I, Lin Xiao, a travel anchor on the verge of unemployment.
One night during the live broadcast of Fengqiao late at night, there was a scholar in green shirt in the camera.
He said his name was Zhang Ji and he wrote a poem called "Night Mooring on Maple Bridge".
He said that this poem had lived for him for more than a thousand years.
Later I met Su Shi at West Lake and he asked: "Does anyone still read my poems?"
I bumped into Li Bai and Du Fu having a drink in Xi'an. The two great poets quarreled all night about who was more "failed".
When I saw Li Xiangjun on the Qinhuai River, her peach blossom fan was still bleeding.
They said: Can you see us?
I said: Yes.
Then they cried.
This is a travel anchor who uses live broadcast footage to connect the past and present.
Stories that heal those literati forgotten by history.
If you also feel like you are the only person awake in the whole world late at night——
Come in and I'll tell you.
