"One man can hold off ten thousand men?"
"F * ck, this story has to be told properly.”
"When an ordinary man is angry, his blood splatters three steps away. When a scholar is angry…give me a supplement.”
"Blood splattered thirty steps!"
"Impressive, not bad, not bad. It's a pity that I don't write poems with this literary talent.”
"Stop fooling around. The poet's position in my heart is sacred now.”
"Using such a unique method to seek justice for those poets who have been treated unfairly.”
"This is a real big shot?"
"What Professor Zhu said just now was right. Culture is really a war.”
" That's right. This is a form of cultural erosion. From now on, whenever Russia thinks of poetry, the words Yun Zhonghe will naturally appear in their minds.”
"This is just a manifestation of cultural erosion. Why is Chinese culture so popular in the world now?
In fact, it was these great authors who used their own stories to move people overseas.
Then, the readers would naturally develop a strong curiosity about the land and culture that could produce such an outstanding author.
Then, I fell in love with this country."
"Yes, cultural invasion is the most terrifying.”
"Force can only make people yield, but culture can make people submit. This is the biggest relationship between the two.”
"Rise up, China's literati.
You will write more excellent novels, write more music, and make better movies. Let the world feel the charm of China.”
“……”
Zi Feng looked at the screen in a daze, a blush rising on her pretty face.
"Grandpa Zhu, you used a poem to conquer the people of an entire country, and you actually said that it was just a snack?
I really can't think of anything.
What else did Yun Zhonghe do that could be called a tough nut to crack?”
Zhu Xing was in a great mood." Zi Feng lass, it's not that you can't think of it, but that the entire world can't think of it.
Because of Yun Zhonghe.
It was like a wild crane in the clouds, not revealing its mountain or dew, but once it flapped its wings, it would definitely soar into the sky.”
Teacher He, who had not spoken for a long time, finally spoke." Zi Feng, do you know how many works Yun Zhonghe has?”
Zi Feng thought for a moment and said," A lot, right? In any case, there should be twenty or thirty songs that I know how to recite."
There are also some poems that I can't memorize, but I know them and like them very much.”
Teacher He shook his head." He doesn't actually have many works. Compared to other poets, the number of poems he has can even be said to be very few.”
"Ah?"
Zi Feng was greatly shocked.
As long as Yun Zhonghe was Chinese, there was basically no one who did not know him.
But he was a figure from ten years ago after all.
She only knew that he was a poet, and a very good one at that.
However, he didn't know much about his details.
For example, the number of poems he had written. Other than some fans who really liked him, no one would deliberately count them.
Teacher He was very satisfied with Zi Feng's surprise and didn't keep him in suspense either, explaining,""Don't be surprised.
He had written a total of 50 poems.
The poetry collection of Yun Zhonghe that you have seen.
Inside were all of his works.”
Zi Feng was stunned.
Some of the netizens 'eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
In their impression.
Wasn't Yun Zhonghe's poem everywhere?
For example, the two-sentence song " A Generation ".
For example, the poem " See Me or Not ", which was not a love poem but was often used as a confession.
For example, the song "Farewell to Kangqiao" that expressed the feelings of parting.
For example, the extremely imaginative song," The Market in the Sky."
Wait a minute…
There were too many.
How come there are only fifty songs in total?
Teacher He saw Zi Feng's confusion and explained,""Yun Zhonghe doesn't have many poems, but every one of his poems is a classic.
As long as they were people who went to school.
He could easily recite a few of his poems.
Moreover, many of his poems had entered the textbooks.
Let's not talk about our country. I'm talking about foreign countries.
He was the real one.
The work was not in quantity, but in quality.”
Zi Feng was suddenly enlightened." Is that so? I thought that the poem I bought was from the 'Poetry Collection of Yun Zhonghe.'
It was selected from many of his poems and published.
This was too amazing.
He would write fifty poems, all of which would be classics.
How did you do it?"
"Little Sister Zi Feng, don't be surprised, because his name is Yun Zhonghe.”
" I specially went to look for Yun Zhonghe's poetry collection. At first glance, I basically knew how to recite it.”
"Let's play a game. Count the number of Yun Zhonghe's poems you know in your heart. If there are less than ten poems, zero will be deducted, and if there are between ten and twenty poems, one will be deducted.
And so on, those who knew everything would be deducted 5 points.
Don't go back on your word."
“5！”
“5！”
“……”
The screen was filled with numbers.
It was basically five.
Zhu Xing, who had been looking at the screen, was gratified.
" Alright," he continued," I won't take up too much of your time. Let me tell you what happened next."
As a Chinese, I naturally have to go back to my country and publicize the fact that someone can bring glory to my country.
However, I was still too late.
Because I have a friend who works in France who called me.
He excitedly told me that there was a Chinese man who published a poem in French in the largest newspaper in France.
Translated into Chinese, it was called Wish.
Now, this poem was sweeping across the entire French-speaking world with unstoppable momentum.
The heat was unprecedentedly high.
Moreover, because of his sensitive identity, he was currently in a heated discussion in the French-speaking countries.
Some fans who liked this poem even began to doubt that the incident with Morch's poetry collection, which shocked the entire world, was a targeted conspiracy.
I'm familiar with this script.
I asked him.
The poet's name, if translated, was Yun Zhonghe?
Haha...
My friend was dumbfounded.
He was the first to receive the news and informed me immediately.
He was in France, while I was in Russia. No matter how well-informed I was, I wouldn't be faster than him.
Then, I told him what happened in Russia.
He was shocked.
Then we talked for a long time.
They were all talking about this poem.
They were all talking about Yun Zhonghe.
After that, we plan to tell our friends in China about this news and ask them to find a way to publish it in the media.
This would make everyone in China happy.
After all, in the past month.
We have suffered the greatest cultural humiliation.
But…"
At this point, Zhu Xing stopped and smiled bitterly.
It was as if she had suffered a lot back then.
The audience also hoped that he would listen to it so that they could express the indescribable excitement in their hearts.
"F * cking Russian, French, what language is next?”
"Is this brother a god?"
"It feels so good. It feels even better than reading a novel.”
"You're amazing, my brother."
"Haha…you've ganged up on us, and now you've been slapped in the face, right?”
"So the first edition of 'Wish' was written in French.”
"I studied abroad in France. When I read 'Wish' in French, it's really beautiful.”
"F * ck…"
"Why does this plot feel like a web novel? It's too bizarre.”
" I thought Yun Zhonghe was already impressive enough. I didn't expect him to have such an impressive past. He's even more impressive.”
"Previous poster, break off your sentence just now. It's a prose poem without any punctuations.”
"Previously, I liked Yun Zhonghe. Just now, I admired him. Now, I worship him.”
"Why did Yun Zhonghe retire after writing a book of poetry? It's such a pity.”
"F * ck…"
"I realized a very serious problem.”
"Me too."
"It seems that quite a few people have experienced this scenario today.”
"For example, Zhi Tong, An Tusheng, Han Shuang, Guo Erwei…I'm a little nervous.”
"Don't talk about that matter first, because this matter has already shocked my legs to the point that they are numb.”
“……”
Zi Feng went through " Wishes " in his heart, and he was already worshipping Yun Zhonghe to the extreme.
What kind of talent did he have to write such a poem?
"But…we realized that we were one step too late.”
Zhu Xing laughed and cried." Because Yun Zhonghe published a poem in German almost at the same time.
It was called " The West Wind ".
Similarly, the appearance of this poem caused a storm in the German-speaking world.
Needless to say, the author was still Yun Zhonghe.
But this fellow countryman who had helped Yun Zhonghe release " The West Wind " to the media…
However, they spread the news back to the country before we did.
He also sent the Chinese version of the poem back.
The next day, this matter made the headlines of all the major newspapers.
The poetry lovers who had been depressed by the Morch incident cheered.
Because this matter represented…
It was not just how powerful Yun Zhonghe was.
Most importantly, this matter was still being told to the whole world.
The Chinese poetry world was very powerful.
At that time, we were very excited.
After that, he also spread the news of what Yun Zhonghe had done in Russia and France.
For a moment, the entire country was in an uproar!"
At this point, Zhu Xing himself became excited.
It was as if he had returned to the past, and the reaction that these three pieces of news had caused when they were sent back to the country.
"F * ck…"
"F * ck…"
"Is it true?"
"This is like the plot of a fantasy novel, everyone.”
"Oh my god, is this still a human?”
"This person's experience is already so bizarre that it's on par with Ye Shaoheng's.”
"Yeah, this is simply a legend.”
"Ahem…I'm not worried about anything else, but I'm worried that this is someone else's avatar?”
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