
At this moment, many netizens in the live broadcast room made crazy comments as if they were experiencing it personally.
"What's the use of being popular after death? Can it offset the hardships of life?"
"Oh my God, I just want to cry. In other words, the Great Poet never knew how great he was. No one ever affirmed him during his lifetime!"
"I just want to rush over and give the poet Du Fu a hug!"
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The discussion did not affect Wu Bai's performance at this time, and his voice changed slightly at this time.
It was slowly rising from its original low level, as if it had gained firm strength.
"Many years later, there was a man named Yuan Zhen, yes, he was the passionate seed who 'had once faced difficulties in the sea', and accidentally discovered this trumpet."
"He poked it in casually, read several articles in a row, and couldn't help but be shocked: Miracle! This is a miracle! What a great poet this guy is!"
"When these 1,000 Wu Bai poems are connected together, they are no longer poems, but a great documentary about an entire era!"
At this moment, Wu Bai's voice became more and more exciting.
The audience and the netizens in the live broadcast room were all silent, waiting more and more for his next words.
"Here is the flourishing age of the dynasty: recalling the heyday of the Kaiyuan Dynasty in the past, the small town still housed thousands of families. The rice was dripping with fat, the corn was white, and both the public and private barns were abundant."
"There are also the injustices of the times: the wine and meat of the wealthy families smells bad, and there are frozen bones on the road."
"There are horrific wars: Meng Dong's son of a good family in ten counties, his blood is Chen Taoze's blood." There is also the ecstasy of victory: "But see where my wife is worried, and she fills the book with poetry and is wild with joy."
"There is the heartbreaking pain of the common people: Don't let your eyes dry up, and you will shed tears. With eyes dry, you will see bones, and the world will be merciless." There are also numb and helpless sighs: "I know that it is evil to have a boy, but it is good to have a girl."
If you give birth to a girl, you still have to marry your neighbor, but if you give birth to a boy, you will have to live with your neighbor."
"I am moved by the reunion of old friends: the rain cuts the spring leeks at night, and the yellow beams in the new kitchen", "Tomorrow is across the mountains, and the world is boundless."
"There is also the reserve of self-admiration: there is a peerless beauty who lives in seclusion in an empty valley," "It's cold in the cold and my green sleeves are thin, and I lean against the bamboo at dusk."
"There are also startling flowers and joyful rain; there is the youthful Mount Tai and the desolate Dongting; there are Gongsun's swords and Cao Ba's paintbrushes..."
At this moment, this majestic and magnificent poem, like the momentum of thousands of troops, suddenly hit everyone's hearts, and the look of shock on everyone's faces was even more lasting.
Where are these ordinary lines of poetry!?
This is clearly a cry from the poet Du Fu to the times he lives in!
This is clearly a history of blood and tears in the Tang Dynasty that the poet saint Du Fu saw with his own eyes!
Sa Beining and Long Yang on the stage tightened their grip on the microphone.
They never expected that Wu Bai in front of them could express this ancient poem so passionately and passionately.
The two of them were obviously the hosts on stage and should have controlled the rhythm, but at this moment they could no longer control their instincts and took the lead in applauding.
As soon as the applause started, everyone in the audience became infected.
The same is true for Kang Hui who is backstage at the moment.
Now he couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Wu Bai in front of the screen.
Not to mention the netizens currently in the live broadcast room.
At this time, the screen was scrolling so fast that they could hardly see the text. The speed of the screen and the dense text already fully demonstrated their excitement.
"Fuck, fuck! Damn, I cried! I never expected that I would actually cry while listening to a language program!"
"Kneel down, kneel down, my brother has simply risen to a new level in my heart!"
"I got goosebumps all over my body when I heard it, and I still have goosebumps on my hands!"
"Brother Wu Bai is so awesome!"
"I saw Wu Bai participating in the show "The Immortal Classic" before. I thought he wanted to go into the entertainment industry, and I thought it was a pity. What if he neglected his studies? ...But now it's such a shame! He just doesn't know how to do anything.
Okay, why should I worry about the world of people studying God!"
"You are so funny in the front row, you don't understand the world of the God of Study!"
When he returned to the stage, Wu Bai glanced at the audience. He didn't continue until the applause slowed down.
"Yuan Zhen was stunned. He discovered a fact - it turned out that the greatest poet was not the Four Great Poets, not Wang Meng, not Shen Song, not Qian Liu, not Gao Cen, but the unknown and impoverished poet of the last century.
Little poet."
"Someone told Yuan Zhen: The author was very pitiful. He died in a foreign land and was sent all the way back to his hometown in Henan by his grandson for burial. There was not even an epitaph. Yuan Zhen rolled up his sleeves: "There is no epitaph, is there? I will write it!
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"We can still read this epitaph today: He was a coquettish man, but he should have fallen into the Song Dynasty. His words captured the Su and Li, his anger swallowed up Cao and Liu, he concealed his face and declined his aloofness, mixed with the grace of Xu and Yu. Since the time of the poet, there has never been anyone as beautiful as Zi.
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And when he said this, Wu Bai's tone turned low again.
His serious expression showed full respect for the poet Du Fu.
"Du Fu died in 770. It was not until the ninth century AD that the trend of reading Du's poems emerged in China. At that time, even the biggest literary figure, Han Yu, changed his WeChat signature: Li Du's article is here, and the glory will last forever."
"Half a century after his death, Du Fu finally completed a great counterattack in the history of Chinese literature. Whenever I think of this story, I am a little confused: Did he really not know the value of his poetry at all?"
"Two lines from his "Southern Expedition": I have been suffering for hundreds of years and have never found a close friend. These are the lines he left before his death."
"It seems that friendship is fair. Li Bai, Gao Shi, Cen Shen, you have never regarded me as a genius, so I have never regarded you as close friends."
After speaking, Wu Bai bowed and ended his discussion.
The audience was completely silent at this moment, and the whole place was quiet! This chapter has been completed!