After Tan Yue read the comments from fans in the comment area, quite a few of them were talking about that half of the poem. He hoped that Tan Yue would complete the poem.
Tan Yue wrote half of this poem when he thought it was suitable. He didn't expect it to be so popular among fans.
However, it is also acceptable. This poem has over 500 million views in its previous life, which itself shows that the popularity of this poem is quite impressive. The quality may not be top-notch, but the empathy of this poem is unmatched by ordinary poems.
Many people like this poem because they are moved by it.
Tan Yue opened the Weibo input box and wrote down the entire poem.
"Suddenly an old friend came to my mind, and it was autumn when I looked back on the mountains and rivers."
"Two places miss each other and are showered with snow. This life can be regarded as the same."
After writing it, Tan Yue looked at the poem and was slightly lost in thought.
Wherever I am away from people's sorrow, I am away from people's hearts in autumn. Some thoughts are like wine, the more you taste it, the better it becomes, making people addicted. The past is like smoke, but some figures have left a mark on my heart. Although they are getting blurry, they can still be clearly seen when recalling them carefully.
More than a year has passed since I came to this world from the earth. I don’t know how Jiajia is doing.
Tan Yue suddenly smiled bitterly. Did he think he was a bad man? Over the past year or so, as time went by, he recalled less and less Jia Jia.
Maybe after some time, the feelings that were considered the most important at the beginning will gradually fade away? Forgotten by him?
"well."
Tan Yue sighed.
This is how literary works can often evoke the deepest thoughts in people's hearts.
Shaking his head, Tan Yue got rid of all these thoughts in his heart. What is past is indeed irreversible.
Tan Yue estimates that even if he spends his whole life, he may not be able to travel back in time.
But over the past year, he has slowly adapted to life in this world. If he really found a way to travel back, would he really be willing to let go of it all 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 the decision without hesitation, but now...suddenly, Tan Yue's mind flashed One after another, Xu Nuo, Momo, his parents, his sister-in-law, and little Tan Xin passed by. Finally, the figure that appeared in front of Tan Yue was a figure of a woman who could not stand aside - Chen Ziyu.
Can you really let go of these people?
It wasn't until the social software on the computer beeped that Tan Yue came back to his senses from this melancholy, and then he couldn't help laughing at himself.
I was also bored, but I was actually pulled into a complicated whirlpool 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.
After Tan Yue just clicked to relax, a wave of waves quickly started on his Weibo, and the waves became bigger and bigger!
.......
On Weibo, many netizens are talking about that half of the poem. It is so well written, but it is only half of it. It really whets people's appetite.
However, just when everyone was talking about it and couldn't sleep because of this half of the poem, Tan Yue finally wrote the entire poem.
"Damn it! Teacher Tan Yue wrote the entire poem!"
"Suddenly, I have an old friend in my heart, and it is already autumn when I look back on the mountains and rivers. It turns out these are these two sentences. They are so well written! They fit very well with the two sentences before!"
"Suddenly, an old friend came to my mind. Looking back at the mountains and rivers, it was already autumn. The two places missed each other and were showered with snow. This life can be considered a common death. Alas, this poem made my nose feel a little sore after reading it."
"I used to read in books that when someone read poetry, they would be so moved by the poetry that they burst into tears. But I never believed it. I thought it was just a poem. How could it have such power? But now I believe it. .”
"I have to say that the empathy of Teacher Tan Yue's poem is really strong!"
"Huh? I remember someone swore before? If Teacher Tan Yue wrote the whole poem, he wouldn't want the whole body. Where is that dear friend? Why is he missing?"
"Hahahahaha, I admire him. Maybe it was his provocation that made Teacher Tan Yue come out and complete this poem."
"It's not impossible. Teacher Tan Yue has always had the habit of snooping on the screen. It's really possible that when Teacher Tan Yue was reading our comments, he was stimulated by that friend's comment, and then he wrote the entire poem It’s been sent out.”
Tan Yue's Weibo was extremely lively.
And this excitement is slowly moving to a bigger place.
In Weibo Super Chat, forums, and post bars, there are gradually voices of discussion.
The reason why it spread so quickly is not only because Tan Yue himself is relatively popular, but also because this poem was widely circulated before.
Although there was only half a poem before and it didn’t take a long time to write, it was loved by netizens and spread widely on the Internet. Although it is not as exaggerated as having more than 500 million clicks on the earth, it is estimated that 50 million clicks are there.
A large number of self-media news accounts, like sharks smelling blood, launched a gluttonous feast on this incident.
The relevant reports about this poem on the Internet have not yet reached an overwhelming level, but as time goes by, more and more people pay attention to this complete poem, and the popularity of this poem becomes higher and higher. The higher the number, the more media will report on it.
The level of popularity it has reached is not the highest in the entertainment industry, but it is not bad. It can be compared to the level of a top-tier singer releasing an album.
...
Beijing, city center, a five-star hotel.
In the suite where Qi Xue lives, there is a wooden wicker chair coffee table on the bedroom balcony. There is a bottle of red wine on the coffee table. The color gives it a high-end feel.
Next to the brown wicker chair coffee table is a leather sofa. Qi Xue's somewhat messy long hair is spread behind her shoulders. Two pairs of long snow-white legs are crossed on the sofa. She holds a goblet in one hand and looks straight at her. Looking towards the night sky, the whole person looked a little dazed.
The suite where Qi Xue lives is located on the upper floor of the hotel. The noise on the roadside below cannot be heard here. All Qi Xue can hear is the slight sound of wind, and the faint sound of people coming from nowhere.
He raised his 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.
"well."
This was the first time she sighed tonight.
After coming back from outside today, Qi Xue was in a bad state. Even Mo Ting could tell, but Mo Ting didn't know if she should ask, so she didn't ask in the end.
But Mo Ting was also worried. Qi Xue, who rarely drank alcohol, suddenly called her today and asked her to prepare a bottle of wine. She thought Qi Xue was going to give it away, but she didn't expect that she wanted to drink it.
Although she wanted to stay and look after Qi Xue to prevent any accidents from happening to her benefactor, she still couldn't defeat Qi Xue in the end and Mo Ting was kicked out.
In this way, Mo Ting went to Qi Xue's suite every ten minutes to listen to the noise, 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 condition. , I also had some guesses in my mind, maybe it was related to Tan Yue.
Mo Ting did not guess. Qi Xue was also confused by Tan Yue. Qi Xue really didn't know what Tan Yue was thinking.
Qi Xue previously thought that Tan Yue still loved her. She believed this. She was confident in her charm, and she was also confident in Tan Yue's love for her, and she had some evidence of this, such as the gift she gave to Tan Yue. That suit that Yue bought.
But when she was talking to Tan Yue today, she didn't feel the love she wanted from Tan Yue's words or 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 originally brightest starry sky no longer seemed so bright. Those stars were much dimmed.
Ding ding ding.
The mobile phone beeped three times, pulling Qi Xue's energy back from being in the air.
Qi Xue picked up her phone, looked at it, and suddenly looked startled.
Was 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 person of special concern to her. As a person she particularly cares about, Qi Xue would be notified of any slight movement on Tan Yue's Weibo. Like just now.
Qi Xue clicked on the notification pushed to her just now on her phone 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. Tan Yue has completed the poem again.
"Suddenly, an old friend came to my mind. Looking back at the mountains and rivers, it was already autumn. The two places missed each other and were showered with snow. This life can be considered a common death."
After reading this poem softly, Qi Xue felt a little crazy.
This poem is so well written and so appropriate!
She was shaken at first. She thought that Tan Yue no longer liked her, and she had thought wrong before. But now, Qi Xue can say with certainty that Tan Yue must still have herself in his heart! The indifference he showed in the afternoon was all just an act!
No wonder some people on the Internet say not to believe a man’s words easily, because he may be different from what he says! Perhaps he still couldn't let go of his arrogance and felt that he had hurt his dignity, so he deliberately acted indifferent to himself.
That must be it!
Otherwise, why did he publish this poem earlier than later, but why did he publish it today? !
Why did she write this poem on Weibo only after meeting him? !
Look at this poem, isn't it about her?
Suddenly, an old friend touched his heart, and I was still in his heart.
Looking back at the mountains and rivers, it is already autumn. Are you feeling the passage of time? Are you missing yourself and his past?
Lovesickness in two places means falling in the snow, he knows it, he still has him in his heart, and he also misses me in his heart!
This life can be considered a life together, and he still wants to grow old together with him!
From this poem, Qi Xue read a deep sense of regret.
Is it regret for losing yourself?
Don't regret it, you still have a chance!
Unknowingly, Qi Xue fell into a reverie. She was still holding a goblet of red wine in her hand. She didn't know whether she was sleepy or drunk.
...
In the center of Beijing, in a courtyard house.
In the main room, Ye Wen was sitting behind a desk, splashing ink, and beside her was her youngest daughter Chen Ye, who had returned from get off work.
"Mom, your calligraphy is getting better and better." Chen Ye flattered her with a smile, the smile on his face was bright.
Ye Wen glanced at her little daughter, who had always been quirky, put down the brush in her hand, and said, "Is something wrong?"
Outside, Ye Wen is the director of the General Administration of Culture, with a high position of authority. She is the top boss in China's cultural industry. In the entertainment industry, Ye Wen is the top leader. Whether it is an entertainment company or a TV station, they are all under her control.
But at home, the womanly Director Ye can't do anything about his lively and changeable little daughter. Xu is the youngest, and it was more dangerous to give birth to her. In short, both Director Ye and Mr. Chen are right Chen Ye is quite doting on him.
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 polish 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, can I read you a poem?"
Chen Ye is twenty-three years old this year. She has officially graduated from university and entered the workplace to work. But in Ye Wen's eyes, she is still the little girl who is ignorant of the world.
"Oh? You want to read a poem to me?" Ye Wen smiled and said, "Then you can read it."
My daughter has a somewhat rebellious personality. Just like now, her hair is dyed a 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 qualities. He has been fond of literature and poetry since he was a child. When he was in middle school, he even won the first prize in the Beijing Middle School Student Poetry Competition.
However, although Chen Ye likes poetry very much, he is rarely willing to read it to himself.
Ye Wen was also a little curious and looking forward to it. What poem was her daughter going to read to her? Singing about maternal love?
Chen Ye put his hands behind his back, straightened his back, puffed up his chest, and solemnly started to carry it.
"Suddenly an old friend came to my heart,"
Upon hearing Chen Ye Nian's first sentence, Ye Wen's brows instantly rose, and her eyes shifted away from the calligraphy she had just written.
"Looking back at the mountains and rivers, it is already autumn."
Chen Ye read the second sentence, and Ye Wen narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Two places miss each other and are showered with snow,"
Upon hearing this third sentence, Ye Wen frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something carefully.
"This life can be regarded as a long time together."
After Chen Ye read 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 good. The quality cannot be said to be great, but the emotional rendering 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?"
