The quintessence of Chinese superstar who started from longing

Mr. He silently pondered these poems by Zhou Nan in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that such simple poems had a profound understanding of life.

"Mr. Huang, I think the first two lines of this poem are more suitable for our age, and the last two sentences of 'everything that should be done must be exhausted, and there is no need to worry about it' is more suitable for Zifeng and Peng Peng. "

Teacher He set his eyes on Sister Zifeng and Peng Peng, hoping that these two children could have their own interpretations of this poem, which is concise but contains profound artistic conception.

"Teacher He, what do the last two sentences mean?".

Peng Peng only understood the first two lines of the poem that Mr. He had answered, and he was still nodding silently and praising in his heart while thinking about it, but he didn't have time to react to the artistic conception of the last two poems.

Sister Zifeng looked at Peng Peng with a stupid look and thought for a while.

"It should mean that people should do their part and not always think about how much they can get in return. "

Sister Zifeng is going to take the college entrance examination this year, and she is very active in her thinking when she studies every day.

And she has been in the entertainment industry since she was a child, and she has heard many seniors talk about this truth, as an actor, the first responsibility is to hone her acting skills, as for how many fans she can have, it is a matter of course.

When Zifeng heard Zhou Nan say this poem, at her age, she didn't understand the first two sentences very thoroughly before Teacher He explained, but the last two lines of the poem made her empathize with it very much.

After listening to Mr. He and Zifeng's interpretation of the poem that Zhou Nan read just now, the audience in the live broadcast room who also empathized with the meaning of the poem also began to discuss.

"Quickly took out a small notebook and remembered it, and the material for the advanced was there. "

"The mood is vast, and the responsibility is not too focused on the result, it sounds simple, but I can't live like this for half my life. "

"I really want to see how this young artist looks on his back, so erudite and wise, he is the person we should really be fans of, much better than those little fresh meats. "

"I feel that this artist is so attractive, since he appeared, there have been more barrages in the live broadcast room, and the show "Yearning" has been earned. "

“......"

After Zi Feng finished speaking, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and typed down this poem on the memo, after all, a teacher often said that a good memory is better than a bad pen.

Teacher He and Huang Sanshi looked at the serious and studious Zi Feng, just like seeing a child who got a little red flower, and they both nodded with satisfaction.

"How can I look at the old artist that Mr. Huang said, he is about ...... age with me."

After Zifeng finished recording the poem on his mobile phone, he hesitated and whispered, when he followed Mr. Huang to follow the guzheng song just now, he heard Mr. Huang say that the person who played the guzheng must be an old artist.

In Zifeng's own cognition, the people she usually comes into contact with are also her elders.

But Zi Feng just looked at Zhou Nan's back carefully and the timbre when she was reciting the poem, how did she think that the back sitting in front of the guzheng in front of her should be about the same age as herself......

"I'll know when people are done saying hello. "

Huang Sanshi recalled the voice of Zhou Nan reciting the poem just now, it did sound a little too young, and he was a little uncertain for a while.

However, if you can pop out such an artistic conception of the guzheng song, and you can recite such poems casually, no matter how talented you are, you can get the year of standing.

To say that the person sitting facing the cliff now is a child who is only 17 or 8 years old like Zifeng's sister, Huang Sanshi never believes it, he just guesses that the environment here is too good, so people look younger.

Before Huang Sanshi and the others sat on the grass behind Zhou Nan, Zhou Nan had been playing the guzheng here alone for half an hour.

Zhou Nan got up from the guzheng and wanted to take a break and taste the new tea he had just picked yesterday, but when he turned around, he found Huang Sanshi and a few people sitting on the ground.

Zhou Nan was slightly stunned, after seeing Huang Sanshi and a few people, he had already guessed in his heart that it was "Longing" that was on the air, and Huang Sanshi and a few people had already stayed halfway up the mountain not far away, smiled, and said to a few people.

"Everyone is a guest, just in time for yesterday's newly picked tea, let's have a cup of tea together. "

After Zhou Nan finished speaking, he didn't wait for Huang Sanshi and a few people to respond, sat down at the mahogany tea table by himself, washed the pot and made tea again, and ......

Huang Sanshi and Teacher He glanced at each other, and the surprise in their eyes was a little stronger than when they climbed the hill just now and saw Zhou Nan's back.

The young man in front of him, although his face was already a little angular, he was obviously immature.

Huang Sanshi and Teacher He never expected that they could play such a free and easy guzheng song and recite such philosophical verses casually, and it turned out to be a teenager who looked a few years younger than Zifeng's sister.

And this young man, seeing Huang Sanshi and a few people, invited them to drink tea so naturally, without revealing the surprise of seeing the star at all, and his gestures were all mature that did not meet his age.

Huang Sanshi and Teacher He glanced at each other tacitly, Zhou Nan's natural and sophisticated style of a hermit in the deep mountains made the two of them suddenly feel like they were guests at the master's house of the same age.

Although Huang Sanshi and the others felt that this felt a little weird, after all, they came to visit their neighbors, and they still sat around Zhou Nan's tea table honestly.

"That...... Little brother, what's your name? We are from the "Longing" program team, and we have been living in a mushroom house halfway up the mountain for the past few months

Teacher He, the famous host of the show, looked at Zhou Nan's skillful and professional tea-making skills, and then looked at the other party's demeanor, and felt that it was so difficult to call each other when talking to others for the first time.

"Zhou Nan, I am alone at home, an orphan. "

Zhou Nanbian pointed to the bamboo house not far away with his chin, and responded to Teacher He succinctly.

Zhou Nan connected the teacups into a line, poured the cups with the pot in his right hand, and then put his thumb and middle finger on the middle of the bowl body, his index finger against the recess under the lid button, and turned his wrist elegantly in a circle to rinse the teacup.

The scalded teacups were placed on the tray by Zhou Nan in turn, and were placed on the upper right side of the table of Huang Sanshi and several people in turn with professional tea ceremony techniques

Teacher He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he felt that it was not appropriate to say anything more, and it was obvious that the way he communicated with the teenager in front of him was not at all like treating other fifteen or sixteen-year-old young people.

The brewed tea was gently lifted up by Zhou Nan and slowly poured into the cups of several people along the rim of the cup, and the fragrance of tea spread in the air, but there was not a drop of water stains on the pure wooden tea table.

Although Huang Sanshi and Teacher He were very surprised, they have been in the entertainment industry for many years, and the two of them will never show themselves in front of Zhou Nan, an extremely young but unusually mature person.