Rebirth Entertainment: The national goddess is lying on my bed at the beginning

The moment Lin Tian's poem came out, the entire live broadcast room was boiling.

"Sure enough, it's still Lin Tian."

"Teacher Lin Tian is so awesome."

"I still scold people in person without mercy."

"Who dares to deny my Lin Tianda's identity as a contemporary poetry immortal now? He writes poems and curses on the spot."

"Husband Lin Tian, ​​I love you and I want to have a baby with you."

"Husband Lin Tian, ​​I am a loli, with big breasts and easy to push."

"Upstairs, let me come."

There was a commotion in the venue.Fu Liheng shook his head helplessly, and Wen Feng's face turned pale with anger.

"Lin Tian, ​​why do you curse?"

Lin Tian quickly said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Vice Chairman Wen, I just said that I am more straightforward and did not mean to curse. You sir have a lot, so I have another poem for you to read."

Without waiting for Wenfeng to intervene, Lin Tian directly recited:

"The body of Lin Tian, ​​​​in the camp city, is frivolous and has not ceased to exist. Your body and name will be destroyed, and the eternal flow of rivers will not be destroyed."

This poem "Six Quatrains for a Play" was written by Du Fu who couldn't stand some evil trends at that time that denied the "Literature of the Six Dynasties". Faced with this sudden countercurrent in the poetry world, he still stood up and wanted to express his anger in poetry. Come and criticize those who don’t know the heights of heaven and earth.

The first sentence of the original text should be Wang Yangluluo's contemporary style. The main idea of ​​the whole text is that Wang Yangluluo created a style and genre of Ci, but superficial and ignorant commentators ridiculed him endlessly.After everything in your generation has been reduced to dust, the eternal flow of these mighty rivers will not be harmed at all.

Lin Tian unceremoniously changed it to himself here, satirizing Wen Feng and others for not being able to write his own style of classic poetry, but instead jealously denying it.

But this sentence meant that it was not just Wen Feng, but some old antiques in the venue also showed dissatisfaction.

"Lin Tian, ​​why are you so arrogant?"

"Lin Tian, ​​don't be arrogant just because you can write a few poems."

"It's still early for you to create new themes."

"You are still too young, arrogant and ignorant."

Lin Tian didn't care about the accusations from some people in the venue.

At this time Fu Liheng stood up and said, "Everyone, Lin Tian's poetry talent is obvious to all. Although this temporary poetry is too sharp, the level and quality can be seen."

"Then you can't be so arrogant."

"Yes."

"There are so many genres of poetry. He is a college student who has just graduated a year ago, but he can't do anything."

Lin Tian smiled, "Isn't there going to be poetry writing on the spot later? I can just compose a few poems."

Everyone was shocked. Lin Tian was really crazy. Did he really think that poetry could be composed just by saying it?

At this time, Wen Feng, who was resentful in his heart, said quickly, "Okay, since Lin Tian said so, everyone has just shared what they have just shared. As the vice chairman of the association, I suggest that we start the next step now, composing poems on the spot. "

Everyone in the venue echoed.

Luyao glanced at Lin Tian helplessly, why was this young man so restless?

However, Luyao still walked up to the podium, "Many people have just shared and displayed some of their excellent poems in the past year, and everyone has their own opinions on whether they are good or bad. Now that everyone agrees, let's move on to the next step. It means composing poems on the spot, and everyone can participate. The following is the first topic. Ancient poems use Mingzhi poems to sing about love. Just now, everyone has been quite controversial about the practices of some young poets. So our first topic is Mingzhi. Everyone can create poems that reflect their aspirations.”

As soon as Lu Yao finished speaking, everyone in the venue frowned and thought. Fu Liheng and Wen Feng were also thinking secretly.

After a while, someone came to the stage and wrote with a pen.There is paper and pen there, and this part requires everyone to write their own poems.

Lin Tian walked slowly to a table and started writing.

There is also a time limit for writing poems on the spot, 10 minutes for each question. After 10 minutes, Luyao walked to the stage and took the microphone.

"Now, please ask those who have written poems to bring their poems over. I will recite them live, and then everyone will judge."

After Lu Yao finished speaking, Wen Feng was the first to walk over.

Lin Tian was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect Wen Feng to write it out too.

Although Lu Yao was dissatisfied, she still took over Wen Feng's poem and read it out.

Ordinary, this was Lin Tian's feeling. He looked around and found that everyone's reaction was not very enthusiastic. He understood that it seemed that he was not the only one who felt this way.

Immediately afterwards, several more professors handed over their own poems, and Fu Liheng also wrote one.

What surprised Lin Tian was that Fu Liheng's poem was considered the best among the poems that appeared in this title.

When no one had any more poems, everyone couldn't help but turn their attention to Lin Tian.

Lin Tian calmly handed his poem to Luyao. Luyao picked up the paper and looked at it, frowning slightly.

Wen Feng couldn't wait to speak and said, "What's wrong, Chairman Lu? Is it because Lin Tian's writing is not good?"

Luyao ignored Wenfeng, still frowning in thought.

Wenfeng felt unhappy about Luyao's disregard, but he did not dare to do anything to his superiors on this occasion.

At this time, the audience in the room and online became curious about what Lin Tian wrote that made Luyao so entangled.

After a while, Lu Yao slowly said, "I can't tell whether the lyrics of this poem by Lin Tian are different, or there are some elements of opera in it, but the quality is very good. I will read it out and everyone will judge it."

"Shanshan Sheep·Tao Qing"

Author: Lin Tian (original: Yuan·Song Fanghu)

The green mountains treat each other, the white clouds love each other, and the purple robes and golden belts can never be dreamed of.A thatched cottage with wild flowers blooming.It doesn't matter who's house prospers or falls, who succeeds or fails, it's still a joy to have a gourd in the back alley.If you are poor, your spirit will not change; if you are rich, your ambition will not change. "

"What did Lin Tianda write? It doesn't look like poetry or lyrics."

“But it feels like it’s well written.”

"Husband Lin Tian is a contemporary poet."

Not only the audience was confused, but the scholars and professors present were also a little confused, but no one denied the quality of this piece.

Fu Liheng hesitated and said, "Lin Tian, ​​can you tell me about this poem?"

"Of course it's no problem." Lin Tian smiled and said, "Teachers, this is actually a kind of opera from ancient China. It's just a form of creation that I combine with opera and drama. This is different from poetry or lyrics. I call it music. Music also has a strict metrical formula, and each song has fixed format requirements in terms of sentence structure, number of words, equivalence, etc."

Lu Yao, Fu Liheng and others all stood there in shock, and Wen Feng was also in disbelief. Did Lin Tian really create a new genre?