Doesn't this damage Mr. Xu's reputation?
Xu Lin felt that, in the hearts of netizens, his character might not be good, but his work mustn't be poor.
These two things need to be distinguished.
Anything can happen, but the golden reputation cannot be tarnished.
How does Xu Lin find inspiration?
By reading books.
In the music room, Xu Lin sat on the sofa, looking perfectly at ease, flipping through a collection of Tang poems.
He liked to seek inspiration from classical literature, so he asked Director Pei to bring several books.
The collection of Tang poems was supposed to contain all the high-level literary works of the period, also categorized by poets, like Li Bai, Du Fu, and Li Shangyin.
Xu Lin flipped through Li Bai's poems and later found his "Dreaming of Taimu."
Li Bai is truly incredible. Xu Lin wasn't exaggerating—like in high school essays, students would write about how extraordinary Li Bai was and how they aspired to be like him. But actually, these students don't understand how remarkable Li Bai was, because their literary level hasn't reached the stage of comprehending Li Bai's realm, so they're just parroting what others say. Ask them what's so great about Li Bai, and they can't really explain, they're just copying from books, knowing nothing.
It's all nonsense.
Now, Xu Lin detached from literature to look at Li Bai's poems.
Li Bai inherited the carefree nature of Zhuangzi and the romance of Qu Yuan, so he was carefree and elegant all his life, optimistic and unrestrained regardless of the sky falling.
Many people think Du Fu worried about his country because it was ruined during the Anshi Rebellion.
But Li Bai also experienced the Anshi Rebellion.
So so say Du Fu never seed young, and Li Bai never seed old, because Du Fu spent his life worrying about the state, while Li Bai enjoyed life throughout his.
"The tiger plays the zither, the phoenix returns with the carriage, immortals, like hemp…"
"Immortals, like hemp!"
Xu Lin muttered, repeating this line over and over.
The imaginative power of modern people is built on the imagination of the ancients, just like the golden cudgel in "Journey to the West" weighs only thirteen thousand five hundred jin. That was already the limit of ancient imagination, as humans couldn't lift an iron rod of that weight, so a monkey swinging such a heavy stick was terrifying, yet the ancients didn't know that the Dongfeng-41 missile weighs sixty-three tons, tens of thousands of jin, and humans have long been capable of flying to the skies and diving into the ocean.
Speaking of which, imagination is sothing developed generation after generation.
Yet a thousand years ago, Li Bai could co up with: Immortals, like hemp.
The immortals in the sky were neatly and densely arranged.
How incredible a scene is that?
Did Li Bai see immortals?
How could he have seen immortals? Immortals don't exist.
But he could write such words.
No wonder Du Fu admired him; Du Fu played with realism, while Li Bai was romantic.
When Xu Lin read this line, inspiration started to flow.
This inspiration was quite random, and Xu Lin's emotions rose too.
TV Show: "Huaxia Human Culture."
It talks about fad people who made outstanding contributions to this ancient nation, covering various fields like politics, philosophy, military strategy, and culture.
Of course, it's not just about ancient people; modern individuals who have made top-level contributions to the country are included as well.
In short, it covers those who had significant contributions to the nation and history.
Huaxia is very cautious in evaluations of this kind; even if soone was a notorious corrupt official, when it cos to facing the ancestors, they need to behave properly. This is the moral and cultural sentint the weighty history of a nation imparts on its people.
Who doesn't want their na to be eternal? Even eunuchs want to be rembered in history; the temptation to be prominently written about and rembered forever is imnse.
Xu Lin looked at the show's list of famous people, all very prominent figures, and without significant contributions, there's no way to make it onto the list.
Huaxia has no shortage of people, not even famous people; they're too nurous to count.
Even the historically eminent Huo Qubing is only rembered for "sealing wolves on the ridge."
On this show, Huo Qubing doesn't rank, nor does the greatest warrior of all ti, Xiang Yu.
None of them qualify.
And who are those celebrated like deities?
Thus: Immortals, like hemp!
The famous are nurous; how brilliant is this history? How dazzling are these heroes?
Xu Lin's emotions were high, and inspiration was surging.
"Pen and paper!"
Xu Lin looked at Director Pei.
Pei Danqing hesitated for a mont, not yet reacting.
But Xu Lin ordered, "Hurry up!"
Inspiration, sotis, is lost in an instant; one has to seize the mont.
Besides, inspiration is closely tied to emotion; with emotion in place now, Xu Lin just wanted to dive into it.
"Okay, I'll get pen and paper!"
Pei Danqing quickly moved.
Xiao Minghua couldn't stand it, "Xu, why are you ordering Director Pei around?"
How dare you treat her with a detached tone?
The experienced sycophant Xiao Minghua couldn't hold back. For soone like Pei Danqing, if it were him, he'd be afraid to break her by holding her, yet Xu Lin was ordering her.
Xiao Minghua couldn't take it, feeling his goddess was bullied, he had to stand up and criticize.
However, Xu Lin directly cursed back, "Fuck you, is she your wife? Is she your girlfriend? Is she your relative? She's none of those, and she didn't even say anything, why are you jumping out?"
Xiao Minghua: ...
Xu Lin: "If you don't like , go sowhere else, damn it. I really hate you, you fool, interrupting when I'm having the best ti, damn!"
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