What earthy singer?Please call me a middle-aged idol

Chapter 174 "The Sound of the Waves Still" and "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"

A professor of Chinese studies at Kyoto University, taking advantage of today's holiday, after eating breakfast, moved a rocking chair and lay in the courtyard, basking in the warm morning sun comfortably.

A cup of jasmine tea was brewed on the small table beside him, and the tea was full of fragrance.

Smelling the fragrance of tea, basking in the warm sun, squinting and taking a nap, I am so happy.

At this time, the eldest grandson of the old professor came out of the room and came to the yard.

"Grandpa, I have a poem here, please help me read it."

The old professor squinted his eyes and did not speak. After a long time, a nasal voice came out:
"What poem?"

"It seems to be a poem written by a singer. I think it has some meaning. Please help me see how this poem is written."

"Singer? Hehe."

After the old professor smiled disdainfully, he turned his side and began to bask in the sun with his side.

With his back to his eldest grandson, he said slowly:
"It's not that I don't know about these entertainers in the entertainment industry. I guess they want to set up their personal profile."

"Isn't there a middle-aged male star before, who posted some poems he wrote on the Internet every day. Last time I participated in a Chinese studies program, the host asked me to comment. How do I comment?"

"Speaking of shit on paper, all the dogs in our yard can write better than him?"

The old professor was very upset about this.

Regardless of his age, his hair is not gray, but he often surfs the Internet, and often participates in some TV shows. He has a little understanding of the entertainment industry, but he has always sneered at it.

The eldest grandson smiled, and continued: "Grandpa, do yourself a favor and help me study this poem."

The old professor sighed:

"Every day, just find something for me."

As he spoke, he turned around and slowly opened his old eyes.

Then he sat up from the rocking chair, picked up the reading glasses on the small table and put them on.

I still don’t forget to criticize my grandson:
"You are already in college, and you have been asked to study poetry and books since you were a child, but now you don't even have this appreciation ability?"

In the eyes of the old professor, his son and grandson asked him, a professor of Chinese studies, to "study" a poem written by an entertainment group of singers, which is like killing chickens with a sledgehammer.

The old professor took his grandson's cell phone and muttered:

"I'm still studying it. If I can give him a good review, it's considered good."

But when he took a closer look, he couldn't help being stunned.

"The moon is falling and the crows are crying... the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing... for Mianmian?"

The old professor recited the poem obsessively, and his cloudy old eyes suddenly burst out with a light of surprise as if he had found a treasure.

He quickly sat up straight, concentrating on observing the poem, pondering over and over every word and every word in the poem.

Until most of the day passed, the old professor let out a foul breath:
"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

He didn't forget to look at his eldest grandson beside him, and wanted to ask him who wrote this poem, but when he saw the sly smile on his grandson's face, he immediately understood that he had fallen into his trick.

"Good boy, I'm here to make fun of your grandpa, right?"

Just now he uttered wild words and ignored the poem, but he didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.

"hey-hey."

The eldest grandson smiled and said flatteringly:
"Grandpa, you also think this poem is very good, don't you? I can't fully understand it with my ability, so you can explain it to me."

Being praised by his grandson, the old professor naturally didn't get angry. He pointed at his grandson and scolded with a smile:
"You, you, you are really playful."

Then, he got up and walked into the house.

"I'll study it for a while, and then I'll tell you what's so good about this poem."

"Grandpa, return the phone to me!"

After the old professor returned to his study, he turned on the computer and the prestige client.

He entered a prestige group chat, which was full of professors who studied Chinese studies, not only from Kyoto University, but also from Huaqing University and other prestigious universities.

Burning the lamp and reading at night: "Old buddy, come out and have a look, I found a masterpiece below."

Love the widow Wang in the alley: "Old Liu, what did you find?"

Reading at night: "@狂爱巷里王威妈, when will you change your rude online name, are you ashamed?"

Kuaiai Lane Wang's widow: "You know what a fart, I'm really temperamental!"

In the middle of the night, cicadas chirped: "Old Liu, what are you talking about, hurry up and send it out to have a look, I have another lecture later."

Reading at night: "( ), V50 per person, otherwise I won't show it."

In the middle of the night, cicadas chirped: "..."

Love the widow Wang in the alley: "Get lost,"

Reading at night with the lamp on: "I'll show you the first two sentences--the moon falls, the crows cry and the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng Yuhuo is facing Mianmian."

Love the widow Wang in the alley: "Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck."

In the middle of the night, cicadas chirped: "Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck."

This wave of red envelopes blew up more people in the group.

When they checked the chat history, they immediately operated the mobile phone and handed over the 50 yuan in the account.

At this time, the eldest grandson knocked on the door of the old professor's study.

"Grandpa, my mother asked you what you want to eat for lunch today, she is going to buy vegetables."

"Wait a minute! Grandpa, I'll invite you out to eat hot-boiled mutton today!"

……

There were also new developments on Zhao Molang's blog homepage.

Zhao Mo replied to "Lighting up the lamp to read at night":
"This poem is called "Night Mooring at the Maple Bridge". I wrote the song "The Sound of the Waves Still" based on this poem. Apart from this, I don't have any other poems. I'm just a singer. Occasionally, I get interested. It’s all about writing a poem, I know I’m not talented enough, thank you professor for your invitation, I won’t disturb your academic research.”

In fact, when Zhao Mo was researching the song "The Sound of the Waves Is Still", he checked it out by the way.

In this parallel world, not only are modern entertainment works missing, but some ancient literary works are also missing.

You must know that the song "The Sound of the Waves Is Still" was adapted from the poem "Night Mooring at the Maple Bridge".

Without this poem, it would not be able to reflect the artistic conception of "The Sound of the Waves Are Still" at all, and there would be much less feeling.

So, Zhao Mo simply brought this poem here.

When the netizens saw Zhao Mo's Langbo dynamics, they were immediately puzzled.

"Who is Zhao Mo replying to?"

"It seems to be still talking to a professor."

"Go over and take a look."

Ever since, netizens followed Zhao Mo's reply and clicked into the Langbo homepage of "reading at night".

This netizen of the Langbo ID "Lighting the Lamp to Read at Night" is certified by Langbo as a professor of Chinese studies at Kyoto University.

A few minutes ago, he posted a wave blog.

"This poem is really good. The whole poem starts from "sorrowful sleep". It is wonderful to write about wild scenes and night scenes without explaining the chaos and desolation."

This professor has very few followers on Weibo, only close to [-] people, and an average Weibo has only a few comments.

This microblog didn't have any special content, and it didn't attract the attention of other netizens.

But his next Weibo is the key point.

"Can you tell me the name of this poem? Do you have any other excellent works? Kyoto University will cooperate with Huaqing University's Chinese Studies major to hold a poetry meeting next month. Are you free to attend? @赵梨."

Fatal triple question.

Seeing that the professor of Chinese studies gave Zhao Mo's poem such a high evaluation, and respected Zhao Mo so much, he even exaggerated to invite Zhao Mo to participate in the poetry meeting held by two top universities in China.

Netizens were dumbfounded.

Isn't this the script of a famous masterpiece by an ancient wit that shook the capital?
How can it appear in modern times?
Then, the professor replied again:

"Thank you for your reply. It's a pity. I've also heard your songs. They are very nice. I hope you can achieve more success in your music career."

Zhao Mo also expressed his gratitude to the professor.

The dialogue between the two sides is very polite and polite.

And this conversation was directly rushed to Langbo's hot search.

Soon, professors of Chinese studies from all over the country went online one after another, publicly praising Zhao Mo's poem.

Not only Langbo, but also Douyin's numerous marketing accounts and media began to report on this incident.

"Shocked! Zhao Mo's poem was actually praised by the professor of Chinese studies as an amazing talent!"

"Shocked! Zhao Mo was invited to participate in the poetry meeting jointly organized by Kyoto University and Huaqing University!"

More and more people flock to Langboli to eat melons.

"Damn it, is Zhao Mo so powerful?"

"So sour Zhao Mo is pretending to be a young man? What about a doggerel? Come out, you can say so, you go to the poetry meeting of two universities!"

"A singer who can't write poetry is not a good singer? Zhao Mo is really versatile!"

Netizens were shocked one by one.

They all felt that Zhao Mo was too curly.

It doesn't matter if the song is well written, and you can achieve achievements across fields.

Could it be that the Wenqu star descended to earth?
Some of Zhao Mo's fans, who were suffocated when Zhao Mo was sprayed with Wenqing before, can be regarded as elated at this time.

It's just that Han Junliang's fans are still stubborn at this time.

"What's so important about a well-written poem? If "The Sound of the Waves Still" doesn't work, it won't work!"

"I'm laughing so hard, there's a lot of movement and little rain, is it because Zhao Mo is afraid that he will lose face if he loses Bi Ge, so he specially shifted everyone's attention to the poetry?"

These trolls don't say anything, and everyone hasn't reacted yet.

As soon as they mentioned this, everyone reacted.

Right!

"The Sound of the Waves Are Still" is based on "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge".

This poem can be written so well, presumably this song is also very good.

Ever since, more and more netizens went to the music platform to listen to "The Sound of the Waves Is Still".

When those marketing accounts and media reported this incident, they also brought the song "The Sound of the Waves Still".

Whether it is in Langbo or Douyin, more and more people are going to listen to "The Sound of the Waves Is Still".

Almost instantly, the data of "The Sound of the Waves Still" on the music platform skyrocketed.

Netizen "Tyrannosaurus Warrior": "Although this song is slow to catch on, listening to it can calm my heart down quickly, and I also have a yearning for love."

Netizen "Lao Wangtou loves fishing": "Nonsense, this song is clearly about the vicissitudes of life, you are still too young."

Whether it is young netizens or middle-aged and elderly netizens, they all expressed different opinions on this song.

In Douyin's comment area, the two parties were arguing fiercely.

It is true that the song "The Sound of the Waves Is Still" not only caters to the young people's pursuit of love, but also fits the middle-aged and elderly people's understanding of the vicissitudes of life.

Amidst the quarrels, the popularity of "The Sound of the Waves Is Still" is getting higher and higher.

ps: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)