What to do if you become famous too fast

"... Move the boat to invite to meet each other, refill the wine and return to the lamp to re-open the banquet. After a thousand calls, I come out, still holding the pipa and half covering my face."

When Wang Huan had more than ten sentences, a professional stood up and explained.

"It's a Yuefu poem! Yuefu poems are generally long, with simple and natural language and flexible rhymes. It is obviously the top grade of Yuefu poems, but unfortunately it is not yet at the level of the top grade, because there is no very amazing sentence..." The professional's analysis came to an abrupt end.

Because he heard a word.

"I came out after a thousand calls, still holding a pipa and covering my face."

A shy singing girl holding a pipa leaps in front of her eyes, and the picture rushes to her face, with a strong sense of déjà vu.

The professional was stunned.

Just this one poem is enough to pass on to future generations.

"The finishing touch, the finishing touch." He shook his head in amazement.

Look at the members of the Shanshui Poetry Club in the cabin, with a stunned expression.Everyone seemed to have seen a ghost, looking at Wang Huan who was sitting in the middle of the cabin and reciting poems.

How can it be?

Is this really his poem?

Even if they saw it with their own eyes, Du Yan and the others still had strong disbelief in their hearts.

Although they are all proud, even with arrogance.

But the basic level of appreciation is still there, until now they have heard that the song "Pipa Xing" written by Wang Huan, even if it is placed in the vast history of thousands of years, I am afraid it can be ranked.

In their cognition, even the most outstanding writers today cannot write such poems.

But how did Wang Huan write it?

However, they never expected that the excitement was far from over.

The climax is coming...

"The big strings are like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The chaotic strings are mixed, and the big and small beads fall on the jade plate..."

The sound of the real pipa seemed to sound next to everyone's ears, even better than the woman playing the pipa outside.This is the highest state of poetry: fascinating!

Then, the famous sentence through the ages was born.

"...Don't worry about sorrow and hatred, at this time, silence is better than sound..."

Du Yan pinched his thigh hard, and when the pain came, he realized that he was not dreaming.

Wen Liang's hands trembled, he muttered something to himself, his eyes became dull.

The other members of the Shanshui Poetry Club were not much better, and almost all lost their composure.

In Qiqi's live broadcast room, the barrage was unusually silent.

Except for the two subtitled scholars who tremblingly typed out the poems that Wang Huan said, there were almost no other bullet screens.

Qi Qi bit her lip, she looked at Wang Huan who was sitting in the center of the screen, her eyes glowed brightly: "Senior, how many secrets do you still keep from me?"

When everyone thought that a famous sentence through the ages should be Wang Huan's limit.

As time went by, everyone discovered that they had guessed wrong.

"There are few saddle horses in front of the door, and the eldest is married as a merchant's wife."

"Laughter this year and next year, the autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely."

"The same people who have fallen in the end of the world, why meet each other before!"

A line of poems came out of Wang Huan's mouth, shaking everyone out of their wits.

Especially when Wang Huan uttered the last sentence, whether it was the members of the Poetry Club in the cabin or the netizens in the Qiqi live broadcast room, they all fell into deathly silence.

Chapter 0168 Coincidentally, I made this poem into a song

The same people who are fallen from the end of the world, why do they know each other when they meet!

When everyone heard this poem, their eyes became very complicated.

Especially for many people who are wandering in different places and lonely in their hearts, the string that has been hidden in their hearts seems to be plucked suddenly, and their eye sockets become red.

And the young woman in palace attire who was playing the pipa on the bow of the boat quietly stopped her slender hands playing the qin, tears streaming down her face at some point.

"...It's desolate, it doesn't sound like it's going forward, the whole audience is weeping when they hear it. Who is crying the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet."

After Wang Huan finished the last line of the poem, he sighed softly, and didn't stand up immediately, but sat where he was, with dim eyes.

At this moment, he also seems to be immersed in the story of "Pipa Xing". In a trance, a woman is holding a pipa on a boat in the river, singing about her miserable life with the pipa.

He wasn't the only one who had this delusion.

In the cabin, long after Wang Huan finished reciting, Du Yan suddenly looked around in a daze, with confusion in his eyes: "Where is the person? Where is the woman playing the pipa?"

Everyone didn't laugh at him. Obviously, Du Yan was fascinated by "Pipa Xing".

After Wang Huan's voice stopped.

On the gallery cruise ship, it became dead silent.

Everyone's faces were ugly, and no one knew what to say at this moment.

however.

After a while of silence, applause like a tide suddenly rang out on the shore of Dianshan Lake.Even those media reporters who were filming and recording videos couldn't help applauding wildly.

Celebrate Wang Huan at this moment, and admire "Pipa Xing".

In the Qiqi live broadcast room, the barrage flooded out instantly.

"Ever since Brother Huan became a god in the music world with the song "Broad Sea and Sky", is he going to be a god in the literary world with the song "Pipa Xing"?"

"Even I, who graduated from elementary school, felt the shock in the poem."

"Submit it, if you don't accept the wall, then submit to brother Huan."

"The Poison King is well-deserved. I used to sing to make me cry, but reading a poem actually made me almost cry."

"Brother Huan shocked the world by reciting poems. I wanted to praise him with good words, but I am uneducated, so I will go all over the world with a single sentence!"

"Fuck +1"