Chapter 696: A Century-Old Work: "Farewell"

Time seems to splash, and the sun and the moon are like rewinding.

A week passed by.

Luo Mo has already completed all the new songs for the Spring Festival Gala.

He also made new arrangements for some old songs suitable for the Spring Festival Gala.

As for the World Heritage application "Let the Bullets Fly", he finally completed the post-editing.

In other words, this movie can also be sent for review.

In Beijing, Mrs. Zhong Lin was sitting in her office, reviewing Luo Mo's new work in person as usual.

""Let the bullets fly"."

"Genre: Comedy."

Mrs. Zhong Lin, who was wearing a capable business suit, was satisfied with this.

Luo Mo's comedies are always very funny, like "The Richest Man in Xihong City" directly made her laugh and cry.

There are new comedies to watch, which is naturally a happy thing.

These days, everyone is under a lot of work pressure. Chinese people like to introvert, so there will be various anxieties in life.

Therefore, a good comedy is a good decompression tool.

At this moment, Mrs. Zhong Lin opened "Let the Bullets Fly" from the perspective of watching a pure comedy.

As mentioned earlier, on the earth, the playback volume statistics algorithm of Xiaopozhan B is different from other video platforms, and its gold content is several times that of other platform algorithms.

And this movie, which many people shouted to apply for World Heritage, has played 120 million times on Xiaopozhan!

130,000 people have rated it, and it can be as high as 9.9 points.

If you open the barrage to watch, many people are swiping the screen with four words: [full text reciting].

And if this movie is played on Blue Star, then it is equivalent to Luo Mo releasing a god-level big move in the first second of the movie's official start.

Because from the beginning of this movie, the song "Farewell" was used as the starting point!

Pu Shu is a Bai Yueguang-level singer in many people's hearts. In the eyes of many people, he is different from most singers.

And when he sang this song, he choked up and said, if he can write such a song in this life, I can die on the spot.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening.

When many people mention this song, they will use a word that is rarely used to describe a song-great.

Yes, many have called it a great work.

This song is still sung and listened to by people. Everyone can't help but hum when they look at the lyrics. What year did it come from?

— It was written in 1915!

A truly century-old work!

Its lyricist is called Li Shutong.

He is a famous musician, art educator, calligrapher, and drama activist.

At the same time, it is also known as one of the pioneers of Chinese drama and the founder of Chinese drama.

He is also one of the pioneers of Chinese oil painting and advertisement painting.

It is worth mentioning that one of his disciples is also a well-known figure.

——Feng Zikai!

Yes, the achievements of his apprentices are top-notch, and he is known as "the most artistic artist in modern China" and "the originator of modern Chinese comics".

Li Shutong is such a talented person, his life can be described as a legend. He was ordained as a monk later, and was honored as "Master Hongyi".

At this time, in the audit department.

Mrs. Zhong Lin is a knowledgeable person who has received a good education since she was a child and has a cultural background.

She looked at the screen on the computer, and the singing echoed in her ears.

"【Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green all over the sky.】"

With just a few words of lyrics, the imagery is created in an instant.

"[Evening wind blows willow flute sound, sunset mountain and mountain outside.]"

Zhong Lin listened to the singing and looked at the lyrics and subtitles in the movie, her eyes widened involuntarily.

She has already begun to feel the power of this song keenly!

"Are you sure you're not writing poetry?"

"【At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of my friends are scattered.】"

When hearing this, the emotion can be said to be completely exaggerated.

"[Enjoy the rest of the day with a pot of turbid wine, don't dream about the cold tonight.]"

When Zhong Lin heard this, she directly pressed the pause button for the whole movie.

"The lyrics are so well written!"

It was so powerful that she had a sense of prostration.

With this in mind, Zhong Lin picked up her phone and sent a WeChat message to a man who had a weak sense of existence.

This man is Mrs. Zhong Lin's husband.

"I'll send you the lyrics of a song, please take a look." Zhong Lin typed.

"Luo Mo's?" The man replied in seconds.

"Yes." Zhong Lin said.

Mrs. Zhong Lin's husband regards Luo Mo as his lifelong enemy.

Just imagine, your wife often locks herself in the study alone, not letting you in, and then laughs and cries for another man...

He felt that the emotional ups and downs he had brought to Zhong Lin were far less severe than that of Luo Mo.

She cried and laughed for me as many times as she did for Luo Mo!

But I have to say that this did not affect the relationship between husband and wife, but instead made men more attentive in marriage and began to try to be more romantic.

The dull married life, on the contrary, is a bit back to the time of love.

Sometimes, to change the mediocre status quo is to have new forces join in!

——But I don’t recommend everyone to try it!

Mrs. Zhong Lin's weak husband, named Huo Lianzhou, was born in a scholarly family.

His father is Huo Yuan, a well-known domestic writer.

He has a high status in the literary world.

Because of this, Zhong Lin felt that it was better to let her husband appreciate it than to appreciate it by herself.

What's more, she also knew that her husband was always jealous for no reason because of Luo Mo.

Although she doesn't understand his brain circuit, she enjoys it.

Therefore, she felt that Huo Lianzhou would pay more attention to the words written by Luo Mo and look at them with a more critical eye.

"Send it to me." Huo Lianzhou said.

"Then sign this thing first, just sign online." Zhong Lin sent something over first.

Both "Let the Bullets Fly" and "Farewell" haven't been released yet, and the audit department sometimes shows some things to professionals, but these outsiders have to sign first to avoid leaks and ensure nothing goes wrong.

Signed, is to bear legal responsibility.

An outsider: "..."

I treat you as my wife, but you treat me as a co-tenant, right?

But Huo Lianzhou is also very clear that work is work and life is life.

He quickly signed online, and couldn't wait to read the lyrics written by Luo Mo.

"【Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green all over the sky.】"

"Long pavilion, ancient road, fragrant grass... aren't these all used by others?" Huo Lianzhou thought to himself.

There are some imagery that everyone uses a lot, so he doesn't think it's unusual.

"[Evening wind blows willow flute sound, sunset mountain and mountain outside.]"

"Willow, flute, sunset, mountain... are words that everyone has used rottenly." Huo Lianzhou thought in her heart.

After reading it, he feels that the artistic conception and level are not bad.

In today's music scene, this word must be top-notch, and few lyricists can write to this level.

But if it is placed in the literary world, it should not be considered top-notch, right?

After he told Zhong Lin what he thought, Zhong Lin didn't think so.

"What do you think of these vulgar words? It's just well written!" Zhong Lin insisted.

If the husband and wife are at a stalemate, then a referee is needed.

"Why don't you send it to our dad!" Zhong Lin suggested.

Her father-in-law, Huo Yuan, is a famous writer.

Many people dare not read his book a second time.

Desperate, so desperate!

But he himself is a very happy person in life, a little old man who smiles all day long.

But I have to say that in the field of literature, among the group of people who wrote the book, he is indeed a person standing on the mountain.

How awesome is it?

So awesome that many people would think that he was dead and gone.

It's very strange, many people think of a great writer, when someone mentions it in a chat, you will have a thought in your heart: "So he is still alive?"

You'd mistake him for someone from the turn of the last century.

It's just that, as some of his interview videos gradually became popular, many people have already regarded Huo Yuan as a comedian who was delayed by literature.

Typical—people and works, each of which is different.

People mentioned his works: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! , so good to cry, so desperate!"

When you mention him, you will only think of some down-to-earth quotes from his interviews.

"Did you have a happy childhood?"

He touched his nose and couldn't hold back his smile: "My childhood was... just not going to school, so I must be happy."

When I was young, I pretended to be sick, and even cut off the appendix for my father who is a doctor.

It is worth mentioning that his father, mother and elder brother also had their appendixes removed.

——The whole family can't make up an appendix!

Many people said that his writing is concise, but he said frankly: "Because I don't know much."

The ultimate goal of writing a book is to lie flat.

I also embarked on the road of literature because I didn't want to be a doctor, I wanted to sleep in, and I didn't go to work.

When I first wrote the book, I had great ambitions, so I submitted my manuscripts to the most powerful magazines and newspapers first.

After I returned it, I also smiled and said that I have a good mental capacity. After feeling sad for a while, I sent it to a lower-level magazine.

Zhong Lin had read Huo Yuan's books when she was studying, and never thought that she would become his family's daughter-in-law one day.

She was still in awe when she first visited.

After going out, she thought to herself: "What a selfish little old man, he gave all the sadness to the readers and kept the happiness to himself."

She even wondered if when he was writing the book, he was grinning and abusing this and that: "Hey, can't you cry to death?"

It can be said that it is the Blue Star version of Teacher Yu Hua.

At this time, the husband and wife yelled in the family group, and Huo Yuan, who was proficient in smartphones, immediately came out to make a fuss.

"Dad, we have a poem here, I want you to appreciate it." Huo Lianzhou said.

"Send it, I sent the royalties last week, and I won't charge you this time."

Huo Lianzhou's heart: "..."

"Dad, you need to sign before you read." Zhong Lin said.

Huo Yuan signed immediately without even looking at what he signed.

"It's signed so soon?" Huo Lianzhou said, "You didn't even read it, did you?"

"I'm only your son, there's no need to lie about inheritance, right?" Huo Yuan said.

Huo Lianzhou again: "..."

Seeing that her father-in-law had also signed it, Zhong Lin immediately sent "Farewell" to him.

After sending it, they also opened a voice call directly.

Because the tone of the text cannot be seen, and sometimes, the tone of a person's speech can often reflect something.

During the voice call in the group chat, Huo Yuan read the words directly.

When he read [Acquainted with Friends], he couldn't help but let out a "tsk!"

After the "tsk", there was a "hiss -".

After reading the entire lyrics, he did not comment, but asked directly: "Who wrote it?"

The scheming Huo Lianzhou knew that his father was the most strict with what he wrote, so he said deliberately: "Is there a possibility that I wrote it?"

"Impossible, our family's genes can't write it down." Huo Yuan said.

Huo Lianzhou for the third time: "..."

At the same time, he couldn't help asking: "Is this word so good?"

"Huh? You don't think so?" It was Huo Yuan's turn to be confused.

He began to wonder if there was something wrong with the education of his only child.

After Huo Lianzhou explained her reasons, Huo Yuan said: "Don't embarrass me outside in the future, an elephant has no form, and the voices and voices don't even understand."

"I think I still have a long way to go in educating you."

Zhong Lin laughed so hard in the office!

Huo Yuan began to analyze "Farewell".

"Look, let's take this poem apart first."

"In the front, there are pavilions, roads, grass, sky, and wind."

"There are willows, flutes, sunsets, mountains, distant mountains..."

"Do you understand?" Huo Yuan said.

"That's right, it's a very common image, everyone is using it." Huo Lianzhou is still obsessed with it.

Huo Yuan was silent for a while, to show that I was speechless, and then said: "The name is "Farewell", and this part is written [Send], the farther and farther you send it off."

"Look, the long pavilion and ancient road, the grass stretches to the sky, the evening wind blows the flute, the setting sun is far away from the mountains, and there are mountains beyond the mountains."

"I'll send you until I can't see you."

"And if you look at the back, it says [Don't]."

"This place is far but close."

"He wrote about the end of the sky, the corner of the earth, and the dream of borrowing wine..."

"Dreams are farther than the horizon." He sighed.

"This is at the textbook level."

"From the perspective of space logic, from all aspects, the least words are used to play the most tricks."

"The rehearsal combination of these images is irreplaceable."

"These are extremely rigorous."

"Under this structure, its artistic conception and emotion are all in place!"

"What is back to basics?"

"This is called back to basics!"

"There is no word to say goodbye or goodbye, but the meaning of farewell is full."

"Look at the following content, such as [Ask when you are going, don't linger when you come] and so on. There are sorrows, open-mindedness, expectations, and blessings. Use a minimalist model to express all the emotions that should be expressed. It's all expressed."

"Just this word, you can't change it, you know?"

"It can't be modified!" Huo Yuan said.

There is nothing to change, which is a very high praise.

You know, this is a century-old masterpiece on earth. Over the years, some people have thought about changing it, and some people have tried to continue writing it, or follow the format, change the expression, and so on.

But what about the result?

The "Farewell" written by Master Hongyi Li Shutong is still handed down to this day.

And it can be said that it is a household name, and most people can sing it.

After Huo Yuan said so much, he still felt unable to express all the emotions and praise in his heart.

Of course, after all, Huo Yuan is praised by many people as a writer with minimal writing style. It is precisely because of this that it is actually quite appropriate for him to appreciate "Farewell".

Therefore, at this moment, he also used the simplest vocabulary, and the most extreme arrangement and combination, to express his extreme praise as a modern person:

"Damn it, the writing is so awesome, damn it!"

Huo Lianzhou: "."

Zhong Lin: "."

They could even feel Huo Yuan's envy for someone who could write such words.

After exhaling the fragrance, Huo Yuan remembered a very important thing.

"Who wrote that word?" he asked.