"This old man, why is he so anxious?”
"That's right. You're a professor after all. Can't you be more magnanimous?”
"Do people nowadays have such bad tempers?”
"Professor, nicknamed Beast…you can figure it out yourself.”
"Don't kill a group of people just because of one person.”
"Don't you know Yun Zhonghe?”
"If you know about Yun Zhonghe, then you will know why Professor Zhu is so serious.”
"Who doesn't know about Yun Zhonghe? Few people had ever read his poems.”
"Yes, I admit that Yun Zhonghe is powerful, but it's not as exaggerated as he makes it out to be.
Moreover, with the poems he wrote, he would be remembered in history without Zhu Xing's emphasis.”
"His poems are truly classics among classics.”
"The dark night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I use them to find light…My favorite poem, no one else.”
"'A Generation' is just one of his many poems.”
"Sigh…It seems like these kids don't know about the 2012 poetry incident.”
"They are at most ten years old. It would be strange if they knew!”
"That's right. Why are you talking to these children? It's a waste of time.”
" They didn't understand Zhu Xing's meaning. Zhu Xing wanted the Chinese to remember Yun Zhonghe not only because of his name, but also because of that incident.”
"F * ck…What are you talking about?”
"If you ask me, who should I ask?"
"What poetry incident?"
"Don't worry, Zhu Xing will definitely say it.”
"When I tell you later, you will know how infuriating this incident is and how awesome Yun Zhonghe is.”
"Really? Then I have to listen carefully.”
"Listen carefully, children. From now on, you will be proud of being Chinese.”
"No regrets in entering China in this life? These words seemed to have been said by Yun Zhonghe?”
"If you want to talk about this, I won't be sleepy!”
“……”
The current Zi Feng was extremely aggrieved.
When she saw Zhu Xing's cheeky smile, she thought that he was a very kind old man.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to speak to him.
However, she never expected that she had only asked a few questions.
He actually got angry.
Zi Feng felt very wronged.
Of course, she knew Yun Zhonghe. In other words, any child who had gone to school in China would know him.
This was because his poems were simply too well written.
Then why are you shouting?
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved Zi Feng actually began to shed tears.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Xing also felt a little embarrassed and quickly comforted,"Zi Feng lass, I'm sorry. Grandfather was a little agitated just now.
I hope you can forgive Grandpa.
Grandpa didn't do it on purpose.
It's just that I was too angry about that incident back then, that's why I'm so excited.
Listen carefully. If Grandpa finishes speaking, you will still blame him.
No matter where you are, I will rush over to apologize to you in person.”
Zhu Xing's attitude was very humble.
As a professor, manners were the minimum.
He knew that he was right.
However, it was indeed a little wrong to be so fierce to a little girl.
Yang Mi hurriedly walked over and hugged Zi Feng in her arms. She gently said in her ear,"Zi Feng, I know about the incident in the poetry world in 2012.
Zhu Xing was an old pedant and a person with a strong national complex.
That's why he's so agitated. Don't blame him.
You'll know why he's so excited later.”
Zi Feng raised her pretty face and looked into Yang Mi's eyes with a delicate and pitiful look.
"Poet, how did it involve ethnic plots?" she asked, puzzled.”
"This matter can't be explained in one or two sentences. Don't be anxious. Since Zhu Xing has said so, he will tell this story to everyone.”Yang Mi said with a smile.
Zi Feng stopped her tears and turned around to wipe them. When she returned to the live broadcast screen, she was already smiling.
On an actor's self-cultivation!
Zi Feng walked to Teacher He's side and said to Zhu Xing on the screen,""Grandpa Zhu Xing, I'm still young and have never experienced that incident.
But I'm very curious now, and I hope you can tell us.”
"Haha…"
Zhu Xing felt extremely guilty.
The heavy burden in his heart was lifted, and he let out a hearty laugh.
"Alright, today I will tell everyone about that incident.
I believe that you will have a new understanding of Yun Zhonghe after listening to him.”
" Yes," Mr. He chimed in." I paid close attention to that incident. Now that I think about it, I still can't calm down."
Fortunately, we have a son.
His name was Yun Zhonghe.
He wasn't just a poet's pen name.
He is the backbone of our country.”
"How did a poet become the backbone of China?”
"The programs nowadays really have no limits just for gimmicks.”
"Is it that exaggerated? This echo sounded like it was real.”
"I can only say two words to you,'hehe'!”
"Sigh, seeing their comments, I really feel waves of sadness.”
"Don't worry about this. Wait for Professor Zhu to finish. They will understand.”
"Yes, they just haven't experienced it.”
“……”
Zhu Xing did not speak immediately.
He picked up the teacup and took a sip.
His eyes suddenly became blurry.
His memories began to drift, and the scene finally stopped in 2012.
"2012. It might be because the Mayan civilization predicted that the world would be destroyed.
As a result, that year was not a good one.
It was a disaster for the Chinese poetry world.
However, this disaster was not a natural disaster, but man-made.
That spring.
Morch, a famous figure in the world of poetry, had done something that made people all over the world give him a thumbs up.
He took the lead to prepare a poetry collection.
Then, he would pay all the copyright fees for this collection of poems.
All of it was used to support the children in Africa who could not afford to eat.
Haha…"
At this point, Zhu Xing sneered and asked the screen," Is it great, everyone?”
"Great, too great."
"Morch, a famous person. His poems are quite good. She didn't expect him to have done such an earth-shattering good deed.”
"Some famous people overseas really like to do charity.”
"Do you understand? They do charity to avoid taxes.”
"Brother, if you publish a book of poetry and donate all the money you earn, what kind of tax can you avoid?”
"That's right. Some people are just dark in their hearts.”
"Go ahead and scream. You'll cry later.”
"I'm just waiting for a good show."
"These children nowadays are too impatient.”
"They actually didn't hear anything wrong with Zhu Xing's tone. I'm also convinced.”
Zhu Xing naturally did not know what the audience was saying.
After he asked this question, after a while, he sneered and said,"Great. Everyone in the world thought he was great, including me at that time.
Because he also said that the royalty finances were completely open.
This way, no one would dare to say that he had selfish motives.
Then, he found a few famous poets in the world.
They planned together for a few days and came up with a perfect plan.
It was very simple.
He asked the poets from all over the world to send some works over, and then they would filter them.
In the end, the top 100 poems would be published as a collection of poems.
This was a magnificent feat!
100 new poems, 100 authors, and these poets were from all over the world.
If this poetry collection was published, the sales would definitely be explosive.
And these 100 poets would also go down in history, and the world would forever remember their names.
Although he didn't have money.
However, it could earn fame, and it was also a good thing.
Therefore, after Morch's invitation was sent out.
It was a new poem written by poets from all over the world, and it was a poem that made them feel good about themselves.
Like snowflakes, they drifted to Morch's kingdom.
Beauty Country.
The poets of our country are no exception.
Having been influenced by Confucianism for thousands of years, we are most particular about benevolence and righteousness.
Therefore, our country's poets were the most enthusiastic and sent poems that they thought were well written.”
At this point, the corners of Zhu Xing's mouth twitched.
He picked up the teacup again and took a sip of water.
"Is there a problem?"
"No, I've been listening for so long, but I can't hear any problems.”
"F * ck, what's this old man doing? Get straight to the point.”
"I don't understand this lousy show. It's 10,000 percent a set-up. Do they really take us for fools?”
"This is a good deed. Why is Zhu Xing so angry? Isn't he too petty?"
"That's right. Can't others do good deeds?”
"What f * cking professor?"
"Back then, sigh! Morch is truly disgusting."
"He was just used as a tool. The real instigator was the Beauty Nation.”
"Disgusting, just thinking about that makes me feel disgusted.”
"Zhu Xing is indeed a professor.
He wanted these children to remember this matter like a brand in their minds, so that they wouldn't be unaware of the world for a day.”
"I support you!"
"Agreed!"
“……”
Zhu Xing put down the teacup again and continued to speak to the camera.
"According to the latest official data, almost 8,000 poets from all countries and regions in the world have sent poems to them.
There were more than 15,000 poems in total.
The kind-hearted Morch's team even made a detailed count of the number of poets who sent letters from each country, as well as the number of poems sent over.
The country with the most poets was China.
The country that sent the most poems was also China.
There were 618 participating poets from China, and they wrote 1,023 poems.
I will remember these two numbers for the rest of my life.”
"China is still the best."
"I am proud to be a Chinese.”
"What is benevolence and righteousness? This is benevolence and righteousness.”
"Benevolence and righteousness are carved into the bones of the people of China.”
"I like these 600 poets."
"So proud, so proud!"
"This poetry collection should be very popular. Why haven't I heard of it before?”
"Me too. It's strange. A collection of 100 outstanding poets. It must be very good.”
"I'll go to the bookstore later."
Mr. He listened quietly and did not speak, even though Zhu Xing had stopped.
He knew that Zhu Xing did this on purpose.
Because he knew how heavy the words that Zhu Xing was about to say were.
Zhu Xing's lips were trembling slightly, and his expression was as if he had lost his parents. He tried his best to control his teeth that were chattering from anger.
He said angrily to the camera.
" 618 poets, 1,023 poems…
……
All of them failed."
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