Chapter 17 I’m just complaining…



Station leader: "How is the listening rate now?"

Lisa: "It's number one in its time slot, just slightly behind prime time. We should be able to surpass prime time in terms of listening rate today."

Audience member outside the venue: These two people’s shows are so entertaining. I will listen to them every day from now on.

Female audience members outside the venue: This Wang Yu is too good at speaking to make me flirt. No, I need to listen more to avoid being cheated by this scumbag!

Zeng Xiaoxian: "Now we will take the next call from our listener."

"Hello, host."

Wang Yu: "You sound very young from your voice."

Caller: "I'm a junior high school student."

Zeng Xiaoxian: "You junior high school students are still awake so late."

"Hey, final exams are coming up soon, and I'm still memorizing ancient poems. It's really exhausting. So I wanted to call you and chat. Why did the ancients write so many poems? Memorizing them is so troublesome, especially Li Bai. He wrote so many poems, and I won't use them in the future."

Wang Yu: "Student, have you ever thought about what would happen to us if there was no Li Bai?"

"Without Li Bai, I would have fewer ancient poems to memorize?"

Wang Yu: "Yes, without Li Bai's complete Tang poetry, there would be much less. We could memorize fewer ancient poems, but we would also have fewer idioms.

It is said that there is no childhood sweetheart.

Saying love is not unforgettable,

Saying that there is no family happiness,

To say that one is generous does not mean to spend money lavishly.

The words "life is like a dream" and "feeling proud" and "sage-like" do not exist.

The ant trying to shake the tree and the brilliant writing that shook the world have all disappeared.

Our lives will lose a lot of encouragement

It is difficult to say that there will be a time when we can ride on the wind and waves and sail across the vast ocean.

When I feel frustrated, I can’t say anything but laugh out loud and go out, for I am not a weed.

When facing adversity, you cannot say that you were born to be useful and even if you lose all your money, you will get it back.

When I miss home, I can’t express it. I look up at the bright moon and think of my hometown.

When you are sad, you can’t say anything. Draw a sword to cut the water, but the water will flow faster. Catch a cup to dispel your sorrow, but the sorrow will only get worse.

Not to mention

One day, the great roc soars up to 90,000 miles with the wind.

How can I bow my head and serve the powerful and wealthy and make myself unhappy?

And this is just because there is no Li Bai. Do you know what would happen if there were no ancient poetry? "

"What will happen?"

Wang Yu: "Seeing the teacher working so hard to tutor you, I can only say wow, teacher, you work so hard, and I can't express it in words. The silkworm will not stop spinning silk until it dies, and the candle will not stop shedding tears until it turns into ashes.

When you got into your dream university, I can only say "wow", but I got in, but I can't say how I was so shabby in the past and how I am so unrestrained now.

In summer, you will only say "damn, it's so hot", but you can't say that in the deep bamboo forests where insects are chirping, there is a slight coolness that is not wind.

In winter, you will only say "damn, it's so cold", but you can't say "blowing out the lamp makes the window brighter, and the moon shines on the snow all day long."

When you see the full moon, you will say "Wow, it's so round", but you can't say "I wish we could live long and enjoy the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart".

When you see the starry sky, you will only say "Wow, it's so beautiful", but you can't say "After getting drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the starry sky."

When I say goodbye to my friends in the future, I can only say "Wow, I'm so sad. Let's keep in touch in the future." But I can't say "Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, everyone in the world knows you."

Next time you meet a pretty girl, you can only say wow, this girl is so pretty, but you can’t say she is so beautiful in the crowd, and the colors of the world are like dust.

Do you still think that ancient poetry is useless? If you don't learn ancient poetry, you will only say that you are uneducated and the phrase "wow" will be popular all over the world.

Audience outside the venue: This anchor is so talented in writing, and his line 'What a shame, I'm uneducated, so I can only say 'fuck' to get people all over the world' is so funny, hahahaha.

Wang Yu continued in the field.

Reciting ancient poems will not bring you wealth or fame, but it will make your life more fulfilling.

Many things take root in your mind when you write them down. Even if you may not understand them at the time, you will eventually understand them when you recall them later. Your childhood reading experiences often determine your perspective and realm for the rest of your life.

When others are stunned and speechless by the beauty before their eyes, you can express it all in one poem.

If you have ever been to the desert, you will understand the saying, "A lone smoke rises straight in the desert, the setting sun is round on the long river." (Wang Wei, "Envoy to the Frontier")

You must visit Tengwang Pavilion in the evening to see "the setting sun and the lone wild goose flying together, the autumn water and the sky becoming one color." (Wang Bo's "Preface to Tengwang Pavilion")

When you reach Mount Tai, you can’t help but say, “I will climb to the summit and look down on all the other mountains.” (Du Fu, “Viewing the Mountain”)

When you visit Maple Bridge at night, do you recite the line, "Outside Gusu City, the bell of Hanshan Temple reaches the passenger ship at midnight"? (Zhang Ji, "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge")

Audience: Hahaha, this host is so funny, and his cultural background is so profound. He's made me fall in love with ancient poetry.

Audience: This show is awesome! I'm a fan of this host!

A scholar: This is the kind of program that should be broadcast on the radio.

"This... Wang Yu, how should I respond? I have already returned most of the ancient poems I learned to my teacher, and I can't remember them all for the moment! I am uneducated, I am incomplete." Zeng Xiaoxian broke out in a cold sweat after hearing Wang Yu's long statement, and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Caller: "Um... Mr. Wang, I just wanted to complain to you... You don't have to say so much... I can recite it too..."

Wang Yu: ??? What's going on? This classmate is not playing by the rules. I'm treated like the protagonist, shouldn't you be moved to tears? And then introduce your beautiful sister to me?

Audience: Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! I'm going to listen to this segment again on their website tomorrow! The host's cultural heritage attracted 100%, and the audience's response attracted %. Hahaha.

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