Chapter 685： Mid-Autumn Festival No. 1 word

The title of the fortieth episode of "Wulin Biography" is to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day trip to the dream, and a reunion at the inn after suffering.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone was homesick and depressed. Xiao Guo thought that if he hadn't come here and continued to roam the rivers and lakes, he might be a generation of heroines now. Dazui said, if I had been a head catcher, I might be one of the four great catchers by now. Bai Zhantang believes that if he learned medical skills at the beginning, he would already be a generation of genius doctors now. Everyone's assumptions, in a magical moment, dreams come true...

The plot of this episode is very exciting, and the screenwriter's brains have opened up, making the audience hooked.

But what attracts the audience the most is the background music played at the end of this episode, or in other words, this background music adapted from lyrics.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it is. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to find out the shadows, so it seems to be in the world."

"Turning to Zhuge, a lowly home, and no sleep. There should be no hatred. What is the long-term goodbye? There are joys and sorrows in people, and the moon has cloudy and sunny. "

And when the fortieth episode of "Wulin Biography" ended, using this poem as an introduction, the entire Internet exploded in an instant.

Most people don't have a deep study of poetry, but in a modern society with a high degree of education, there are still basic aesthetics.

For this poem, everyone can appreciate its beauty.

Late at night, Weibo, "Wulin Biography" topic discussion group.

"Oh my God, after watching the fortieth episode, I was stunned by that poem. It was so beautifully written, so I went to the Internet to check it out. Heh, there was no shadow of that poem at all. This is Teacher Tan Yue wrote it, right?"

"Teacher Tan Yue must have written it, and it's not like he hasn't written it before."

"In terms of talent, I really admire Teacher Tan Yue, it's amazing!"

"I wish you a long life, and a thousand miles away. This is the best word I've ever heard written about Mid-Autumn Festival, and after it's made into music, it sings very well."

noon.

In the capital, Chen Ye's home.

When Chen Ye came home from get off work, he could smell the smell of fresh leeks. When he came to the kitchen, he saw his father making dumplings, stuffed with leeks and eggs.

"Dad, are you eating dumplings today?" Chen Ye asked.

When Chen Jian saw his daughter, he nodded and waved, "Your mother is coming back soon, wash your hands quickly, come and help me make dumplings, and if you delay your mother's lunch break later, she won't let you go."

"Cut." Chen Ye rolled his eyes in disdain, but he went to wash his hands and help his father make dumplings.

The family situation of the Chen family is that females are superior to males, and Ye Wen attaches great importance to lunch breaks. If mother's lunch break is delayed, Chen Ye will be fine, and the humble father will probably be miserable.

Chen Ye moved a chair, sat opposite to his father, rolled up his sleeves and started making dumplings.

After wrapping for a while, Chen Ye looked at his father and said, "Dad, my friend wrote a poem. I'll read it to you. Would you like to comment on it?"

Although Chen Ye's father, Chen Jian, is a strict wife at home, the main reason is that Ye Wen's status is too high. Chen Jian is still very famous in the capital. He is a professor at the School of Liberal Arts of Capital University and the honorary chairman of the Beijing Poetry Association. Cultural attainments are very deep.

Usually, if someone wants to visit him, there may not be a way.

Chen Jian raised his eyebrows, and while making dumplings, he said, "Okay, tell me, and I'll give you, my friend, some pointers."

Obviously, Chen Jian didn't care too much.

But this is normal. When it comes to dealing with affairs or messing around in the workplace, his level is really immature, but when it comes to literary works or poetry, then he can talk for three days and three nights.

Moreover, he himself is the honorary chairman of the Beijing Poetry Association, and he usually writes poems and lyrics. He writes more than a dozen poems every year, and two of them have been selected into the teaching aids for middle school students. It is also enough to prove Chen Jian's ability in poetry.

Chen Ye smiled, recalled a bit, and said to his father: "Dad, I told you, you can listen."

After finishing speaking, Chen Ye began to read in a rhythmic tone.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it is. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to find out the shadows, so it seems to be in the world."

After reading the last word, Chen Jian was stunned. The dumpling wrapper in his hand fell on the table at some point, and the filling inside was scattered.

"Where is Xia Que? Read it quickly." Chen Jian couldn't help urging.

Regarding his father's reaction, Chen Ye couldn't help laughing, and then, under Chen Jian's urging, he read out the second part of the poem, "Zuan Zhu Ge, low Qi household, Zhao Wumian. There should be no hatred, what's the matter?" Farewell to the perfect time? People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxing and waning. This matter is difficult in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long time and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles."

When Chen Ye finished reading "I wish you a long life, we will share the joys and joys of thousands of miles away", Chen Jian's already big eyes widened and he said loudly: "Good words, this is really a good word, it's so well written!"

Chen Ye snorted, looked at his father and asked, "Dad, how is this poem better than yours?"

"The difference between cloud and mud!" Chen Jian said solemnly.

Chen Ye said: "Who is mud? Who is cloud?"

Chen Jian coughed lightly in embarrassment, "Of course I'm mud."

Chen Jian is also full of rhetoric, but when he heard this poem, the sense of amazement, the trembling and excitement from the heart are really indescribable.

"Which master's word is this? What's the name of the word?" Chen Jian asked.

Chen Jian had just finished speaking, and before Chen Ye could answer, a gentle female voice came from outside the kitchen, "This was written by Tan Yue, and it appeared in the fortieth episode of "Wulin Biography" yesterday, by the way, Xiao Ye , do you know what the title of this poem is? It doesn’t seem to be written on TV.”

The one who came in with the voice was Chen Ye's mother, Chen Jian's wife, Ye Wen, director of the General Administration of Culture.

It turned out that Ye Wen had returned home when Chen Jian and Chen Ye were talking, but they were too focused to notice Ye Wen's return.

Chen Ye shook his head and said, "I don't know about this either, so I'll ask Mr. Tan later."

Ye Wen pulled a chair and sat down, and said: "This poem is very popular now, and everyone is discussing it. Some people say that once this poem comes out, no one will dare to write Mid-Autumn Festival poems in the future."

Chen Jian nodded sympathetically. Compared with Ye Wen and Chen Ye's mother and daughter, he is a professional poet, and he understands the amazing and excellent of this poem better.

…

The title of the fortieth episode of "Wulin Biography" is to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day trip to the dream, and a reunion at the inn after suffering.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone was homesick and depressed. Xiao Guo thought that if he hadn't come here and continued to roam the rivers and lakes, he might be a generation of heroines now. Dazui said, if I had been a head catcher, I might be one of the four great catchers by now. Bai Zhantang believes that if he learned medical skills at the beginning, he would already be a generation of genius doctors now. Everyone's assumptions, in a magical moment, dreams come true...

The plot of this episode is very exciting, and the screenwriter's brains have opened up, making the audience hooked.

But what attracts the audience the most is the background music played at the end of this episode, or in other words, this background music adapted from lyrics.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it is. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to find out the shadows, so it seems to be in the world."

"Turning to Zhuge, a lowly home, and no sleep. There should be no hatred. What is the long-term goodbye? There are joys and sorrows in people, and the moon has cloudy and sunny. "

And when the fortieth episode of "Wulin Biography" ended, using this poem as an introduction, the entire Internet exploded in an instant.

Most people don't have a deep study of poetry, but in a modern society with a high degree of education, there are still basic aesthetics.

For this poem, everyone can appreciate its beauty.

Late at night, Weibo, "Wulin Biography" topic discussion group.

"Oh my God, after watching the fortieth episode, I was stunned by that poem. It was so beautifully written, so I went to the Internet to check it out. Heh, there was no shadow of that poem at all. This is Teacher Tan Yue wrote it, right?"

"Teacher Tan Yue must have written it, and it's not like he hasn't written it before."

"In terms of talent, I really admire Teacher Tan Yue, it's amazing!"

"I wish you a long life, and a thousand miles away. This is the best word I've ever heard written about Mid-Autumn Festival, and after it's made into music, it sings very well."

noon.

In the capital, Chen Ye's home.

When Chen Ye came home from get off work, he could smell the smell of fresh leeks. When he came to the kitchen, he saw his father making dumplings, stuffed with leeks and eggs.

"Dad, are you eating dumplings today?" Chen Ye asked.

When Chen Jian saw his daughter, he nodded and waved, "Your mother is coming back soon, wash your hands quickly, come and help me make dumplings, and if you delay your mother's lunch break later, she won't let you go."

"Cut." Chen Ye rolled his eyes in disdain, but he went to wash his hands and help his father make dumplings.

The family situation of the Chen family is that females are superior to males, and Ye Wen attaches great importance to lunch breaks. If mother's lunch break is delayed, Chen Ye will be fine, and the humble father will probably be miserable.

Chen Ye moved a chair, sat opposite to his father, rolled up his sleeves and started making dumplings.

After wrapping for a while, Chen Ye looked at his father and said, "Dad, my friend wrote a poem. I'll read it to you. Would you like to comment on it?"

Although Chen Ye's father, Chen Jian, is a strict wife at home, the main reason is that Ye Wen's status is too high. Chen Jian is still very famous in the capital. He is a professor at the School of Liberal Arts of Capital University and the honorary chairman of the Beijing Poetry Association. Cultural attainments are very deep.

Usually, if someone wants to visit him, there may not be a way.

Chen Jian raised his eyebrows, and while making dumplings, he said, "Okay, tell me, and I'll give you, my friend, some pointers."

Obviously, Chen Jian didn't care too much.

But this is normal. When it comes to dealing with affairs or messing around in the workplace, his level is really immature, but when it comes to literary works or poetry, then he can talk for three days and three nights.

Moreover, he himself is the honorary chairman of the Beijing Poetry Association, and he usually writes poems and lyrics. He writes more than a dozen poems every year, and two of them have been selected into the teaching aids for middle school students. It is also enough to prove Chen Jian's ability in poetry.

Chen Ye smiled, recalled a bit, and said to his father: "Dad, I told you, you can listen."

After finishing speaking, Chen Ye began to read in a rhythmic tone.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it is. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to find out the shadows, so it seems to be in the world."

After reading the last word, Chen Jian was stunned. The dumpling wrapper in his hand fell on the table at some point, and the filling inside was scattered.

"Where is Xia Que? Read it quickly." Chen Jian couldn't help urging.

Regarding his father's reaction, Chen Ye couldn't help laughing, and then, under Chen Jian's urging, he read out the second part of the poem, "Zuan Zhu Ge, low Qi household, Zhao Wumian. There should be no hatred, what's the matter?" Farewell to the perfect time? People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxing and waning. This matter is difficult in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long time and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles."

When Chen Ye finished reading "I wish you a long life, we will share the joys and joys of thousands of miles away", Chen Jian's already big eyes widened and he said loudly: "Good words, this is really a good word, it's so well written!"

Chen Ye snorted, looked at his father and asked, "Dad, how is this poem better than yours?"

"The difference between cloud and mud!" Chen Jian said solemnly.

Chen Ye said: "Who is mud? Who is cloud?"

Chen Jian coughed lightly in embarrassment, "Of course I'm mud."

Chen Jian is also full of rhetoric, but when he heard this poem, the sense of amazement, the trembling and excitement from the heart are really indescribable.

"Which master's word is this? What's the name of the word?" Chen Jian asked.

Chen Jian had just finished speaking, and before Chen Ye could answer, a gentle female voice came from outside the kitchen, "This was written by Tan Yue, and it appeared in the fortieth episode of "Wulin Biography" yesterday, by the way, Xiao Ye , do you know what the title of this poem is? It doesn’t seem to be written on TV.”

who came in with the voice was Chen Ye's mother, Chen Jian's wife, Ye Wen, director of the General Administration of Culture.

It turned out that Ye Wen had returned home when Chen Jian and Chen Ye were talking, but they were too focused to notice Ye Wen's return.

Chen Ye shook his head and said, "I don't know about this either, so I'll ask Mr. Tan later."

Ye Wen pulled a chair and sat down, and said: "This poem is very popular now, and everyone is discussing it. Some people say that once this poem comes out, no one will dare to write Mid-Autumn Festival poems in the future."

Chen Jian nodded sympathetically. Compared with Ye Wen and Chen Ye's mother and daughter, he is a professional poet, and he understands the amazing and excellent of this poem better.

Chen Jian nodded sympathetically. Compared with Ye Wen and Chen Ye's mother and daughter, he is a professional poet, and he understands the amazing and excellent of this poem better.

Chen Jian nodded sympathetically. Compared with Ye Wen and Chen Ye's mother and daughter, he is a professional poet, and he understands the amazing and excellent of this poem better.

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