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In Weibei, the spring trees are already lush;

In Jiangdong, the clouds in the evening were also layered.

Brother Li, when can I get together with you again, drink wine, smoke skewers, and discuss articles! "

hahaha~~~

Such a down-to-earth and vivid poet made the audience laugh endlessly.

Only Li Hong and her team couldn't laugh.

And I also want to call the police on the demon spirit, saying that an alien is cheating!

Smiling along with the audience, Zhang Lin said: "Li Bai is actually quite good to Du Fu, and occasionally replies to him, but he has never praised a single word or given a like to Du Fu's compositions.

The only relevant sentence is to ridicule Du Fu for "writing poetry is difficult".

It means: "Well, Xiao Du is also very good at writing poems."

Du Fu was probably not surprised by this.

Until his death, he never dared to hope that he could tie with Li DaV. "

hahaha~~~

Although the audience was still laughing, their laughter made them feel inexplicably sad.

If you think about it from another person's perspective, if Zhou Xingchi's nonsensical style had not come to prominence in that era, or if Zhang Lin's talent had not been recognized in this era, what a loss it would have been to the Chinese literary and art world.

But Du Fu, the poet sage, was depressed throughout his life, and his talents were not appreciated!

Thinking of this, the atmosphere at the scene became slightly depressed.

Feeling the change in his aura, Zhang Lin said: "At this time, another big V opened the door and came in.

He has scars on his face and a murderous aura all over his body. His name is Gao Shi.

Walking into the club, Gao Shi sat down coolly, lit a cigarette, and thought about his new work "Army March".

Suddenly, a warm and sincere voice came from the side: "Hello, Teacher Gao, I am Du Fu, trumpet player."

Gao Shi was younger than Du Fu and debuted later, but this did not affect Du Fu's admiration for him at all.

He fulfilled his responsibilities as a trumpet seriously, accompanying Gao Shi on sightseeing tours, drinking and having sex.

This has even become one of Du Fu's most precious life memories.

Later, whenever he recalled the days when he had fun playing with Gao Shi and Li Bai, he was very proud:

"Recalling the discussions with the high-ranking Li generation about making friends with wine lovers. The two men were strong and thoughtful, which made me look plump."

Du Fu had great admiration for the talent of the famous V Gao Shi: How many talented people are there in the contemporary era?

He even praised: Gao Shi's articles are as magnificent as Cao Zhi's;

With a high level of virtue, just like Liu An, one can attain enlightenment and become an immortal.

Later, Gao Shi's official position became bigger and bigger, and he became the military governor of Huainan and the governor of Pengzhou. He had already been promoted to a full-time position in the military region.

Du Fu fled to Chengdu. He was poor and had short ambitions, and he had to take high-quality relief from time to time.

Du Fu could only say thank you, thank you repeatedly.

Old friends offer rice, neighbors and garden vegetables.

But if there are old friends who offer Lumi, what else can I ask for in addition to a small body?

It seems that if you don't mention this matter often in your poems, you will appear ungrateful.

Gao Shi patted him on the shoulder: Brother, you're welcome, we are friends.

Gao Shi, like Li Bai, regarded Du Fu as a friend, but he never paid attention to Du Fu's poems.

In their eyes, Du Fu is really just a trumpet. "

After hearing this, the audience felt that the tide of the times was rolling forward, and they also felt that they were increasingly empathizing with the fate of the poet Du Fu.

It is obvious that those who are inseparable from each other are the trendsetters of the times, but those popular poems are not recognized.

To whom should the poet tell this feeling of loneliness that comes from his soul?

Zhang Xuefeng exclaimed: "I really like the writing style of our mentor's article!

Do you have the same feeling as me, a feeling like watching the Tang Dynasty literati circle of friends? "

Nodding his head, Liang Zhi agreed: "It's very historical, and I feel as if I'm looking at the poetry sage's circle of friends!"

As the two of them were whispering, Zhang Lin kept saying in a low tone: "As time goes by, in the lively Tang Poetry Club, big Vs come and go one after another.

Among them are Wang Wei, Cen Shen, Chu Guangxi, Meng Haoran, Li Yong...

They held each other's hands, chatted and drank happily, and laughed easily from time to time.

As a trumpet player, Du Fu often couldn't get a word in.

He could only stand aside, with a restrained and sincere smile, listening to the big Vs talk.

He gave his most sincere compliments to everyone here.

Regarding Wang Wei, he praised him as "the master Wang Youcheng" and "the most famous person in the world."

Regarding Cen Shen, Du Fu praised him as a "well-known person in the country" and said that Cen Shen's ability was not even comparable to that of the great writers Shen Yue and Bao Zhao.

There are also some big Vs whose original works are obviously not very good, and they are all junk accounts and business accounts.

For example, Jia Zhi, Xue Ju and so on.

Du Fu also sincerely praised them, saying that Jia Zhi's poems became pearls and jade, and that Xue Ju's articles opened up new ideas and promoted the imperial court. "

“He also had great respect for those ancestors in history.

For example, Du Fu had great respect for the "Four Heroes", the first group in the literary world of the early Tang Dynasty, and felt that their greatness was difficult to surpass.

At that time, Wang Yang, Lu Luo, and his body and talents could hardly surpass those of several princes.

In today's world, there should be no one who is more talented than these seniors! "

Spreading his hands, Zhang Lin smiled and shook his head: "Interestingly, it was very common for literati to sing to each other and compliment each other.

But Du Fu's big V idols didn't even say a word to praise his poems, not even polite praise. "

At this time, the laughter at the scene had stopped.

From funny at the beginning to sad now.

Zhang Lin did not even change his writing style, but used relaxed language to complete this extreme emotional change.

Such proficient speech ability and such stunning copywriting layout really made the sister team of Riding the Wind and Waves salivate.

Even Teacher Zhang Zhaozhong felt astonished.

Not to mention Yang Mi, her eyes were sparkling when she looked at Zhang Lin~

On the stage, Zhang Lin's tone became deeper and deeper: "Gradually, Du Fu got old!

The hardships of life and the combination of poverty and illness accelerated his approach to the end of his life.

In the winter of 770 AD, the wind was biting.

On a small boat from Tanzhou in southern Hunan to Yueyang, Du Fu fell ill and could no longer get up.

His left arm was already withered, and he could only hold on to his right hand with difficulty. He turned on his phone for the last time and looked at his official account, "Zimei's Poems."

Yes, I have achieved nothing in this life.

Until my death, I only had thirty or fifty fans.

When I was young, I was also frivolous.

But compared with Li Bai, Gao Shi, Cen Shen, and Wang Wei, I am really far behind. They are all so talented.

However, for my friends, I have been loyal, friendly, grateful, and consistent.

For my fans, I kept updating and wrote more than 1,500 poems.

I did what a trumpet should do.