Kidnapped by morality?Don't panic, kidnap it backhand

But unexpectedly, at this juncture, Bai Ye also laughed.

"Have you finished talking? Don't make any questions, just say a proposition."

What do you mean when you are sleepy, someone gives you a pillow?

We, Lao Bai, have never fought such a rich battle!

The system is really good, and the guidance is just right, Bai Ye feels like he has been entrusted!

'sucker Punch! '

Xiang Caijie sneered inwardly.

Do you think I haven't checked you?

At that time, when you adapted songs, you were criticized for copyright, and many lyricists said that you pretended to understand and only talked about ancient poems. Have you ever recalled it?

No reply at all, why?Because you can't do it!

Otherwise, according to your personality, how could you be so angry?

Xiang Caijie felt more and more that Bai Ye was bluffing.

It can only be said that he still checked too little, and did not check in place.

Is Bai Ye not coming back?

He didn't even know that there was such a thing. The lyricist who could write that kind of lyrics was not at a high level. How could he have many fans?

Even a few words on the Internet did not cause any waves.

There was a wonderful game at the scene-both sides felt stable.

"it is good!"

Xiang Caijie didn't hesitate anymore, took out his phone, and said, "This is a software that randomly appears words, I'll pick one on the spot!"

Seeing that he even prepared this kind of app, the audience sighed again.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Xiang Caijie moved quickly, and within a few seconds he pulled out the words——

'dream'

Seeing this word, Bai Ye couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Xiang Caijie was puzzled.

Bai Ye said: "Coincidentally, I had a dream last night."

"What do you mean?" Xiang Caijie frowned.

Bai Ye said: "I dreamed that Li Taibai invited me to drink and play, and then he read a poem to me..."

Now even the audience couldn't help but get angry.

It's bad, right?

Broken cans, right?

It’s all come to this point, if you can’t make poems, you can’t make them, just lie flat and let yourself be ridiculed, and you have to——

Before he could finish his thoughts, Bai Ye moved.

He took out the chalk from his pocket again, found a blank space on the round table, and started to write.

At the beginning, no one took it seriously, and even the unhappiness suddenly reached its peak.

They felt that Bai Ye was like an unconvinced clown, who didn't even have face for himself.

But as the words on the round table gradually increased, the situation changed.

The noisy scene gradually quieted down.

People's mouths grow slowly.

Bai Ye's writing speed was very fast, and he finished it in a short time.

"You just said to admit defeat, right? Then our show should end here, everyone, I'm in a hurry, I'll take a step first."

After speaking, he threw the chalk on the round table and really ran away.

He was also exceptionally agile, and by the time everyone came to their senses, he had already run out of the studio.

Chapter 97 I, Baiye, wish that everyone in China can recite poems and compose Fu

The quiet studio suddenly became noisy.

The audience no longer cared whether they were recording or not, and rushed to watch the poems on the round table.

Even if there is a screen showing it, they still want to see it with their own eyes, as if they won't miss anything.

The Chinese people's ability to appreciate poetry depends on whether they have studied it systematically and professionally, but even if they don't, they will have a certain appreciation ability only by taking Chinese classes in elementary school and high school.

Not to mention the poem Bai Ye took out, how to describe it?

Brilliant and glamorous, pretentious and bizarre, with ethereal celestial spirit, it is impossible to find anything out of the ordinary.

"Sleepwalking Tianmu Saying Goodbye"

For this level of poetry, you don't have to have a good cultural background to read them. As long as you know Chinese characters, you can feel the beauty in them.

The reason why Shixian is called Shixian is because what he writes is the brushwork of exiled immortals.

Combined with the calligraphy drawn by Bai Ye from the system.

No one is dazzled.

Even Lu Daxing was stunned for a long time, otherwise they would not have stopped Bai Ye who slipped away.

The barrage was completely boiling - Bai Ye, who had just washed his hands, saw it with his own eyes.

While watching it, I am very glad that I made up a 'source' story, and I am very proud.

Although he clearly knew that this world didn't have this poem, if he had a thicker skin, it wouldn't matter if he said he wrote it.

But admitting it is not necessarily a good thing.

Writing poetry is not an easy task. You need to know the rhythm, you need to know the allusions, you need to know the succession and transformation, and so on.

Although Bai Ye has always thought that he is smart and has read some books, he really doesn't understand these things.

It is true that most modern Chinese people do not specialize in ancient poetry, but there are always people who really know it.

At that time, people will come over to discuss and discuss, should they pick up or not?

Don't say anything else, just ask, in your poem, is the word "jue" in "The Pillow of Only Feeling Time" pronounced as "cry" or "jue"?

That would take a long time to explain.

Because the evolution and usage of this polyphonic character in ancient poetry, it is a huge project to really explain it clearly.

In the earliest days, the antonym of sleep was sleep (squeaky), not waking up.

To sleep means to enter sleep, and to feel (called) means to end sleep. These are the original meanings of the two words.

Another meaning, Jue (absolutely) represents the human body's perception and experience of the outside world...

With just this one word, you can write a thesis, not to mention so many places to explore in the whole poem——

Even the name has been changed.

The original name was "Sleepwalking in Tianmu Mountain, Bie Donglu Zhugong", and even the genre was determined later.

This can lead to four genres, song, line, quotation and chanting.

Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" also wrote "Pipa Yin" at the beginning.

Thinking about it, Bai Ye found it extremely troublesome, and countless things beckoned to him again.

Simply refuse to admit it.

I just said that I dreamed this, not that I wrote it, what can you do?

I don't even admit it, do you still want to discuss it with me?

Human thinking is inherently rebellious. The more you deny something, the more they will find reasons for you.

On the contrary, if you make a big deal and say that you are a genius, they will be suspicious again.

It's cheap and true.

In this wave, I love someone standing in the atmosphere!

Bai Ye put his phone back in his pocket and was about to leave the National TV building when he bumped into Lu Wen head-on.

"Mr. Bai! It's okay, I found you!"

"What do you want me to do? I'm off work."

Lu Wen said: "Thanks to you today, Director Lu would like to invite you to have a meal with the professors."

Bai Ye waved his hand: "No need, I just want to go back now."

"Um... It may be a little difficult for you to leave by yourself."

The expression on Lu Wen's face was very strange, "Because it's a live broadcast, the poems you wrote spread too fast, and now people in the whole building are probably looking for you."

Bai Ye's face changed.

Whoops, made a mistake.

He suddenly thought of one thing that he had overlooked - the status of literati in this world is a bit higher than in his previous life.

In this atmosphere, he 'created' the Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Liu Farewell...

hiss!

Being blocked by these people, still thinking about going back to Star City for a holiday today?

Still thinking about going to the Xiangjiang River to teach those damn fish a lesson?

Don't even think about it!

Coincidentally, there were noisy footsteps not far away, approaching the men's room!

Bai Ye quickly grabbed Lu Wen, and quickly ran in another direction, asking as he ran, "Is there a back door? Take me out!"

He didn't want to be surrounded by people, and he didn't even bother to take care of Zuo Jiufu. Anyway, he had hands and feet, so he was so big that he could take care of himself.

Just as Lu Wen was about to speak, he turned the corner and saw a group of people.

"Bai Ye! He's over there!"

"Where is where?"

"This way, the toilet!"

"Quick! Stop him!"

Lu Wen hurriedly said, "Go to the right!"

Bai Ye nodded, and ran away sullenly.

Before leaving this building, he didn't want to say anything, so as not to be discouraged and slow down!

Fortunately, Lu Wen was well aware of the terrain here, and they really slipped out after going left and right.

Behind him, the whole building was in chaos.

......

Not long after, a piece of news spread, with noses and eyes——

Bai Ye, who just got off the show, was almost blocked in the toilet for an interview, and he ran away before he even had time to put on his pants.

And said loudly, 'I didn't write the poem!Said it was a dream! '

Those who paid attention to this matter were taken aback for a while, and people can see people discussing this matter in various places on the Internet.

"Good guy, does he think we are stupid? Who else could have written this if he didn't write it!"

"That's right, it's impossible for someone to write a ghostwriter. Leaving aside the issue of strength, the propositions for writing poems are all temporarily drawn out by Xiang Caijie, the leading party!"