A top superstar who started as a composer

Chapter 306 Stunning
As for the lyricists sitting at the scene, some showed doubts, some showed excitement, and some showed surprise.

For example, Liang Bai looked a little surprised and uncertain.

Hearing what Jing Luo said meant, it wasn't that he didn't have confidence in his own work.

Just too lazy to take it out.

These words sounded to others that he had a free and easy personality, did not strive for fame and fortune, and was extraordinarily chic.

However, Liang Bai heard a kind of extreme arrogance and contempt in these words.

inspiration?Yes, poetry?Easy, I'm just too lazy to write.

The fame and achievements you have been fighting for and fighting for are within my reach.

So, what do you have to be proud of?
Liang Bai gritted his teeth: "If that's the case, then I'll ask Mr. Jingluo to enlighten me!"

The word teacher was bitten very hard by him.

Everyone could see his unconvinced.

Who knew that Yu Hai nodded and said, "Yes."

It's like really wanting to give a lesson.

Afterwards, he stopped talking nonsense and walked out of his position directly to the huge flower paper hanging on the side.

At this point, here's a small piece that has already been written about by someone else.

Yu Hai took a brush very casually, and wrote directly on it without brewing:
"The tide of the spring river connects with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea coexists with the tide"

He wrote silently, but many people at the scene followed his writing and read the above verses.

"Where is the spring river without moonlight!"

It seems that you can see a round of bright moon shining on the surface of the river, rippling thousands of miles away.

At the scene, except for the voice of reading aloud, all other sounds seemed to disappear, just like the sense of picture expressed by the poems.

It was quiet.

Then, there was the sound of jingle and pipa in such a slight sound.

Some people turned their heads subconsciously and found that it was Mr. Shen who had been sitting there quietly like a mascot.

Not knowing if she was touched by the verse, she involuntarily started to play the pipa in her hand.

What she played was an ancient song called Chunjiang Huayueye that everyone had heard before.

They thought this song was very beautiful before.

But at this moment, with the scenery depicted in the poem, everyone felt that the scenery of the moonlit night on the spring river became more and more magnificent.

It is also more concretely beautiful, and has a greater impact on people's hearts.

"Who on the riverside saw the moon for the first time? When did the river moon shine on people?"

"The generations of life are endless, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year."

"..."

The scenery depicted by verses and music complement each other, so they accomplish each other and promote each other to a higher level.

In the dimness, the heat of summer seems to have disappeared. They seem to be in a beautiful and quiet place. Their vision rotates with the poems, from big to small, from far to near, and then they focus on a lonely moon.

The romantic and aesthetic atmosphere surrounds everyone.

"Which family is Bian Zhouzi tonight? Where is Acacia Mingyue Building?"

The late frost condenses on the petals on the shore, it seems that there is a breeze blowing over the boat, making ripples, and also stirring up a piece of nostalgia in our past years.

The clear and beautiful musical language, the highly aesthetic poems, and the thoughts and feelings contained in the poems.

Everyone present was intoxicated by it, unable to extricate themselves.

"I don't know how many people will return by riding the moon? The falling moon shakes the trees in the river."

Music flows in everyone's ears like water, and the images on the surface of this poem also rotate with the passage of time. The beauty of the night.

The perfect expression of literature and art.

Really wonderful!

When Yu Hai finished writing, he put down his sore right hand, raised his head and turned around.

It was found that everyone at the scene was staring at the poems on the wall with blurred eyes.

Each of them looked focused and in a trance, as if immersed in another world, and they would not be able to recover for a while.

The recitation stopped, and then the pipa sound also ended in an overtone.

The scene fell into complete silence.

Even the crowd eating melons seemed to be affected by the beautiful atmosphere created by this rare poetry and music, and they were reluctant to break such a beautiful artistic conception for a long time.

The sound stops and the meaning is not clean, and the poem ends with infinite emotion.

Yu Hai waited for a while, but found that no one made a sound.

He stepped forward to sit back in his seat.

However, when he moved, he finally drew the attention of many people back to him.

After recovering, everyone looked at Jingluo with complicated expressions.

There are admiration, gratification, surprise, shock, disbelief, and embarrassment.

Liang Bai stared dumbfounded at Yu Hai walking back to his place calmly.

His mouth opened, but he didn't know what to say.

This poem left him speechless, and it also made him feel the gap between himself and Jingluo like a gap.

Thinking of his previous self-righteousness, he now only felt a burst of embarrassment in his heart.

He had never been so frustrated since he was a child.

After Yu Hai sat down at his seat, raised his teacup, and took a sip of tea, the scene finally became lively.

"Wonderful!"

"Write the moon every sentence, but it is not tedious."

"What a beautiful, unrestricted, clear and charming picture of a moonlit night on the spring river, I admire it!"

"From the beginning, I felt the majestic aura of the bright moon erupting with the rushing tide. Absolutely!"

"The moon shines on the spring river, the waves are shining, the river is turning round, the flowers and plants are everywhere, the frost is flowing, and the white sand can't see so many wonderful realms. I almost cried to death. No one else can express it in a poem. His poems are full of beauty." There is."

"Quiet, bright, ethereal and clear, really beautiful!"

"The whole poem takes the night as the background, depicting the picture of the spring river under the spring moon, creating a wonderful atmosphere of purity, clarity, confusion, trance and emptiness."

"Poetry of poems!"

"This is the most beautiful ancient poem I have ever seen!"

"I think this poem needs us to taste it more carefully, and there are many places to interpret."

"..."

Yu Hai silently watched everyone speak up enthusiastically, without making a sound, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

In fact, it really doesn't matter much.

When these people discuss this poem, the older and more senior they are, the more they have their own ideas.

They have their own opinions, and they don't need the author of Whalefall to give them affirmation.

Of course, when arguing with others occasionally, I will also ask for his opinion.

But most of the time, Jingluo said that the wise see the wise and the benevolent see benevolence, so they must stick to their ideas.

Over time, the more they read the poem, the more they feel they've learned more, and so there's more to publish, endlessly.

Time passed slowly, but the exchange meeting did not enter the next link.

Is there only one session today?
Yu Hai was a little puzzled.

At this moment, Cong Pingping stood up and motioned everyone to be quiet and said: "It's really that Jingluo's poem today is so wonderful that we can't put it down. Now everyone has no intention to continue to create, so we temporarily decided to cancel the next part." , I don’t know if you have any opinions?”

"no!"

Everyone answered almost in unison.

These people's love for words and poetry is eternal.

Now that everyone encounters such a good poem, everyone has no mind to do other things.

I just want to have a good communication when there are so many like-minded people in the real exchange meeting.

Isn't that the essence of the exchange meeting?

The people who eat melons also showed that they don't mind such a scene at all:

"I agree, with the poem "Whale Falling", anyone who writes it later will pale in comparison, so it's better not to write it."

"I didn't know much at first, but after hearing their analysis, I feel that I understand a lot!"

"I learned a lot of cold knowledge that I didn't know before."

"A discussion is not much less than the Psalms themselves!"

"It feels like this one is enough for everyone to discuss for three days and three nights!"

"Teacher Tang, if you can tell me, just say more!"

"I agree, this poem is really good."

"Even if it's Whale Fall, I can't write anything better!"

"..."

Yu Hai: "..."

Is it so casual?

He originally heard that there were sightseeing activities arranged after the poetry meeting, but now it seems that there are no more.

In other words, if you have been sitting all the time, don’t you really need to get up and move your body bones?
Yu Hai's eyes drifted past a few old men and old ladies, and he found that their expressions were fanatical, as if they had encountered a rare treasure, and obviously they had no energy to think about other things.

In this regard, he had to admit that, compared to himself, these people really loved poetry at this moment.

The exchange meeting lasted until after five o'clock in the afternoon, and the organizer had to interrupt everyone's chattering heart, and invited the participants to the dinner.

The banquet also used a traditional form, with musicians and dances arranged.

It's a bit like an old saying about a night banquet.

It's a pity that Yu Hai didn't have much time to appreciate these things, and a bunch of people asked him to toast.

Even if Yu Hai used tea instead of wine, he was a bit full.

It's a pity that a table of delicious food.

Yu Hai regretted looking at the food he didn't eat, and deeply felt that it was too tiring to participate in a dinner party with so many people, and the gain outweighed the loss.

Avoid it next time if you can!
Fortunately, he has always been relatively taciturn and doesn't like to communicate with others.

It may seem a bit cold to some people, but it did save him a lot of trouble.

People don't even feel dissatisfied with it.

Isn't it normal for talented people to be cold?

After participating in the exchange meeting, Yu Hai's mission in this city has been completed, and he does not plan to wait until the cultural festival is over before leaving.

After all, there will be many people at that time, and it may not be convenient to buy tickets.

But regarding the next destination, Yu Hai still hesitates.

It was the siege of fans this time that scared him.

So many people, if it weren't for his cleverness, they might have been trapped there in the end.

So in the next city, he doesn't want to be recognized by people, even if he is to be discovered in the end, he doesn't want too many people.

So where should I choose?
Yu Hai lay on the big bed in the hotel, flipping through his phone, looking for inspiration.

Suddenly he swiped to Moments, thought of Huang Xinghui, and immediately had an idea.

In this way, even if the fans know where he is, they won't be able to catch up and chase him down.

Yu Hai felt that he was simply too smart.

(End of this chapter)