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Chapter 220 Chapter 220

【220. Vigorously promote poetry culture】

"Fuck, this poem is perfect!"

"My mother, this is too domineering!"

"Nimma, this poem is not found on the Internet, it is really original."

"Amazing, my ancestors, is Marshal Yue's "Manjianghong" really born?"

"Fuck, this is a poem that can hang the ancients."

"Fuck, this poem can be called a generation of masters."

"Fuck, this is a famous poem through the ages. Whoever can write such a poem in a lifetime will die without regret."

The students were full of admiration, and Wen Qianqiu was even more stunned.

On the podium, he danced and danced like crazy.

And even chant aloud:

"Angry into the crown, relying on the lantern, Xiaoxiaoyu rests."

"Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement."

"Thirty fame and dust, eight thousand miles of road, cloud and moon. Don't wait for nothing, the boy's head is white, empty and sad."

Wen Qianqiu cadenced and faltered, and after reading it, thinking of Yue Fei's tragic ending, the sadness came from his heart, and he couldn't help crying.

For a time, the whole classroom!
Blasted!

exploded!
Oh my God!

It made my scalp burst, my whole body trembled, and goosebumps fell all over the ground.

Bailudong Academy in Chang'an City, as a palace for liberal arts students, is one of the highest institutions of learning.

These students are all the pride of heaven.

But at this moment, they collectively knelt down.

Wen Qianqiu,
Who is there?

One of the cultural giants,

professors from top universities,
Dean Emeritus of the Faculty of Arts.

When he saw the half of "Man Jianghong", he lost his composure.

He was crying like a baby.

If it weren't for the fact that it is difficult to restrain oneself in the depths of love, how could it be possible to burst into tears under the eyes of everyone.

Half my life obsessed, half my life crazy, I thought it was just wishful thinking in the end, leaving regrets in vain.

Who would have thought that the twists and turns, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

The ancient Chinese culture never dies!

There are still people inheriting the ancient culture of Huaguo!
Who said that modern people can't write masterpieces comparable to the ancients?

This word is the best proof.

After getting excited, Wen Qianqiu also discovered a strange thing, huh?This poem actually only has Shang Que, but not Xia Que!
He couldn't help but ask:

"Student, who wrote the song "Manjianghong"? Why is there only the upper one? What about the lower one? Where did the lower one go?"

Hearing this, the student quickly explained:

"Professor Wen, this half-quee "Man Jianghong" is the poem in the new movie "Man Jianghong" directed by Zhang Yimou. At present, Director Zhang has only released the upper part. As for the lower part, we will not know until the day the movie is released!"

"Oh? It's Lao Zhang's new movie!" Wen Qianqiu slapped his forehead suddenly, and said suddenly:
"When Lao Zhang was filming "Man Jiang Hong", he asked me to revise and review the script, because Lao Zhang knew that I was a fan of Yue Fei and wanted me to improve the script to see if there were any loopholes!"

"I have read the script, although it is a bit idealistic, but its spiritual core is very worthy of praise!"

Wen Qianqiu praised the script first, and then said:
"At that time, Lao Zhang even asked me to imitate General Yue Fei's tone and write an article "Man Jianghong". It's just that I have little knowledge, so it is really difficult for me to take on this great task!"

"I don't know where Lao Zhang found such a master in the literary world to write such a shocking work!"

"Beautiful! It's really beautiful!"

"The old man is ashamed of himself!!!"

Wen Qianqiu admired it sincerely, even he wanted to meet the author of this poem, and ask him for advice!

"However, this old Zhang is still playing tricks? It's really disgusting!!!"

As he said, Mr. Wen couldn't help picking up the phone, and urged Zhang Yimou on the spot.

Of course, this matter is related to billions of dollars in the box office, and Zhang Yimou has to be responsible to the investors. Even if Wen Qianqiu urged him, he dared not disclose the content of Xia Wei.

Helpless, Mr. Wen had no choice but to hang up the phone resentfully.

"Students, I will not come next time!"

"Today, let's analyze this half of "Manjianghong". Although we don't know who the author is yet, this is a song that can be included in textbooks..."

……

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"Carry forward the culture of poetry, and both style and art blossom."

This is the slogan of the Traditional Poetry Culture Association.

"Xiao Zhao, have you screened out the contestants for poetry exchanges between Huaguo, Kimchi Country, and Fusang Country next month?"

The speaker is Zhang Lingtong, president of the Traditional Poetry Culture Association. His main responsibilities are to protect traditional poetry culture, promote traditional poetry culture, develop traditional poetry culture, and let traditional poetry culture go to the world.

"Fusang island country and kimchi country, say that we are bragging all day long!"

"The Fusang Kingdom has always said that their poetry culture is better than ours!"

"Kimchi Kingdom even said that the poems originated from them, and our Dragon Kingdom stole them!"

"It's so unreasonable! This time, we must let them take a good look at how splendid and brilliant the poetry culture of our Dragon Kingdom is." Zhang Lingtong said in an orderly tone.

The member named Xiao Zhao quickly stood up and replied:

"President, Mr. Zhou Xingxing from the Writers Association, is proficient in traditional poetry, we plan to invite him to participate in this Three Kingdoms Poetry Exchange Conference!"

Hearing this, Zhang Lingtong stared:
"Hey, Xiao Zhao, you have to remember that the adaptation is not nonsense, and jokes are not nonsense. Zhou Xingxing's works are all jokes and nonsense. This is to apologize to the people of the whole country."

"But……"

Xiao Zhao's face turned pale: "President, there are only a few people in China who are proficient in ancient poetry culture, or Jia Qianqian, do you think it's okay, her little poems are very interesting, and they have become popular in China a period of time!!!"

"Jia Qianqian? Thank you for thinking it out! Are you trying to embarrass yourself and throw it in the world?" Zhang Lingtong cursed bitterly:
"Trash, spend so much money to support them, but can't create good works."

Zhang Lingtong scolded again, this poetry exchange conference is related to the face and image of the country.

Especially in Kimchi Country, they always say that our stuff is copied from them.

There is also the Fusang country, which always feels that it overwhelms us in traditional culture!
Ha ha!

Zhang Lingtong sneered, and gave a death order: "I don't care, no matter what, within a month, you must find me a few masters who are proficient in ancient poetry culture, you must inherit the poetry culture, and let both style and art blossom. "

"This……"

Xiao Zhao looked helpless, the president gave the order to die, how could he dare to talk back as a small member.

However, how can it be so easy to find someone who is proficient in traditional poetry culture?
Today's young people don't like traditional poetry culture anymore!
They all went after Hollywood and Marvel!

At this moment, the phone made a "ding dong", and the Douyin app pushed a video titled:
[The master of poetry was born out of nowhere, and today's masterpiece "Manjianghong", the half-que poetry is not inferior to the classics. 】

(End of this chapter)