There are more and more comments on the Internet, especially about why Li Xuan is not supported to play Li Bai.

But there are also some people who disagree with these remarks.

"Why did Li Xuan have to be chosen to play Li Bai? I really don't understand what these people think. Isn't the actor that old thief Lin chose not good? I think it's very good. Moreover, I really don't understand why Li Xuan and Li Bai are linked together. , then my surname is also Li, am I also Li Bai?"

"Really, Li Bai is Li Bai, and Li Xuan is Li Xuan. Of course, the cast is chosen according to the appropriateness. Why must Li Xuan be forced to play Li Bai? It's really funny."

"It's really funny. You think Li Xuan is good. If you have the ability to make a filmmaker yourself, let Li Xuan be happy. It's really funny to come to Huo Huo Collection, so why don't you let Li Xuan act?!"

"Objectively speaking, Li Xuan's Li Bai is indeed very good, but he is looking for a tall man among the short ones. He is definitely not as perfect as the fans say. I believe that the old thief's taste and his aesthetic vision will definitely choose the best one. the right person, rather than picking someone at random.”

"What I said earlier is indeed true. Leaving aside Li Xuan, the main purpose of the collection is to restore history, and we will definitely choose the most suitable candidate. Isn't old thief Lin's vision good enough? I have seen Huo Qubing enough for everyone to look at for many years. And, didn’t you realize? Every actor in Old Thief Lin fits the characters and the script extremely well. It feels like it’s tailor-made for the actors. Even if Li Xuan is okay, it’s not enough to allow Lin Yi to customize a script for him. For sake."

"You're right. I really don't understand the so-called objective fans of Internet Mountain. Fans are fans. What kind of objective fans are there? It's very funny, and the old thief Lin can't watch the feature film if he doesn't overturn his car. What are you talking about now? If you don't watch it, you won't watch it." See, it's not rare."

All kinds of remarks are gradually fermenting on the Internet.

Countless people are waiting for the moment when "Collection" will start broadcasting.

Central Taichung, Director Li found Sun Hao with his mobile phone.

"Old Sun, take a look at this comment on the Internet, should we ask Ji Dong?"

Sun Hao glanced at the comments and waved his hands indifferently.

"There's nothing to say about it. No need. Ji Dong is supposed to take care of these things. Do you think he has any failures?"

""Collection" has been broadcast since it was first broadcast, and how much it has gone through until now. Every time those people are severely slapped in the face, come on."

Sun Hao pulled Master Li to sit down.

"Come on, have some tea, let's see how the national scholars in our station will deal with this time."

Sun Hao smiled.

"Come, come, let's finish our tea, and then sit and watch in our old seats."

In a certain university, a girl is sitting in the librarian, and there are many messy books beside her.

"Research on Li Bai", "General History of the Tang Dynasty", "Complete Works of Li Bai's Poems" and so on are all books related to the Tang Dynasty and Li Bai.

She kept taking notes in the notebook, and when she finished writing the notes, she looked up at the setting sun outside the window.

The girl packed her things and left the library, walking on the path to the cafeteria.

I don't know if anyone in this world believes that there is a wonderful telepathy in this world.

This kind of telepathy is not with modern people, but with ancient people.

She went to a calligraphy and painting exhibition not long ago, and a portrait of Li Bai from long ago was exhibited on it.

After seeing the portrait, she seemed to have opened a wonderful door. She was fascinated by this great national poet, and when she read his poems, she would feel inexplicably excited.

The girl didn't tell anyone about this matter, after all, it's really incredible to say this matter.

She seemed to be fascinated by an ancient person thousands of years ago.

The girl turned on her mobile phone while walking to the cafeteria.

She didn't forget that today's "Collector" is broadcasting Li Bai.

She is looking forward to whether "Collection" can restore the real Li Bai in her heart.

On the other side, a few boys rushed back to the dormitory, and the schoolbags behind them made a few slight sounds of bottles colliding.

When they arrived at the dormitory, several people looked at each other.

"Hahahahaha, luckily my aunt didn't find out!"

"Quickly, close the door, hurry up."

One of the boys put down his schoolbag, and the rest of the boys put the latch on the door.

The boy took out two bottles of wine from his schoolbag, looked at the crowd, raised the bottles and shouted, "Li Baidou's Hundred Poems on Wine!"

The boy next to him continued, "Sleep in a restaurant in Chang'an City!"

"The emperor can't get on the boat!"

Everyone chanted together: "The self-proclaimed minister is the wine fairy!"

One of the boys wearing glasses sat on the seat and took out a few cups for everyone.

"Tonight, we are going to watch Li Bai together, to see the most beautiful, romantic, and heroic poet in the Tang Dynasty!"

One of the boys laughed.

"Okay! Anyway, tonight, let's drink and watch. Maybe we can be inspired by Li Bai's talent and write some good poems!"

A boy in glasses sets a cup.

"Come on, don't get drunk!!"

On the other side of the ocean, Chinese people living in Chinatown closed their doors on this day as usual.

Other foreigners are used to it. To be honest, today is the live broadcast of "Collection", and they don't want to go out. They might as well stay at home and watch TV.

In a household in Chinatown, a child was pulling his father's leg.

"Father, who is going to talk about in "The Collection" today? Who is brother Lin Yi going to take us back to meet today?"

The father smiled and held the child's hand.

"It's Li Bai, one of the greatest poets in our country. In our country, later people called Li Bai a poet."

The child wondered.

"Why is it called Shixian? What does Shixian mean?"

The father replied with a smile: "Poetry Fairy, that is to say, the poems he wrote are very elegant, as if you will fly to the sky after reading his poems."

His son's eyes were full of excitement and curiosity.

Fly to the sky?
He likes to fly to the sky!

"Dad, Dad, can you read a song to me? I want to fly to the sky too, I want to fly to the sky too!"

The father reached out and patted the child's head, then thought for a while and said, "Then let me tell you a poem that every child in our country knows, okay?"

The child jumped up excitedly.

"Okay, Dad, tell me, Dad, tell me!!"

The father smiled and motioned the child to look at the moon in the sky, and said, "This is a poem about homesickness."

The child wondered.

"What does homesickness mean?"

The father squatted in front of the child and said seriously: "That is, when you go out, you want to return to the arms of mom and dad."

The child nodded, quite seriously.

"Then he must be very sad."

Father nodded, and then said, "Then listen carefully."

"This poem is called Jing Ye Si."

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

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