Chapter 398： Which poet's poem is this?

After Tan Yue read the fans' comments in the comment area, most of them were talking about the half of the poem. I hope Tan Yue can complete the poem.

Tan Yue wrote half of this poem when he thought it was appropriate, but he didn't expect it to be so popular with fans.

However, it is also acceptable. This poem has more than 500 million hits in its previous life, which itself shows that the popularity of this poem is considerable. Maybe the quality is not top-notch, but the empathy of this poem is unmatched by ordinary poems.

Many people like this poem because they are moved by this poem.

Tan Yue opened the Weibo input box and wrote down the entire poem.

"Suddenly there is an old man's heart, looking back at the mountains and rivers, it is already autumn."

"Two lovesickness in the same snow, this life is also counted as whiteheads."

After writing it, Tan Yue looked at the poem in a daze.

Where is the sorrow from people, and the autumn from people's hearts. Some ideas are like wine, the more you drink it, the purer it becomes, which makes people addicted. The past is like smoke, but some figures have left imprints in my heart. Although they are becoming more and more blurred, they can still be clearly seen when I recall carefully.

More than a year has passed, and I came to this world from the earth, I don't know what happened to Jiajia.

Tan Yue suddenly smiled wryly, does he think he is a bad man? Over the past year, as time went by, he recalled less and less Jiajia.

Maybe after some time, the relationship that was regarded as the most important at the beginning will gradually fade away? Forgot by him?

"Ugh."

Tan Yue sighed.

This is the case with literary works, which can often evoke the deepest thoughts in people's hearts.

Shaking his head, Tan Yue shook off all these thoughts in his heart. What has passed is indeed irreversible.

Tan Yue estimated that he might not be able to travel back after spending his whole life.

But in the past year, he has gradually adapted to the life in this world, and the life in this world. If he can really find a way to travel back, will he really be willing to let go of all this and travel back?

Tan Yue frowned tightly. To be honest, he really didn't know. If it was this time last year, he would have made a decision without hesitation, but now...Suddenly, Tan Yue's mind flashed After a series of figures, Xu Nuo, Momo, parents, sister-in-law, and little Tan Xin, finally appeared in front of Tan Yue was a figure who would never give up to a man—Chen Ziyu.

Can you really let go of these people?

It wasn't until the beep sound came from the social software on the computer that Tan Yue recovered from this melancholy, and immediately couldn't help laughing at himself.

I am also bored, unexpectedly being pulled into the complicated vortex of memories by a poem.

But this also reflects from the other side that the empathy of this poem is indeed very strong.

Taking a deep breath, Tan Yue clicked send with the mouse, and the complete poem was sent out.

After Tan Yue just clicked to relax, there was a wave of waves on his Weibo, and the waves were getting bigger and bigger!

…

On Weibo, many netizens were discussing the half poem. It was so well written, but it was only half a poem. It really whetted people's appetite.

However, when everyone was talking about it and couldn't sleep because of the disturbance of this half of the poem, Tan Yue finally wrote the whole poem.

"Fuck! Teacher Tan Yue wrote the whole poem!"

"Suddenly there was an old man's heart. Looking back at the mountains and rivers, it is already autumn. It turns out that these two sentences are really well written! They are very appropriate to the previous two sentences!"

"Suddenly there is an old man's heart. Looking back at the mountains and rivers, it is already autumn. The two lovesickness is the same as the snow, and this life is considered to be the same. Sigh, this poem makes my nose feel a little sore."

"I used to read a book that said that when someone read a poem, they would be infected by the poem and cry bitterly, but I never believed it. I thought it was just a poem. How could it have such great power, but now I believe it. .”

"I have to say, the empathy in Teacher Tan Yue's poem is really too strong!"

"Huh? I remember someone swore before? He said that Teacher Tan Yue wrote the whole poem, so he didn't want the whole body. What about that dear friend? Why is there no one?"

"Hahahahaha, I really admire him. Maybe it's his aggressive method that blows up Teacher Tan Yue and completes this poem."

"It's not impossible. Teacher Tan Yue has always had the habit of spying on the screen. It's really possible that when Teacher Tan Yue read our comments, he was stimulated by that dear friend's comment, and then wrote the whole poem of this poem. sent it out."

Tan Yue's Weibo was very lively.

And this excitement is slowly moving to a bigger place.

On Weibo Chaohua, forums, and post bars, gradually there are voices of discussion.

The reason why it spread so quickly was not only because of Tan Yue's relatively high popularity, but also because of the wide spread of this poem before.

Although there was only half a poem before, and it didn't take long to write it, but it was loved by netizens and spread widely on the Internet. It's not quite as dramatic as hitting more than 500 million hits on the planet, but it's estimated to have hit 50 million.

A large number of self-media news accounts, like sharks smelling blood, launched a gluttonous feast on this incident.

The related reports about this poem on the Internet have not reached the level of overwhelming, but as time goes by, more and more people pay attention to this complete poem, and the popularity of this poem is getting higher and higher. The higher the level, the more media will report on it.

The level of popularity reached is not the top in the entertainment industry, but it is not bad. It can be compared to the level of a first-line singer releasing an album.

…

Beijing, downtown, a five-star hotel.

In the suite where Qi Xue lives, there is a balcony in the bedroom, a wooden rattan chair and coffee table, and a bottle of red wine on the coffee table. The color gives people a sense of luxury.

Beside the brown rattan chair and coffee table was a leather sofa. Qi Xue's long messy hair was scattered behind her shoulders, two pairs of long snow-white legs were coiled on the sofa, a goblet was held in one hand, and her gaze was looking straight at her. Facing the night sky, the whole person seemed a little dazed.

The suite Qi Xue lived in was located on the upper floors of the hotel, so the hustle and bustle of the road below could not be heard here. All Qi Xue could hear was the slight sound of the wind, and the faint voices of people coming from nowhere.

She raised her hand and took a sip of the red wine in the goblet, and immediately a blush appeared on Qi Xue's delicate and beautiful face.

"Cough cough cough."

Qi Xue took out a piece of paper and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"Ugh."

This is the first time she has sighed this evening.

After returning from the outside today, Qi Xue's condition was relatively poor, even Mo Ting could tell, but Mo Ting didn't know if she should ask, and in the end she didn't ask.

It's just that Mo Ting was also worried. Qi Xue, who seldom drank alcohol, suddenly called her today to ask her to prepare a bottle of wine. She thought Qi Xue was going to give it away, but she didn't expect it to be drunk by herself.

Although she wanted to stay and take care of Qi Xue, to prevent any accidents from this benefactor, but in the end she couldn't persuade Qi Xue, and Mo Ting was kicked out.

Just like that, Mo Ting went outside Qi Xue's suite to listen to the movement every ten minutes, for fear that something might happen to Qi Xue. Mo Ting knew why Qi Xue went out in the afternoon, so she was concerned about Qi Xue's current poor state. , I also have some guesses in my heart, maybe it has something to do with Tan Yue.

Mo Ting didn't guess, Qi Xue was also messed up by Tan Yue now, Qi Xue really didn't know what Tan Yue was thinking.

Qi Xue thought that Tan Yue still loved her before, she believed in this, she had confidence in her own charm, she also had confidence in Tan Yue's love for her, and this was supported by some proofs, such as giving Tan Yue Yue bought that suit.

But when she talked with Tan Yue today, she didn't feel the love she wanted from Tan Yue's words and emotions.

For a moment, she was shaken by her previous thoughts.

Qi Xue raised her head and looked at the sky. In her eyes, the starry sky, which was originally the brightest, didn't seem so bright anymore. Those stars have dimmed a lot.

Ding ding ding.

The phone beeped three times, pulling Qi Xue's mind back from the air.

Qi Xue picked up the phone, looked at it, and was suddenly taken aback.

Is it Tan Yue who posted on Weibo?

A few days ago, she registered a Weibo account, and then used the account to set Tan Yue as a special concern. As a person she particularly cares about, if there is any movement on Tan Yue's Weibo, Qi Xue will be able to receive the notification. like just now.

Qi Xue clicked on the notification sent to her by her mobile phone just now, and directly entered the Weibo app.

This is Tan Yue's Weibo homepage.

Qi Xue looked at Tan Yue's latest Weibo. When she saw the content of Tan Yue's Weibo, Qi Xue was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes lit up.

This is a poem, Qi Xue has an impression of this poem, and Tan Yue completed it again.

"Suddenly there is an old man's heart. Looking back at the mountains and rivers, it is already autumn. The two lovesickness is the same as the snow, and this life is also counted as whiteheads."

After reading this poem lightly, Qi Xue became a little crazy.

This poem is so beautifully written!

At first, she was shaken. She thought that Tan Yue didn't like her anymore, and she was wrong. But now, Qi Xue can say with certainty that Tan Yue must still have herself in her heart! The indifference he showed in the afternoon was all pretended by him!

No wonder some people on the Internet say don't trust a man's mouth easily, because he may be duplicity! Maybe it was because he still couldn't let go of his airs and felt that he had hurt his dignity at the beginning, so he deliberately showed indifference to himself.

It must be so!

Otherwise, why didn't he post this poem sooner or later, but why did he post it today? !

Why did I write this poem on Weibo after I met him? !

Look at what this poem is about, isn't it about her?

Suddenly there is something in the heart of the old man, but I am still in his heart.

Looking back at the mountains and rivers, it is already autumn. Is this feeling the passage of time, is it missing myself and his past?

He knows that the two lovesickness is the same, and he still has him in his heart, and he also has lovesickness for me in his heart!

This life is also counted as living together, and he still wants to grow old together with himself!

From this poem, Qi Xue read deep regret.

Is it regret for losing yourself?

No regrets, you still have a chance!

Unknowingly, Qi Xue fell into a daydream. She was still holding a goblet of red wine in her hand. She didn't know if she was sleepy or drunk.

…

In the capital city, in the city center, in a courtyard house.

In the main room, Ye Wen was sitting behind a desk splashing ink, and next to her was her youngest daughter, Chen Ye, who came back from get off work.

"Mom, your calligraphy is getting better and better." Chen Ye smiled and flattered her, the smile on her face was extremely bright.

Ye Wen glanced at her eccentric little daughter, put down the brush in her hand, and said, "What's the matter?"

On the outside, Ye Wen is the director of the General Administration of Culture, with a high position and authority, she is the top figure in China's cultural industry, and in the entertainment industry, Ye Wen is even the top leader, whether it is an entertainment company or a TV station, they are all under her control.

But at home, Director Ye, who does not give in to men, has nothing to do with her lively and changeable little daughter. Maybe she is the youngest, and maybe it is more dangerous when she is born. In short, both Director Ye and Mr. Chen are right. Chen Ye was quite spoiled.

Chen Ye lowered his head slightly, smiled slyly, and said, "It's okay."

Ye Wen raised her eyebrows and shook her head in disbelief, "After I get off work today, you will obediently grind and help me. This is not normal. If something goes wrong, there must be something wrong. Tell me, what's the matter with you?"

Chen Ye flicked his ponytail, stuck out his tongue, and said, "Mom, shall I read you a poem?"

Chen Ye is already twenty-three years old this year. She has officially graduated from university and entered the work unit to work, but in Ye Wen's eyes, she is still that little girl who doesn't know much about the world.

"Oh? You want to read poetry to me?" Ye Wen smiled and said, "Then read it."

My daughter is a bit rebellious in character, just like now, her hair is dyed light yellow, of course the color is still mainly black, otherwise her father who has always been conservative will definitely not agree.

But although Chen Ye has a rebellious personality, he has inherited some of his parents' artistic cells. He has liked literature and poetry since he was a child. When he was in middle school, he even won the first prize in the poetry competition for middle school students in Beijing.

It's just that although Chen Ye likes poetry very much, he is rarely willing to read it to himself.

Ye Wen is also a little curious and expectant. What kind of poem is the poem that her daughter wants to read to herself? Do you sing the praises of motherly love?

Chen Ye put his hands behind his back, straightened his back, puffed up his chest, and solemnly began to recite.

"Suddenly there is something in the heart of an old friend,"

Hearing the first sentence read by Chen Ye Ye Wen raised her brows instantly, and her eyes shifted away from the calligraphy she just wrote.

"Looking back at the mountains and rivers, it is already autumn."

After Chen Ye read the second sentence, Ye Wen slightly narrowed her eyes.

"Two lovesickness in the same snow,"

Hearing the third sentence, Ye Wen frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

"This life is also counted as whiteheads."

After Chen Ye finished reading the last sentence, he pretended to sigh deeply, which made Ye Wen, who was immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, laugh dumbly.

Ye Wen looked at her daughter and commented: "This poem is not bad, the quality is not so high, but the rendering of emotion is extremely high."

After a pause, Ye Wen continued to ask: "Which poet's new work is this? Why haven't I heard of it?"