Song Hongdou was lying on the bed at the moment, and the vague sound of insects outside the monastery came in through the window.
Although the night was already very late, Song Hongdou still had some complicated emotions and could not sleep.
At this time, she received a message from Song Ci: ""Taohua Nuo", see if you like it."
Song Ci is a screenshot of his own memo.
Song Hongdou scanned it carefully from beginning to end.
After watching it silently for a few minutes, she hummed the melody to herself.
Then she typed and said: "You sing it again and I'll listen to it. I'll see how you sing."
After a while, Song Ci sent a long voice message.
Song Hongdou rolled over and got up, took out the Bluetooth headset from her bag, put it on, and then lay on the bed.
She listened carefully to the voice of the song lyrics: "Did you sing it while lying on the bed? I feel like my breath is not very stable."
Song Ci replied instantly: "How is it possible? My singing skills are not that of a complete master!"
Song Hongdou pursed her lips and smiled, and then continued to play Song Ci's voice: "I like this song very much."
Song lyrics: "Do you like "Lovesickness" or this song "Peach Blossom Nuo"?"
Song Hongdou: "As an adult, do you still have to make a choice?"
The two chatted for a while, and then fell asleep.
In the early morning, Song Ci was woken up by Shen Xi's hurried knock on the door outside the house: "Brother Song, hurry up, it's already four o'clock, we have to get to the top of the mountain before six-thirty!"
Song Ci rubbed his eyes, feeling very sleepy.
Climb to the top of Lushan Mountain at 6:30 to watch the sunrise. This was something Li Siyu proposed last night.
This was immediately cheered by Wang Yin, Tang Shi and others.
The directing team originally did not intend to be so ruthless.
After all, getting up at four in the morning is a torture for many people.
Song Hongdou was leaning against the door half-dead at this moment, as if he had lost his soul.
For her, being able to get up at eight or nine o'clock is already a very good thing.
At four in the morning, this was killing her.
Li Siyu gently squeezed her arm and comforted her: "Sister, later we will climb to the middle of the mountain, smell the fresh air, and hear the singing of wind and birds all over the mountains and plains. Please check your spirit." The child will be mentioned!"
Everyone put on the sportswear that the program team had prepared, and the two men, Song Ci and Shen Xi, carried bags on their backs and packed some bread, chocolate, water, and the like.
Everyone ate some first to fill their stomachs.
"There is a place selling breakfast on the top of Lushan Mountain." Li Weicai told everyone.
Song Hongdou looked at Li Weicai and said, "Director Li, I don't believe you plan to climb the mountain on an empty stomach later. This will cause hypoglycemia."
Li Weicai waved his hand and said: "I won't follow you. I am an old man. If I try to climb, I will die on the way."
Shen Xi suddenly looked at Li Weicai with strong contempt.
Song Ci and others started from Jialan Temple and climbed up the stairs along the mountain road.
There are also many tourists on the road who are ready to watch the sunrise.
An old man wearing a hat walked side by side with Song Ci.
"Can you bear it when celebrities climb mountains like this?" the old man chatted with Song Ci.
Song Ci said directly: "Uncle, I am a young man after all!"
Tang Shi, who was behind Song Ci, heard this and immediately complained: "You are already thirty!"
Song Ci said: "According to the classification, 18 to 40 are in the youth stage, you know!"
Li Siyu walked in front of Song Ci and laughed when he heard the words.
Everyone walked halfway up the mountain and met a small pavilion. Along the way, Song Hongdou, who was basically silent, waved his hands and said, "Let's take a rest, we're exhausted!"
Song Ci and Shen Xi quickly took off their backpacks and shared water with everyone.
Song Hongdou held the wet towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
None of the girls wore makeup, but their skin was very good.
Wang Yin looked at Li Siyu's crystal skin and sighed: "Xiaoyu, your skin is like that of a fairy!"
Tang Shi said: "Xiao Wang, you get what you pay for. We are all in this industry. You don't know, in fact, a lot of the money we earn is spent on maintenance!"
Li Siyu nodded: "Yes, people nowadays will make money from our women!"
Song Ci ate a piece of bread, and at this moment, there was a faint morning light escaping from the distant horizon.
Song Ci stood in front of the pavilion, looking into the distance and breathing in the air.
Song Hongdou looked at Song Ci's back and said, "Song Ci, the atmosphere is so good now, hurry up and compose a poem!"
Wang Yin immediately became excited.
But Song Ci waved his hand and said, "Let's wait until we climb to the top of the mountain."
Song Ci walked up to Song Hongdou, handed her a small piece of bread, and said, "Looking at you like this, you're not planning to give up halfway, are you?"
Song Hongdou tilted his head and immediately became stubborn: "Although I know you are provoking me, I still have to climb to the top today!"
After resting for about five minutes, Shen Xi clapped her hands at everyone: "Let's go, we hurry up, or we won't be able to catch the sunrise later!"
So everyone moved on.
After climbing for about twenty minutes, Song Ci and others caught up with a tour group.
There are several fans of Song Hongdou in this group.
After knowing that she was climbing Lushan Mountain behind, they started singing the title track of Song Hongdou's second album together.
Because of the start of these few people, countless people on the entire mountain road immediately began to sing together.
Song Hongdou listened carefully to the voice at this moment, and her face was filled with happiness.
As a singer, hearing others sing your own songs is the happiest thing.
Everyone climbed for more than two hours, and finally stood on the top of Lushan Mountain at about 6:20.
At this moment, under the gaze of everyone, the morning light seemed to be shaken away by an invisible giant hand.
Instead, there are bunches of sunshine from the east, passing through the thin clouds, making the sky and earth clear.
Song Ci has read the weather forecast and it is cloudy today.
At this moment, there are more than 200 tourists on the top of Mount Lushan.
I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted, and soon, one after another, clear whistles sounded here.
Song Ci closed his eyes slightly, and his whole body seemed to be empty.
In his head, someone was reading an article.
[Kuang Wu and Zi were fishing and woodcutting on the river bank. They were friends with fish, shrimps, and elk. They rode a small boat with a single leaf, and held up gourds and bottles to communicate with each other. Sending mayflies to heaven and earth is like a drop in the ocean. I mourn the brief moment of my life, and envy the boundlessness of the Yangtze River. Carrying the flying immortals to travel, holding the bright moon to the end. I don't know how unexpected it is, but I left it in the sad wind. 】
Li Siyu raised the selfie stick and called everyone to come and take a photo together.
Tang Shi stood to the left of Song Ci, with his head slightly leaning on Song Ci's shoulder and his right hand raised, gesturing towards the camera.
Song Hongdou stood to the left of Tang Shi, with curved eyebrows and an official smile at the corner of his mouth.
Li Siyu leaned to Song Ci's right side, and Song Ci raised his hand to help her hold the selfie stick.
"Okay, Xiaoyu, don't post this photo directly on Weibo. I'm not wearing any makeup! Remember to P-up properly!" Tang Shi dusted off his clothes, which had some morning dew on them.
Song Ci said: "You are naturally beautiful, what the hell? Modern technology will not add to your beauty, it will only reduce it!"
Tang poetry leaves Song Ci with a blank stare.
After being able to climb the mountain, Song Hongdou felt that his pen was broken. He put one hand on his waist and handed his cell phone to Song Ci, asking him to take a photo of himself and the top of the mountain.
Not far away, when Wang Yin was writing poetry yesterday, there was a big gold chain that he felt he had spent five million at a loss.
At this moment, seeing Song Ci and others taking a break, he quickly ran up with a smile on his face, stood upright beside Song Ci, and then handed his mobile phone to Song Hongdou: "Beauty, help me give it to you. Teacher Song Ci, please take a photo!"
Song Hongdou took the phone and said, "I can see that you like Song Ci very much?!"
The big gold chain stood beside Song Ci with a smile and gave a thumbs up: "The poems written by Brother Song are so amazing. Brother Song is my idol!"
Song Ci waved his hands repeatedly: "We are all ordinary people..."
Dajin Chainzi: "It's different. To be honest, although I don't have much culture, what I respect the most are literate people, especially people like you, haha!"
Song Ci patted the other party's shoulder, and the other party took the phone from Song Hongdou's hand and happily returned to his companions.
It can be said that beauties like Song Hongdou were completely ignored during the whole process.
Song Hongdou rubbed his frozen face, and then said to Song Ci: "What do you mean, our great poet of the Song Dynasty, has he come up with an idea?"
Song Ci glanced at her, then walked to the railing, looked far into the distance, coughed dryly, and then said in a pretentious manner: "I feel a little bit."
At this time, there are mountains and mountains in front of us, and the eyes are full of green trees.
Everyone was immediately attracted by Song Ci's words.
Wang Yin's little hands moved very quickly, and he had already taken out a small notebook and was preparing to record it.
Shen Xi was already used to Song Ci's gushing talent, and now she just showed an attentive expression.
Li Siyu thought for a while, then took out his phone, preparing to record Song Ci's scene.
Tang Shi was chewing bread. When she heard Song Ci's words, her wrists stiffened and she forgot to chew the bread.
Song Hongdou stood up straight, eyes filled with anticipation.
Song Ci looked at the scenery in front of him and slowly said:
"Looking at the side, it looks like a ridge and the side looks like a peak."
Everyone showed a look of understanding.
“It is different from near and far, high and low.”
Not far away, the big gold chain also noticed Song Ci reciting poetry, and trotted to the side to ensure that he could hear clearly what Song Ci was reciting.
Wang Yin wrote vigorously, but at this moment, in his heart, his evaluation of these two lines of Song Ci was just average.
The current fourteen characters, both in terms of wording and collocation, all feel ordinary.
It is just a brief description of the scene in front of me after arriving at Lushan Mountain in Song Dynasty.
The big gold chain had a strong expression of excitement on his face.
He didn't quite understand the meaning of the two sentences Song Ci just read.
But, the Song lyrics that I am reciting at this moment look so handsome!
Some of the tourists in the distance took out their mobile phones and recorded the scene of Song Ci reciting poems.
Song Ci continued: "I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain."
After reading the Song lyrics, Wang Yin finished writing.
Her wrist suddenly stopped.
At this time, her mind finally understood the meaning of these four lines of Song poetry.
Especially the last two sentences, "I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain."
A strong sense of Zen flowed straight into her body and mind along the length of her pen, making her a little dizzy.
This poem, the first two sentences, can be given seventy points.
But after the last two sentences came out, this poem was filled to the brim!
Tang Shi clapped his hands together: "It's great. This poem is recited here. It feels so good!"
Li Siyu held up the phone and rotated it 360 degrees, trying to record the shocked expressions of everyone in the room.
Song Hongdou put his hands in his pockets and was shaking slightly.
Even people with little literary literacy will be shocked when they hear this poem from the Song Dynasty.
The reason why I can't recognize the true face of Mount Lu is because I am in Mount Lu. Therefore, to understand the truth and overall picture of things, we must transcend the narrow scope and get rid of subjective prejudices.
Philosophical speculations, wrapped in a strong sense of Zen, immediately surrounded her.
Shen Xi blinked. At this moment, he couldn't say any profound research, but everyone looked shocked when he saw it.
So he clapped his hands excitedly.
With Shen Xi's applause, the silence here was finally broken.
Everyone's expressions of being shocked by Song Ci were all relaxed at this moment.
"Oh my god! What kind of bad luck did we have? Today we can actually see Song Ci and poetry being composed live!"
"Mom, I've finished listening, but why can't I hear the meaning of his poem at all?"
"Wow, I feel like I have understood something. In this poem, my whole person seems to have been sublimated!"
"With the level of Song poetry, is it possible to participate in a poetry conference!?"
"Didn't that Wang Yin over there attend a poetry conference? But she was dropped from the top 100 in the country!"
"Tell me, is this Song Ci the hired gunman? It's such a coincidence!"
After Song Ci finished reading the poem, he stood next to Wang Yin amidst everyone's chatter. He read the words written by the other party, nodded and said, "Every word is written correctly this time!"
Wang Yin pursed his lips and smiled.
Then the program team invited everyone to have breakfast and take a rest.
Half an hour later, the noise passed and the sun began to rise.
But Song Hongdou felt a strong dizziness. She didn't know if it was because she got up too early this morning and caught a cold.
Song Ci saw that her face was very pale and said with concern: "Go down and have a rest first."
So the program team arranged for the cable car to take Song Hongdou down the mountain first.
Originally, everyone's plan was to walk down the mountain slowly in the afternoon after resting for a while.
But now after Song Hongdou's episode, everyone sat and carried her down the mountain in batches.
When Song Hongdou returned to her residence, she took cold medicine and went to bed.
Naturally, the recording of the program will continue.
So in the afternoon, everyone sat on the bamboo rafts, stepped into the river, and started fishing.
Song Ci had never fished before and seemed a bit clumsy.
As for Shen Xi, it was rare that she encountered one of her strengths in the show, so she shouted loudly: "You guys have never been in the air force! Brothers and sisters, just watch it!"
At this time, outside Chang'an City, in a small house somewhere.
Zhang Dongsen was drinking tea and reading a book.
A young man suddenly trotted over.
"Mr. Zhang, Song Ci... Song Ci..."
Zhang Dongsen glanced at the other party indifferently and said: "You are in such a hurry to reincarnate!"
"No, no, sir, Song Ci has released a new work!"
Zhang Dongsen put down the man in his hand and said: "What kind of work, show me!"
The assistant handed the phone to Zhang Dongsen. The page displayed at the moment was the Chinese Ancient Poetry Forum.
[Brothers, there is a new song "Ti Jialan Temple" published by Song Dynasty in Jialan Temple. Can you please comment on it? 】
The popularity of this post has already ranked first among all posts today.
"As for appreciation, I won't say much. I will just say one thing. Judging from the few works of Song Ci at present, I think Song Ci is very spiritual. I hope he can continue to study our classical culture. !" This is a review certified by a member of the Youzhou Poetry Association.
"I like the last line of this poem very much. It has a sense of fate that you have given everything, but there is nothing you can do about it. It makes you feel a little lost!"
"Song Ci's talent on top of ancient poetry is almost overflowing! Looking at it now, the only pity is that Song Ci is actually from the entertainment industry. We didn't often see President Zhang swearing at people on Weibo every day Well, to be honest, this is the first time in Song Ci that I feel that our President Zhang has criticized the wrong person!"
At this moment, Zhang Dongsen has silently read the song "Ti Jialan Temple" from the Song Dynasty several times.
Every time he reads it, his eyes will become brighter: "What a poem, what a poem! This Song Ci poem will pollute his aura if he continues to stay in the entertainment industry!"
He slapped his thigh and sighed in despair.
He checked his phone again.
The popularity of a new post is rising rapidly.
[Report! This morning, Lushanshan Mountain created another excellent song from the Song Dynasty! Come and review quickly! 】
This post was only posted ten minutes ago, but it has already received more than a thousand hits.
"I just watched the video posted by a netizen, and I have to say that the scene of Song Ci standing on the top of Lushan Mountain and reciting poems is really pretentious!"
"Haha! I hate people who show off, but I don't know why, I really like watching Song Ci show off!"
"I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, but I just live in this mountain!! Mom, what a fairy who writes lyrics!"
"I feel that this poem completely expresses the confusion of all of us who are struggling to survive in this world of mortals but cannot clearly see the past!"
Zhang Dongsen read this poem carefully several times, and then said loudly: "Grind the ink for me!"
He walked into the study.
Hanging on the east side of the study are two handwritten works by Zhang Dongsen, the contents of which are clearly Song poems.
(End of chapter)
