Entertainment From Divorce: Chapter 685 Mid-Autumn Festival No. 1 word

Chapter 685 Mid-Autumn Festival No. 1 word

The title of the fortieth episode of "Wulin Biography" is - Celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day trip to the dream, reunited at the inn after suffering.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone was homesick and depressed. Xiao Guo thought that if he hadn't come here and continued to roam the rivers and lakes, he might be a generation of heroines now. Dazui said, if I had been a head catcher, I might be one of the four great catchers by now. Bai Zhantang believes that if he learned medical skills at the beginning, he would already be a generation of genius doctors now. Everyone's assumptions, in a magical moment, dreams come true...

The plot of this episode is very exciting, and the screenwriter's brains have opened up, making the audience hooked.

But what attracts the audience the most is the background music played at the end of this episode, or in other words, this background music adapted from lyrics.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it is. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to find out the shadows, so it seems to be in the world."

"Turning to Zhuge, a lowly home, and no sleep. There should be no hatred. What is the long-term goodbye? There are joys and sorrows in people, and the moon has cloudy and sunny. "

And when the fortieth episode of "Wulin Biography" ended, using this poem as an introduction, the entire Internet exploded in an instant.

Most people don't have a deep study of poetry, but in a modern society with a high degree of education, there are still basic aesthetics.

For this poem, everyone can appreciate its beauty.

Late at night, Weibo, "Wulin Biography" topic discussion group.

"Oh my God, after watching the fortieth episode, I was stunned by that poem. It was so beautifully written, so I went to the Internet to check it out. Heh, there was no shadow of that poem at all. This is Teacher Tan Yue wrote it, right?"

"Teacher Tan Yue must have written it, and it's not like he hasn't written it before."

"In terms of talent, I really admire Teacher Tan Yue, it's amazing!"

"I wish you a long life, and a thousand miles away. This is the best word I've ever heard written about Mid-Autumn Festival, and after it's made into music, it sings very well."

noon.

In the capital, Chen Ye's home.

When Chen Ye came home from get off work, he could smell the smell of fresh leeks. When he came to the kitchen, he saw his father making dumplings, stuffed with leeks and eggs.

"Dad, are you eating dumplings today?" Chen Ye asked.

Seeing his daughter, Chen Jian nodded and waved: "Your mother is coming back soon, wash your hands quickly, come and help me make dumplings, and if you delay your mother's lunch break later, she won't let you go."

"Cut." Chen Ye rolled his eyes in disdain, but he went to wash his hands and help his father make dumplings.

The family situation of the Chen family is that females are superior to males, and Ye Wen attaches great importance to lunch breaks. If mother's lunch break is delayed, Chen Ye will be fine, and the humble father will probably be miserable.

Chen Ye moved a chair, sat opposite to his father, rolled up his sleeves and started making dumplings.

After wrapping for a while, Chen Ye looked at his father and said, "Dad, my friend wrote a poem. I'll read it to you. Would you like to comment on it?"

Although Chen Ye's father, Chen Jian, is a strict wife at home, the main reason is that Ye Wen's status is too high. Chen Jian is still very famous in the capital. He is a professor at the School of Liberal Arts of Capital University and the honorary chairman of the Beijing Poetry Association. Cultural attainments are very deep.

Usually, if someone wants to visit him, there may not be a way.

Chen Jian raised his eyebrows, and while making dumplings, he said: "Okay, just tell me, and I will give you, my friend, some advice."

Obviously, Chen Jian didn't care too much.

But this is normal. When it comes to dealing with affairs or messing around in the workplace, his level is really immature, but when it comes to literary works or poetry, then he can talk for three days and three nights.

Moreover, he himself is the honorary chairman of the Beijing Poetry Association, and he usually writes poems and lyrics. He writes more than a dozen poems every year, and two of them have been selected into the teaching aids for middle school students. It is also enough to prove Chen Jian's ability in poetry.

Chen Ye smiled, recalled a bit, and said to his father: "Dad, I told you, you can listen."

After finishing speaking, Chen Ye began to read in a rhythmic tone.

After reading the last word, Chen Jian was stunned. The dumpling wrapper in his hand fell on the table at some point, and the filling inside was scattered.

"Where is Xia Que? Read it quickly." Chen Jian couldn't help urging.

Regarding his father's reaction, Chen Ye couldn't help laughing, and then, under Chen Jian's urging, he read out the second part of the poem, "Zuan Zhu Ge, low Qi household, Zhao Wumian. There should be no hatred, what's the matter?" Farewell to the perfect time? People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxing and waning. This matter is difficult in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long time and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles."

When Chen Ye finished reading "I wish you a long life, we will share the joys and joys of thousands of miles away", Chen Jian's already big eyes widened, and he said loudly: "Good words, this is really a good word, it's so well written!"

Chen Ye snorted, looked at his father and asked, "Dad, how is this poem better than yours?"

"The difference between cloud and mud!" Chen Jian said solemnly.

Chen Ye said: "Who is the mud? Who is the cloud?"

Chen Jian coughed lightly in embarrassment, "Of course I'm mud."

Chen Jian is also full of rhetoric, but when he heard this poem, the sense of amazement, the trembling and excitement from the heart are really indescribable.

"Which master's word is this? What's the name of the word?" Chen Jian asked.

Chen Jian had just finished speaking, and before Chen Ye could answer, a gentle female voice came from outside the kitchen, "This was written by Tan Yue, and it appeared in the fortieth episode of "Wulin Biography" yesterday, by the way, Xiao Ye , do you know what the title of this poem is? It doesn’t seem to be written on TV.”

The one who came in with the voice was Chen Ye's mother, Chen Jian's wife, Ye Wen, director of the General Administration of Culture.

It turned out that Ye Wen had returned home when Chen Jian and Chen Ye were talking, but they were too focused to notice Ye Wen's return.

Chen Ye shook his head and said, "I don't know about this either, so I'll ask Mr. Tan later."

Ye Wen pulled a chair and sat down, and said: "This poem is very popular now, and everyone is discussing it. Some people say that once this poem comes out, no one will dare to write Mid-Autumn Festival poems in the future."

Chen Jian nodded sympathetically. Compared with Ye Wen and Chen Ye's mother and daughter, he is a professional poet, and he understands the amazing and excellent of this poem better.

After finishing speaking, Chen Jian put down the dumpling wrapper in his hand, stood up and walked out of the kitchen.

Seeing his father's sudden action, Chen Ye quickly shouted: "Dad, what are you doing?"

Chen Jian waved his hands without looking back, "You guys do it first, I have something to do."

Chen Ye shook his head and looked at his mother beside him. Such a brave father is really rare.

Ye Wen sat where Chen Jian was sitting just now, smiled lightly, and said, "Let's have two friends, he must have heard good words, and couldn't help showing off to his fellow poetry lovers."

"Oh." Chen Ye nodded, once again realizing in his heart that Tan Yue's poem was really well written.

In the past, Chen Ye occasionally saw some poems on the Internet, and the reviews on the Internet were good. Chen Ye also thought it was good, so he showed it to his father. However, in her opinion, those poems that were very good had a beautiful artistic conception. Those poems, in the eyes of my father, are not good, and they can often say a lot of problems, and these problems are all well-founded.

Only this time, after listening to the Mid-Autumn Festival Ci written by Tan Yue, my father was full of praise.

From this, Chen Ye could also see that Tan Yue's poem was really well written.

Chen's study.

After Chen Jian arrived at the study, he first looked up the Mid-autumn poem that his daughter just said on the Internet, and immediately called several good friends after reciting it.

"Hey, Lao Wang, I just got a very good Mid-Autumn Festival poem"

"Old Zhang, don't talk yet. When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky. I don't know what year it is. I hope that people will last forever and enjoy the beauty of thousands of miles. Hey, Lao Zhang, are you still there? Hello? Hello? Hello? "

"When will Mingyue have something? Call this poet for the anniversary of the association? His status is unusual, I will try my best."

After making a few phone calls, Chen Jian put down his phone, thought for a while, opened Weibo, and wrote an evaluation and sentiment about this Mid-Autumn Festival poem.

Chen Jian, as a professor of the School of Liberal Arts of Capital University, and the honorary chairman of the Capital Poetry Association, also has hundreds of thousands of fans on Weibo. In the specific circle of poetry and literature, the influence is still very large.

In the midst of being influenced by this Mid-autumn poem, inspiration burst out, and within four or five minutes, Chen Jian wrote out his own evaluation of this Mid-autumn poem.

After that, it took another 20 minutes to make some revisions. After confirming that there was no problem, Chen Jian posted his views on this poem on Weibo, and at the same time suggested that netizens who like ancient poems can take a look at this The first Mid-Autumn Festival Ci.

"Today, I came across a stunning Mid-Autumn Ci from a young girl. As soon as this Ci came out, all Mid-Autumn Ci in ancient times was overshadowed. In terms of feelings, I won't say much, because for a specific analysis, it is necessary to understand the life background of the poet. And each poem has different feelings in the eyes of different readers, so I don’t have much to say, but today I will just talk about the technique of this poem.”

"The first half of the poem is written vertically, and the second half is written horizontally. The first half is the innovation of ancient myths, and it is also the gradual development of ancient Mid-Autumn Ci. .In terms of layout, the upper part rises from the air, and the entrance seems empty; the lower part is full of waves, returning to the virtual and turning into reality."

After Chen Jian posted this Weibo post, it quickly attracted many fans to watch.

"Wow, did Teacher Chen Jian pay attention to this poem?"

"I was also stunned by this poem today. I went to look up the source of this poem. It is really unimaginable that such a good poem is actually written by an entertainment star."

"Yeah, Tan Yue really raised the upper limit of the entertainment industry by himself. I have always known that he is talented. When this poem came out today, I really admire him."

"Good guy, I was going to watch "Wulin Biography", but I didn't expect this song to become popular in the end."

"Teacher Chen Jian spoke highly of this poem."

"This poem is really great. Not only Mr. Chen Jian, but teachers like Hu Yue and Chen Zhi all said that this poem is well written."

After Chen Jian browsed the comment area of his Weibo, he realized that several familiar poems had already commented on this Mid-Autumn Festival poem on Weibo.

Hu Yue, a contemporary poet in Huaguo, commented: "This Mid-Autumn Festival poem is very well written. The author uses image description techniques to outline a realm atmosphere where the moon is in the sky, relatives are thousands of miles away, and loneliness is far away, which contrasts with his own mood of independence from the world. It is integrated with the myths and legends of the past, and infiltrated with strong philosophical meaning in the waxing and waning of the moon, it can be said to be a sighing work that highly integrates nature and society."

Chen Zhi, a talented poet whose work has been selected into primary school textbooks, praised this poem even more, "I personally think that the poem "When will the moon be there" is the best one among the poems about Mid-Autumn Festival. This poem seems to be It is a dialogue with Mingyue, in which the meaning of life is explored. It is both rational and interesting, very thought-provoking. I used to always feel that there is something in my stomach, but after reading this poem now, I know very well that poor I have worked hard all my life, but I can't write such a good poem. Counting a thousand years ago, there is no one better than this Mid-Autumn Ci, and counting a thousand years later, there may be no better Ci Appeared."

After Chen Jian read several poems and everyone's evaluation of the Mid-Autumn Festival when the moon is there, he couldn't help but secretly stunned. The evaluation of this poem is really too high.

While eating dumplings, Chen Jian asked Chen Ye, "Xiao Ye, is this poem written by Tan Yue?"

"Yes, Dad, what's the matter?" Chen Ye nodded.

Chen Jian said: "Ask Tan Yue~www.mtlnovel.com~ when he is free. I want to have a meal with him and chat with him."

"This..." Chen Ye was stunned for a moment, and said, "Okay then, let me ask."

Ye Wen next to her glanced at her husband Chen Jian, and said, "Tan Yue is very busy, don't bother him too much, especially don't pester him to accompany you to dance and write."

Ye Wen knew very well that her husband would occasionally get together with a few friends to write poems and comment on each other. In her opinion, this was nothing to do. She would never let Tan Yue go around like her husband.

Now Tan Yue is the leader in the entertainment industry in her eyes, a sharp knife to cut through thorns and thorns.

Chen Jian shook his head and said, "I know, I know, I just want to communicate with him."

Ye Wen hummed, looked at Chen Ye, and said, "You can ask Tan Yue for your father, but it depends on Tan Yue's time, and he can't delay his work."

Chen Ye nodded and said, "Yeah, I know, Mom."

Chen Jian, on the other hand, was eating dumplings with his head down, his eyes rolled slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.