Unlimited: I, the self-selection system, check in the heavens

"White Emperor City, Yellow Crane Tower, and Dongting Lake are all less famous."

"The scenery of Mount Huangshan, Mount Tiantai, and Mount Emei will also lose some of its color."

Qin Chu smiled lightly, his voice full of admiration for the motherland, rivers and mountains, and many poets.

Splendid rivers and mountains, beautiful scenery, is the pride engraved in the bones of Chinese people.

Many people may not understand the beauty of artistic conception in poetry.

But when he saw the scenery, he couldn't help but sigh how beautiful it is!

Once you think of those ancient poems, you can understand what the ancients wanted to express.

Distinguishing whether a poem is good or not is the ability that every Chinese has!

"it is good!"

Before the radio...

An old man with a white beard couldn't help applauding after hearing this passage.

With that look, I really wish I could rush to the Modu Radio Station now, and have a good communication with this little guy.

"Old man Mo!"

The voice of the old woman came, and she said displeasedly: "What kind of radio do you listen to at night, is there something wrong with you?"

"Hey, this is no ordinary broadcast!"

Mo Laodao: "This little guy is a talent. In just a few minutes, he used Li Bai to describe the poet's talent and influence."

heard...

The old woman couldn't help frowning.

My old man has a deep research on poetry and history.

It is rare to see him praise others, even if he is a direct disciple, he does not have this kind of treatment.

In the middle of the night, he actually made such a comment on a certain host?

It's so weird.

"What's wrong with the talent, I want to listen to it tomorrow, so hurry up and go to sleep."

The old lady put on a pajamas and urged: "It's a big deal, I'll ask for the recording for you tomorrow, and you can listen to it as many times as you want."

"No!"

Mr. Mo said bitterly: "Mrs. Wu, I won't be able to sleep until I finish listening to this passage!"

"Huh??" Old Wu was at a loss for words, knowing that he couldn't beat the other party, he turned around and was about to go to sleep.

suddenly…

A clear voice came from the radio.

"If there is no Li Bai, the literary giants and poets of all dynasties will lose a lot of famous sentences."

"Without a toast to invite the bright moon, Su Dongpo may not ask the sky for wine."

"If you don't ask me to ask about the eastward flow of water, Empress Li will not let a river of spring water flow eastward."

"It's okay, brush off your clothes, hide your identity and fame, and Jin Yong's martial arts arena will be missing a corner of "Xia Ke Xing"."

These few words immediately caught Elder Wu's attention.

She is a talented woman, and she often studies Tang poetry and Song Ci with Mo Lao, but she never thought that poetry can be explained and promoted in this way.

main…

The kid was right.

If there is no poetry, just use vernacular to describe a person who is not willing to be ordinary.

How pale must that be?

then…

Elder Wu stopped silently, closed his eyes and listened to the kid's understanding.

"For thousands of years, people in Shu thought that Li Bai was from Shu, people from Longxi thought that it was from Longxi, and people from Shandong thought that Li Bai was from Shandong."

"A Li Bai, who had nothing in his life, had countless admirers and rivals after his death for thousands of years."

"That's why, everywhere is not the place where he was born, and every time is not the year when he was born..."

very soft...

Qin Chu slowly introduced Li Bai, making the portrait in the hearts of the audience more and more full.

"awesome…"

Mr. Wu shook his head in surprise. He really didn't expect a young man to know so much.

"right?"

Mo Lao looked proud, as if Qin Chu was his apprentice.

"This man should meet..."

Mr. Wu thought for a while and asked, "Damn old man, is he one of Yin Zhengfeng's subordinates?"

"Yes."

Mo Lao let out a sigh.

He said: "I haven't seen you for a few years, that brat has also become the director of the station."

"Thinking of his dedicated personality, I don't know how many hairs are left."

Wu Laobai glanced at it, didn't say much, just stared at the radio.

for a long time…

On the radio, Qin Chu smiled lightly, with a mellow tone.

"Fortunately, there is a Li Bai in our history!"

"Fortunately, we have a Li Bai in our hearts!"

"You are an exile."

"You are Mingyue Soul!"

sound fall...

The whole passage is like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the listeners.

The reason why poetry can inspire people and resonate is that the words are reasonable.

and…

Qin Chu's words are reasonable, and can trigger the blood genes in the bones of Chinese people.

Li Bai...

Banished Immortal...

Layman Qinglian...

Although a great master passed away, only poetry can stay in the world!

...

studio...

Exalted emotions subside.

Qin Chu asked in a clear voice: "Little sister, what do you think of Li Bai's poems now?"

heard...

The little girl thought for a long time before choking out a sentence: "It's cool!"

"puff…"

Zeng Xiaoxian couldn't help laughing out loud, should it be said that the little girl should study hard?

The voice of the girl's mother also came.

She sincerely said: "Thank you Teacher Qin, I will always support this program!"

"I wish you a happy life, goodbye!"

hang up...

Qin Chu said seriously: "One day, I hope everyone can understand that the backbone of China has never been bent, and the moon in foreign countries is not round."

"From today, I hope that the flowers of the motherland will thrive. In the future, I will contribute to the motherland and strive for the rise of the nation."

"I will also firmly remember the ups and downs of the 5000 years."

"Especially the suffering of nearly a thousand years, the sacrificed heroes and innocent civilians."

"Huaxia Kyushu, the sleeping dragon is waking up."

"Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, the descendants of the dragon will never give up."

"Thank you, listeners, for your company. This concludes today's program."

"I am Qin Chu."

sound fall...

Zeng Xiaoxian stared at Qin Chu for a long time without saying a word, this is what he wanted to say a long time ago.

this moment…

He couldn't hold back his emotions anymore, stood up and applauded frantically.

outside the door…

The same goes for that extremely smart uncle, the appreciation in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

He has long been displeased with those guys who talk about how good foreign countries are every day.

That group of people had obviously never been abroad, but they boasted that they had noses and eyes.

Don't you know how good foreign products are, are they all advertised by "public knowledge" blindly?

madness!

Before the radio...

The same is true for countless listeners and friends.

In this silent night, the boiling applause awakened countless sleeping people, and also awakened countless people who have always envied foreign moons.

Home is more than a small home.

The country is determined to be Huaxia.

This is what the vast majority of people think, and they will always contribute to Kyushu.

...

Get out of the studio.

Zeng Xiaoxian suddenly felt that his legs were a little soft.

Worrying about the uncle's counterattack is one aspect, but more of it is the blood rushing into his head.

As the saying goes, this show is too good!

lounge…

While packing his things, the uncle said with a smile: "Xiao Qin, Xiao Zeng, I have recorded your program, and every day there will be a new star rising in the host world."

"I'm on fire?"

Zeng Xiaoxian pointed at himself, a little unbelievable.

"Ah!"

The uncle didn't speak, but the meaning was already obvious.

Zeng Xiao Xian:"…"