Chapter 72 Without Li Bai, it doesn’t seem to have much impact
Many old fans have come out to clean up the rules.
"Please be careful when speaking upstairs, otherwise you will be kicked out of the live broadcast room and banned."
"Brother, don't worry, there are always a few black guys in every live broadcast room."
"Sister Xiaomai, don't pay attention to them. They just envy you for being educated."
"Yes, the live broadcast room is full of good and bad, and there are all kinds of trolls..."
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Seeing the fans in the live broadcast room starting to comfort him, gratitude flashed across Xiaomai's face, but his smile turned bitter.
What is the use of ancient poetry?
This question has been asked over and over again during her live broadcast.
Many people will say that teachers can teach and educate people, doctors can cure diseases and save people, and judges can punish bad people. What about poets?
She has repeatedly explained that in the past, in order to realize one's ideals, one must first be able to write poetry, because poetry was one of the examination subjects at that time.
On the other hand, in that era, writing poetry was people's daily life. Therefore, they became poets.
Many people will ask, that was the need of the past era. If any job today does not require writing poetry, then why do we still need to read and recite poetry?
Every time I ask this question, Wheat becomes extremely powerless.
How could it be useless?
Poems, lyrics and rhymes are the most beautiful in the world!
But how can she explain the beauty in her heart to everyone?!
Wu Bai on the opposite side seemed to see the embarrassment in Xiaomai's eyes, and now he gently and proactively spoke out to help.
"Why we need poetry is because in addition to survival, we also need beauty."
As soon as these words came out, the wheat eyes across from him suddenly lit up.
This clearly spoke to her heart.
Wu Baiqing's gentle voice rang out.
"Remember when the Anshi Rebellion broke out, Xuanzong fled with his close associates. Du Fu was imprisoned in Chang'an City by the rebels. He didn't know the current situation of his family outside the city, nor where he was going, nor what would happen to the country. All he could feel was the flames of war.
There is a lot of flying, and the lives are in ruins.
Is it beautiful to see a life in ruins? Of course not. But when Du Fu depicts a life in ruins, it becomes like a flower splashing with tears when the time comes, and a bird that hates others and is frightened."
As soon as these words came out, the entire live broadcast room couldn't help but become silent.
Wu Bai's words continued.
"Moreover, Liu Yuxi failed to participate in the Yongzhen Revolution and was demoted from Chang'an to serve as the governor of Lianzhou. After leaving Chang'an City, the court officials thought the punishment was too light and asked for a heavier punishment, so he was demoted one after another.
Such a series of behaviors can only be described as bloody at the moment. Is it beautiful? It’s not beautiful at all!
But when Liu Yuxi returned to Beijing ten years later, he saw that thousands of peach trees in Xuandu were all planted by Liu Lang after he left. How cool and joyful!"
Netizens in the live broadcast room originally laughed heartily when they heard the word "dog blood", but after hearing this, many people in the live broadcast room became quiet again.
At this time, Wu Bai looked at Xiaomai opposite, and said gently, "Sister Xiaomai, what do you think?"
Wheat had already recovered his condition, and he spoke with the same smile.
"There is also Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty, who was reduced from an emperor to a prisoner. In the small building in the deep courtyard, he saw the defeat of losing his country, the shame of destroying the foundation of his ancestors, and even the feeling that he would never be able to return to his motherland.
despair.
The frustration, humiliation, and despair here are certainly not beautiful. But what did Li Yu say?
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward, how sad and beautiful it is?"
As if his mind had opened up, Xiaomai continued talking without any lag.
"There is also the "Xiaoxuan window, where Su Shi mourned his deceased wife, dressing up, looking at each other speechlessly, only a thousand lines of tears",
When Cui Hu misses love, "the human face is nowhere to be seen, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze",
When Xin Qiji's great ambition was not fulfilled, he said, "Even more, after several storms, spring came back in a hurry."
None of these realities are beautiful, but in poetry, they are all incredibly beautiful!"
This breath of expression was not prepared at all, and the increasingly urgent tone revealed Xiaomai's true thoughts.
This is why she has always been willing to be a book blogger!
It’s because she really loves the beauty of poetry!
At this time, the live broadcast room was already flooding the screen like crazy.
"Oh my god! Is this something you can blurt out?"
"I, I, I...I'm sorry, I'm illiterate!"
"I was wrong, I admit that my Chinese was taught by my physical education teacher!"
"Kneel down under my sister's pomegranate skirt! This is how you can truly be full of poetry and calligraphy!"
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Seeing the barrage filled with rows of exclamation marks, Wu Bai added another word.
“The former green eaves and white tiles have turned into anti-theft window nets and glass curtain walls, and the smell of concrete is everywhere.
What was once an ordinary alleyway has become a business district, and traffic jams are measured by the hour.
The pavilions and pavilions along the Yangtze River in Cangshan Mountain have now become one scenic spot after another.
Some people may say that this is an age without poetry.
But when you stand in a building with dozens of floors and look around, it is either steel and concrete or sand and dust haze, but in your heart you can have "the eaves fly over the stream, and the windows fall into the pavilion with clouds".
When you travel through the city, you take the subway for six stops and the bus for three stops, you are tired of running around, but in your heart you can think, "There are horses and horses in the winding lanes and skewed streets, and there is a small bridge and flowing water."
When you walk in a crowded scenic spot, you can no longer tell whether it is the red flowers on the branches or the red flag in the hands of the tour guide, but in your heart you can have "the green trees are thick and the summer is long, and the towers are reflected in the pond" and "the winding path leads to the lake"
In a secluded place, the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees!"
Wu Bai's voice was neither fast nor slow, but seemed to carry power that penetrated people's hearts.
The barrage has gone crazy.
"Mom, I, I, I, I, I feel so uneducated!"
"Why don't I have a Chinese teacher like Wu Bai!"
"Ah ah ah ah, can you let me go back to the first grade of elementary school and learn Chinese again!"
"I'm sorry, I'm holding you back!"
While the screen was filled with shock, there were still a few vaguely confused comments.
"But I just don't like memorizing poetry, especially the road to Shu, which is so difficult and deadly!"
"Is Li Bai's road to Shu difficult? Brother, I mourn three minutes of silence for you!"
"Why did Li Bai write such a poem? It really cost me my life!"
"I just went to check, and Li Bai alone wrote many poems in the past. Damn it, if it weren't for Li Bai, I would have memorized so many less ancient poems!"
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Looking at these barrages of people who still dislike poetry, Xiaomai felt faintly sorry.
These are the same problems that I have encountered in the past.
Unexpectedly, Wu Bai was also faced with her problem.
Just as her mood became heavier, Wu Bai spoke.
"Without Li Bai, it doesn't seem to have much impact."
As soon as these words came out, Xiaomai raised his head fiercely.
Wu Bai, what are you talking about?
At the same time, the barrages in the live broadcast room also flooded the screen like crazy. This chapter has been completed!