Chapter 399: Which Poet Wrote This Poem?

After reading the comments from fans in the comment area, Tan Yue found that a considerable part of them were talking about the half poem, hoping that Tan Yue would complete the poem.

Tan Yue wrote half of the poem because he thought it was appropriate, but he didn't expect it to be so popular with fans.

But it is acceptable. The fact that this poem has over 500 million hits in the past shows that it is quite popular. Maybe the quality is not top-notch, but the empathy of this poem is incomparable to ordinary poems.

Many people like this poem because they are moved by it.

Tan Yue opened the Weibo input box and wrote down the whole poem.

"Suddenly, an old friend passed by my heart, and looking back at the mountains and rivers, it is already autumn."

"We are both missing each other in the snow, and we can be considered to be together in this life."

After writing it, Tan Yue looked at the poem in a trance.

Where is the sorrow of the separated people, the autumn in the hearts of the separated people. Some ideas are like wine, the more you taste it, the more pure it is, and people can't help but become addicted. The past is like smoke, but some figures have left a mark in my heart. Although it is getting more and more blurred, it can still be clearly seen when I recall it carefully.

More than a year has passed. I came to this world from Earth. I don’t know how Jiajia is doing.

Tan Yue suddenly smiled bitterly. He wondered if he was a bad man? Over the past year, as time went by, he remembered less and less about Jiajia.

Maybe after some time, the feelings that were once regarded as the most important will gradually fade? Forgotten by him?

"Alas."

Tan Yue sighed.

Literary works are like this, often evoking the deepest thoughts in people's hearts.

Shaking his head, Tan Yue threw away all these thoughts in his heart. What has passed is indeed irreversible.

Tan Yue estimated that he might not be able to travel back in his life.

But in the past year, he has slowly adapted to the life of this world and the life of this world. If he really finds a way to travel back, is he really willing to let go of everything and travel back?

Tan Yue frowned. 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, a series of figures flashed through Tan Yue's mind, Xu Nuo, Momo, his parents, his sister-in-law, and little Tan Xin. Finally, a figure that appeared in front of Tan Yue was a woman who was as good as a man - Chen Ziyu.

Can I really let go of these people?

It was not until the beeping sound of the social software on the computer came that Tan Yue came back to his senses from this melancholy, and then he couldn't help laughing at himself.

He was also bored, and was actually pulled into a complicated vortex of memories by a poem.

However, this also reflects from another side that the empathy of this poem is indeed very strong.

Taking a deep breath, Tan Yue clicked the send button with the mouse, and the complete poem was sent out.

Just after Tan Yue clicked to relax, a wave of waves quickly set off on his Weibo, and the waves were getting bigger and bigger!

On Weibo, many netizens were discussing the half poem. It was so well written, but it was only half a poem, which really whetted people's appetite.

However, just when everyone was talking about it and couldn't sleep because of this half poem, Tan Yue finally wrote the whole poem.

"Fuck! Teacher Tan Yue wrote the whole poem!"

"Suddenly, an old friend passed by my heart, and when I looked back, the mountains and rivers were already autumn. It turned out to be these two lines, so well written! It fits the previous two lines very well!"

"Suddenly, an old friend passed by my heart, and when I looked back, the mountains and rivers were already autumn. We were both missing each other and we were soaked in the snow, and we will grow old together in this life. Alas, this poem made my nose sour."

"I saw in a book before that some people would be moved to tears when reading poems, but I never believed it. I thought it was just a poem, how could it be so powerful, but now I believe it."

"I have to say that Teacher Tan Yue's poem 's empathy is really too strong! "

"Huh? I remember someone swore before? He said that if Teacher Tan Yue wrote the whole poem, he would not have a complete body. Where is that guy? Why is he gone?"

"Hahahaha, 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 peeking at the screen. It is really possible that when Teacher Tan Yue read our comments, he was stimulated by the comments of that guy, and then posted the whole poem."

Tan Yue's Weibo is very lively.

And this liveliness is slowly moving to a larger place.

In Weibo super topics, 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 very popular, but also because this poem was widely circulated before.

Although there was only half of the poem before, and it was not written for a long time, it was quite loved by netizens and circulated widely on the Internet. Although it is not as exaggerated as the number of hits on Earth exceeding 500 million, it is estimated to have been hit 50 million times.

A large number of self-media news accounts, like sharks smelling blood, have launched a gluttonous campaign on this incident.

The relevant reports on this poem on the Internet have not yet reached the level of overwhelming, but as time goes by, more and more people pay attention to this complete poem, and the popularity of this poem is getting higher and higher. The higher the popularity, 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 first-line 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. A bottle of red wine is placed 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 is holding a goblet in one hand and looking straight at it. 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 didn't 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 to be of special concern. 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 regarded as 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, but 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 is! Perhaps he still couldn't let go of his arrogance and felt that he had hurt his dignity, so he deliberately acted coldly towards 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, this poem was written, wasn’t it about her?

Suddenly, an old friend came to 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 oneself?

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 holds a high position of authority, and in the entertainment industry, Ye Wen is the top leader, whether it is an entertainment company or a TV station.

But at home, the womanly leader Ye can't do anything about his lively and changeable little daughter. Xu is the youngest and it is more dangerous to give birth to her. In short, both Leader Ye and Mr. Chen are right. Chen Ye is quite doting.

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 be obedient and grind for 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 is a bit rebellious in character. 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 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 attention 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 love 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 originally 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 high, 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?"