The poet Du Fu appeared in front of the public for the first time!
At this moment, it seemed that everyone who had watched this episode was stunned.
The protagonist of this story is very sadistic.
But he looks so awesome!
Countless poems handed down from ancient times came out from Du Fu's mouth and pen in the program.
【There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy.】
[When you reach the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains.]
[Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.]
【Reading break rolls, getting a God】
【The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is springy with deep vegetation.】
[Er Cao's body and name will be destroyed, and the rivers will not be destroyed forever.]
[The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are howling in mourning, the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan, the boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in.]
Du Fu, who was walking on the edge of the collapse of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, used his pen to prop up the sky of the broken Tang Dynasty.
At the same time, it also shocked the hearts of the audience.
Everyone who has read this issue has only one thought in their mind.
Qi Ji is going to become a god!
These poems, even if only one is written, can be written into the history of poetry of this era.
But under the pen of Qi Ji and in the hands of Du Fu, literary thoughts surged like a fountain, and countless genius-like sentences were scattered wildly around the world as if they were free of money.
Shocked the souls of countless people.
"Oh my God! Forgive me for being uneducated! Is this really a fucking human being!?"
"Qi Ji is going crazy with the killing, he is really going to go crazy with the killing!"
"Du Fu, the sage of poetry, is unprecedented!"
"Qi Ji really wrote down an entire era!"
"I really don't know how to praise you! Every sentence and every word is written deeply into my heart! Qi Ji, this is so good!"
"Who else!! Qi Ji, the number one person in the world of contemporary poetry!!"
"Just relying on the role of Du Fu, Qi Ji is enough to become a god! A hundred years later, a thousand years later, he will be praised by thousands of people!"
Du Fu's appearance was like a nuclear bomb, bombing the entire network.
Weibo hot search, the top ten were directly contracted by this program.
【Poet Saint Du Fu!】
【Poetic Immortal Qi Ji!】
[Is Qi Ji an alien? This is a Blue Star person who can grow a brain!?]
[Qi Ji has been made a god! Everyone, please worship!]
[Qi Ji’s 100 poems about drinking wine!]
【Who can tell me how Qi Ji did it!】
[In Du Fu’s poems, the feelings of family and country are so important! Worry about the country and the people!]
【This is Qi Ji!】
[Du Fu’s poems are indeed incompatible with the prosperous Tang Dynasty!]
Discussions on related topics exceeded one billion views in less than an hour.
This night is a carnival for the Chinese people.
Whether you like poetry or not.
All of them were struck by Du Fu's poems.
Because there are so many good sentences.
Everyone can find a line that suits him or her from Du Fu's poems!
This is the power of the Poet!
This is the huge power of Tang poetry!
The entire network and major forums were all blocked by Du Fu!
Time Network.
Netizens flocked to the second season of "Singing Around the World" and gave this variety show full marks!
"The plot continues to get better! But I have to say one thing, once Du Fu comes out, nothing else will work! Full marks!"
"In the foreseeable future, Qi Ji will be able to become a god with the help of the Five Thousand Years Series! He will become immortal!"
"To put it bluntly, no matter how big of a mistake Qi Ji makes now, everyone can forgive him!"
"This is not a human being, this is really a god!"
"If this is also called fictional history, then I hope, Modo Modo!"
"I hope Qi Ji will not be affected by previous public opinions on the Internet. He must complete the creation of this series in his lifetime!"
Tiger pounces.
"Killing crazy! Qi Ji has gone crazy killing! I don't allow anyone who hasn't watched the latest issue of "Singing Around the World"!"
"Du Fu is simply a god!"
"Did Qi Ji write all these poems himself? Is this something a Chinese can do?"
Chinese poetry forums, martial arts forums, science fiction forums, etc. are all filled with "Poetry Saint Du Fu" and "news that Qi Ji went crazy."
At the largest historical forum in China, the most vocal voice was not Du Fu himself.
It’s the countless fans of Qi Ji and the passers-by who were attracted by Du Fu’s second book.
Everyone was spraying like crazy.
Because before the program was broadcast, the mainstream voice on the entire forum was that Qi Ji was fabricating history, and the program should be banned.
But now, it's the other way around.
"You idiots, aren't you stupid because you read history?"
"Qi Ji can write about Du Fu, but what about you? You only read ready-made history books! Every day you feel complacent because you read some unofficial history in some shabby book that others don't know about!"
"Let's learn from Qi Ji, work harder, contribute to society, and unleash the talents of your brain. Although this is not reading history, Qi Ji is making history!"
The Internet army is swarming.
As for the history buffs, no one dared to speak.
The Weibo account of realist master Liang Dongcai was directly exploded.
He is a living subject of reality in China.
His dominance in this subject is very powerful.
But this time, things have changed.
Originally, when he criticized Qi Ji, netizens didn't have much to say.
After all, his status is here.
But when Du Fu came out.
Qi Ji, this is like putting a bullet in everyone's hands.
Because Du Fu's own story, if we really want to count it, can actually be regarded as a realistic theme.
Although completely fictitious, the core of Du Fu's story is profound and concerned about the country and the people.
This is actually somewhat consistent in starting point with many realistic-themed works that focus on the people and the lives of ordinary people in the streets and alleys.
then.
Netizens fired up.
"I didn't tell you that. You said that Dongliang Dongcai has lived to such a long time, and if you don't take good care of yourself in old age, why would you come out and wade into this muddy water?"
"Look at Du Fu written by Qi Ji. How high is this perspective? How profound is the suffering in Qi Ji's writing! Unlike you, in order to put the hat of suffering on the protagonist, you will only give the protagonist a cuckold!"
"Hahaha! What you said upstairs is really good! Many realistic writers, in order to reflect the authenticity of their works, will basically write about cheating and cuckoldry in their stories!"
"Teacher Liang, you should go home for dinner! Qi Ji's writing skills...although he is filming a variety show, he is much better than you! What's more, Qi Ji has written so many top-notch poems!
All are top-notch poems! Do you think future generations will remember your works or Qi Ji’s works a hundred years from now?"
Netizens were furious and vented with vengeance.
But I don't know if it was because it was too late, Liang Dongcai had already gone to bed.
So even though his Weibo was already in a turmoil of war, he himself remained motionless.
It was as if he didn't know anything about it.
the next day.
Everyone at Chaoyang TV Station surrounded the station director Li Dajun.
Everyone has strong desire in their eyes!
Because in Li Dajun's hands, it was last night's ratings of "Singing Tour of the World by Du Fu"!
"Director, please tell me quickly!"
"Yes, yes! Say it quickly! I'm really anxious to death!"
"Last night's real-time ratings, at their peak, exceeded 2.3%!"
"Stop being so pretentious!"
Li Dajun coughed twice, looked around him, and after exchanging glances with everyone, he slowly said with excitement: "2.21%!"
"Wow! Oh my gosh! Isn't this the highest ratings I've ever seen in my career?"
"It's so powerful! This is a god-level variety show!"
"Du Fu is too strong, Teacher Qi Ji is too strong!"
"When Du Fu, the poet saint, appeared, it was simply a massacre!"
Almost at the same time.
Looking for Chaoyang Poetry Association, there was also a cheer.
"Teacher Qi Ji, YYDS!"
"Hurry up and print out all the poems written by Du Fu as quickly as possible. In the next month, we don't have to do anything else but study all Du Fu's works carefully!"
"Can you invite Teacher Qi Ji over and tell everyone about your poetry creation experience? That's awesome!"
"The endless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in! This is simply a stroke of genius! I really don't know how to write such a word!? Is this something that a young man in his twenties can write?
?If I hadn’t known that this was Qi Ji, I would have even thought that this was a work written by an old man in his 70s and 80s who condensed his entire life!”
Shangjing Poetry Association.
The place is empty at the moment, no one is there.
Because, the entire Shangjing Poetry Association members are under the leadership of president Zhang Dongshui.
Those who had time came to Fang Xing's Tingshi Xuan today.
This place was bought by Fang Xing as a place for many history lovers to communicate.
Normally there are people coming and going.
But at this moment, nearly a hundred people blocked the door.
There is strong anger on each of their faces!
Qi Ji and Du Fu's chapter appeared.
Everyone who loves poetry feels the most enjoyable touch from the depths of their soul.
Qi Ji used countless poems to cleanse everyone's body and mind.
At this moment, in everyone's minds, Qi Ji has become a god!
But even such a masterpiece as "Du Fu" almost couldn't be broadcast because of the criticism from villains like Fang Xing.
When everyone thinks about the countless masterpieces in this issue, they almost missed it.
Everyone immediately became angry.
Without reading Qi Ji's poems, wouldn't this be killing everyone?
Fang Xing, this old boy, is not a good person!
"Fang Xing, get out of here and apologize to Qi Ji!"
"Damn it! You almost destroyed a great poet of a prosperous country, did you know that?"
"Although Qi Ji is writing fictional historical stories, he is also creating history! And you, what do you think? A hundred years later, you will just be the number as the denominator in the population statistics! And Qi Ji,
He is the one who can truly represent this era!"
"That's right! Qi Ji is making history! And you are trying to destroy history! Fortunately, you have not succeeded, otherwise, you will be sinners through the ages!"
Isn’t it just a slap in the face?
We are all literati, who is afraid of whom?
The melon-eaters passing by looked over in confusion.
At first, no one knew what was happening.
But after understanding the whole story...
"Damn it! Is this the one Fang Xing scolded Qi Ji in here? What a bastard! Get out of here and see if I don't beat you up!"
"Qi Ji is the contemporary poet! Who dares to slander him?"
"These people who read history books have damaged their brains, right?"
Some media rushed over and put what was happening here online.
Netizens were excited.
"Well done!"
"I, the Magic City Poetry Association, punch you in the air!"
"These idiots! Finally got a beating!"
"How can a work like Qi Ji's be hacked? I don't know what's going on in these people's minds right now!"
The door to Ting Shi Xuan was always closed, with no one responding.
A small county town thousands of miles away from Beijing.
Liang Dongcai got up, bought breakfast, and slowly ate his breakfast while sitting in the morning sun.
Then, his son rushed over and told him "Qi Ji Du Fu".
At the same time, I also showed him some poems.
Liang Dongcai ate the buns slowly and slowly.
Not long.
The half-eaten bun fell to the ground in his hand.
And his mouth opened wide because of shock.
"Is this really a poem written by Qi Ji? And it's not just one poem, but dozens of poems?"
Liang Dongcai couldn't hide the shock in his eyes, and he asked his son repeatedly.
As he spoke, his mouth trembled slightly.
He has watched history his whole life.
He still has some cultural background.
Each of these poems that my son showed me was of top quality.
Works of this level have not been produced in China for many years.
But just last night, on Qi Ji's program, dozens of songs were played at once!?
"Dad, it's absolutely true! If this is ghostwriting, then the person behind Qi Ji can only be a god!" The son's voice became louder due to excitement.
It's like yelling at your own father.
But Liang Dongcai no longer cares about his son's disrespect for him.
He just feels like his head hurts now.
The whole world seems to be spinning.
He seemed to have lost sight of reality and illusion.
Yongzhou.
Mu Yunxiu's parents' house.
"Dad, Dad, okay, okay, I really can't drink anymore!"
The father-in-law held up the wine glass and had already drank half a catty with Qi Ji. Qi Ji could no longer hold it in.
But the father-in-law still had excitement on his face, and he insisted on drinking with Qi Ji: "You are Shixian, I must get Shixian drunk today!"
My father-in-law said, but he was obviously drunk.
He is really happy today.
Du Fu wrote it into his heart.
When Qi Ji came today, he took Qi Ji to drink.
Even in his expression, there was no trace of his father-in-law's identity.
But it's a kind of pride... I had a drink with Shixian.