Collection of Huaxia: Halloween Tribute to Ice Sculpture Company

A dance is over.

In the main hall, everyone was intoxicated, the atmosphere was soothing and extremely quiet.

Tang Xuanzong clapped his hands and applauded, and everyone came back to their senses and hurriedly clapped their hands. Suddenly, there was a deafening sound in the hall.

Yang Yuhuan smiled faintly and saluted.

"The little girl made a fool of herself."

Tang Xuanzong beckoned, asked Yang Yuhuan to sit beside him, took out the three masterpieces written by Li Bai just now, spread them out on the table, and said, "What do you think of the three poems written by Xueshi Li just now?"

Yang Yuhuan's beautiful eyes were watery, and after looking at them one by one, she nodded her head.

These three capitals praised her beauty. Women are emotional animals, and no matter how beautiful a woman is, she can't help but praise her.Moreover, these three poems were praised very well, and they intersected in space and time, which can be said to have entered Yang Yuhuan's heart.

She couldn't help but slightly raised her head and glanced at Li Bai with admiration.

Li Bai didn't care at all, and continued to drink and talk with Zhou Jin.

When he became interested, he laughed heartily and said, "Brother Jia, it's rare to have a confidant in life. You and I met each other very late, and hit it off. Come, drink, drink!"

Zhou Jin was also very happy, being overwhelmed by Li Bai's charisma, she raised her glass and drank it down.

"Brother Li, you have written many poems, many of which are graceful, majestic, and lyrical. Among these works, which one do you like the most?"

This is a golden opportunity.

I believe that many people want to know, which song in Li Bai's heart is the most classic.

Li Bai smiled lightly, and did not rush to give an answer. After a moment of contemplation, his eyes became a little melancholy, and he said slowly, "Thinking at a quiet night."

Zhou Jin was taken aback.

Thinking that he heard it wrong, he quickly asked, "Really?"

"No jokes."

Li Bai's face was startled, and he didn't feel drunk at all.

Zhou Jing thought about it and understood.

Bright moonlight in front of the bed was suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the moon, and look down at your hometown.

Wandering far away in a foreign land, looking at the starry sky on a moonlit night, a momentary illusion occurred in his heart, and a sense of sadness arose spontaneously, so he wrote this wonderful ancient and modern work.

The fresh and simple style of writing, the situation creates emotion, and the emotion sets off the scenery. It is thought-provoking and never gets tired of reading. It can be called a long-lasting classic.

The audience in the live broadcast room were puzzled at first, but after a little thought, they all understood.

Li Bai was born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. He came out of Shu alone at the age of 25 and traveled all over the Tang Dynasty.

at the same time.

TV stations all over China are watching "Collection of China" and want to learn from it.

Because of the popularity of "Collection of China", there has been a wave of ancient Chinese culture in the society.In this regard, all TV stations do not have relevant knowledge reserves, and they are handy in making fast food programs that do not require connotation, such as entertainment programs, but for cultural programs...

No one is capable of doing well.

A certain provincial TV station started out as an entertainment program.

The main leaders and a group of supervisors are in the office, and a big screen is playing "Collection of China".Everyone talked about it, and they all lamented its exquisite production.

"Ahem, everyone, this "Collection of China" is very popular in China. If we can learn from it and create a program of the same type, we will definitely get a share of it."

said one leader.

There was no sound in the house, and no one dared to answer.

"What? No confidence?"

One person spoke up and said, "Mr. Fang, our TV station doesn't have any talent reserves. To produce this program requires profound historical and cultural knowledge. If you are a little careless, you will be criticized by netizens, and the loss outweighs the gain."

"That's right, there are also actors in each issue, which is also a problem."

At this moment, a person said: "According to my research, Zhongnan Media, China Media's deadly rival, has also produced related programs. But... the end was dismal, and the blood was sprayed."

"This is a double-edged sword. If you do it well, you can get a lot of benefits. But if you make a mistake, it will be a big risk. Let's stick to our old business and do entertainment variety shows."

Mr. Fang's face darkened, and finally he let out a helpless sigh.

This picture didn't just appear on one TV station, the situation in the offices of many local TV stations was similar.They all want to imitate and learn from, but they don't have the corresponding strength.

"Collection of Huaxia" was broadcast overseas, in the comment section.

A group of crooked nuts marveled at the appearance of classical Chinese beauties, which were breathtaking and unforgettable.

"Oh my god, do Chinese beauties look like this? Why is it different from my impression?"

"Our local TV station has always vilified Chinese people, and this program has increased my knowledge."

"A good program, benefited a lot, understand Chinese culture, can know why they can rise rapidly in just a few decades."

"It can be seen that China has been a nation with connotations since ancient times."

With a slight smile on his face, Li Bai looked at Zhou Jin and asked, "Brother Jia, you are so talented, do you have poems about homesickness, can you share them with me?"

Zhou Jin thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then I'll make a fool of myself."

"Between Jingkou and Guazhou, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.

The spring breeze is on the south bank of the green river, when will the bright moon shine on me? "

As soon as the words fell, Li Bai pondered for a long time.

"When will the bright moon shine on me..."

He whispered in his mouth, his eyes flickered brightly, and said: "Brother Jia is the son of an official?"

"Otherwise, how can I express this emotion. The officialdom is full of intrigues and dangers, right and wrong are reversed, full of ugliness and corruption. Only after personal experience can I express this kind of emotion. The intention is to be homesick, but in fact it is to stay away from the dark officialdom. Hometown of conflicting interests."

As expected of the first ambassador of the Tang Dynasty, his appreciation and analysis of this poem is extremely accurate.

This "Bozhou Guazhou" is just a lyrical poem written by Wang Anshi, and the meaning it wants to express is the same as what Li Bai said.Even after more than 400 years, the meaning can be accurately understood.

This shows that the connotation of the poem can last for a long time and be passed on forever.

Zhou Jin smiled lightly and said, "This is a poem I wrote to a friend, and it describes his life."

Li Bai suddenly realized, without any suspicion, he said: "Brother Jia's talent is comparable to mine, he is really a confidant in life, drink!"

The two raised their glasses and drank it down.

Just now.

Zhou Jin's figure attracted Tang Xuanzong's attention.

Seeing Zhou Jin wearing a white robe, with an extraordinary bearing, leaning against Li Bai, the two toasted frequently, the atmosphere was harmonious, and the conversation was very happy, he couldn't help frowning, why didn't he say that Li Bai had such a friend?

And in the palace, he hadn't seen Zhou Jin either.

With a puzzled look on his face, he asked, "Li Xueshi, who is that person next to you?"