The online uproar had mixed effects on the social networking section of Yuewen Entertainment website. Ordinary members joined forces to resist the external invasion and occasionally went to blogs, forums, and comedy sites to fight back. In any case, the main base was defended. Some people spontaneously organized to fight back on various social networking sites. Although the effect was minimal, it was better than nothing.

Meanwhile, those experts and professors saw through the crux of the matter at a glance, remaining calm and collected. Didn't they notice that among the many official institutions on the Yuewen Entertainment website, who was speaking out? Nobody is a fool. Trying to manipulate people's hearts to achieve private goals will not guarantee temporary success. Someone always has to bear the consequences. Those who are jumping the gun now are often the ones who die the fastest.

Xie Ziyang rushed online after receiving Zhang Huafeng's call. After exchanging pleasantries with several old friends who were waiting, he turned his attention to the ancient poem "Prelude to Water Melody: When Will the Moon Be Bright?" To view it more easily, he first had to download it and then zoom in.

When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky.

It immediately captivated Xie Ziyang; its grandeur was truly impressive. Most Mid-Autumn Festival poems describe the scenery on the ground, and it's rare to find an ancient poem that sets the scene in the heavens right from the start!

I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace. I long to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the jade towers and crystal palaces are too cold at such heights. Dancing with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the mortal world?

This person claims to be a celestial being, with an extremely arrogant tone. Although heaven is somewhat desolate, it is ultimately incomparable to the human world!

The moon turns through the red pavilion, shines low through the embroidered window, illuminating my sleepless night. There should be no resentment, so why does the moon always seem to be fullest when we are apart?

The transformation of time and space, from heaven to earth, can be described as the harmony of heaven and earth.

People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and nothing in this world is ever perfect. May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even from afar.

This is another case of changing terrain, full of twists and turns, especially in the choice of words and phrases, which demonstrates profound skill.

An essay on appreciating the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival—I never imagined Fang Yang could write such profound classical poetry. The first part, gazing at the moon, expresses both lofty aspirations and a down-to-earth perspective, displaying elegance and refined taste. The second part, reminiscing about loved ones, reminds us that life is not without regrets, and that joy and sorrow, separation and reunion are among them.

The first part expresses a steadfast commitment to life, while the second part showcases a skillful approach to it, revealing a love of life and a magnanimous spirit. What a fine poem! Xie Ziyang exclaimed, "Looking at all the Mid-Autumn Festival poems throughout history, this one makes all others pale in comparison!"

Xie Ziyang has studied classical poetry his entire life and has reached the pinnacle of his expertise. He never imagined that in his old age he would encounter such a timeless masterpiece. Overwhelmed with emotion, he trembled as he typed on the chat screen: "Mid-Autumn Moon Poem, with this poem, all other poems pale in comparison!"

The group, who were engaged in a heated discussion, fell silent as if they had pressed the stop button. The screen went blank, and no one spoke for a long time.

Zhang Huafeng was close to Xie Ziyang and spoke without restraint, "Old Xie, does this poem really have such a high status?"

Xie Ziyang: "This poem is a perfect harmony between heaven, earth, and humanity. The scenery depicted spans both heaven and earth, and the longing for loved ones transcends thousands of miles. Since ancient times, there has never been such a magnificent Mid-Autumn Festival poem. It is truly unprecedented and may never be surpassed in the future!"

Zhang Huafeng: "I'm just worried that Fang Yang is still too young to bear such a heavy burden."

Xie Ziyang: "What's there to be afraid of? What's rightfully his honor is his. The country is already so powerful, how can it not tolerate a prodigy? We old folks aren't dead yet. If anyone tries to bully him, let's see if we old folks will stand by and do it."

Hu Limin, who had just entered, also said, "That makes sense. As long as Fang Yang doesn't commit crimes like treason or tax evasion, the country won't do anything to him. Talented people have always been a key focus of the country."

Gu Fei smiled and said, "Because Mr. Hu has taken a liking to this young man, and he is from Shanghai, although he only has a bachelor's degree, his knowledge of classical poetry is enough for him to be a professor of classical literature at a university. Mr. Hu, I would like to ask you for a spot. I want to recruit this young man to teach classical literature at our school. According to our school's special talent introduction policy, it requires special approval from the higher authorities. I hope you can sign the document."

Hu Limin laughed and scolded, "You're quick-witted, but according to policy, only one associate professor can be approved first. As long as you can persuade Fang Yang, I'll agree to your request."

Gu Fei laughed heartily: "Don't worry, Mr. Hu. If he doesn't agree, I'll just stay in his office and not leave. Besides, with the reputation and resources of Shanghai Normal University, it will be extremely beneficial to him."

Hu Limin ignored Gu Fei's shameless words and said to Xie Ziyang, "Old Xie, everyone thinks that Fang Yang's calligraphy of 'Prelude to Water Melody: When Will the Moon Be Bright?' has a strong Tang Dynasty style. What's your opinion?"

Xie Ziyang pondered for a while before saying, "Due to unknown reasons, our culture has experienced a break. Apart from the culture after the Qing Dynasty, which is relatively comprehensive, many things before that are vague. Only some fragments can be deduced. I once saw a record in an ancient book that the Tang Dynasty indeed regarded plumpness as beauty. Based on the limited documents that have been unearthed so far, there is a great similarity with Fang Yang's calligraphy."

Zhang Huafeng: "I also have a collection of several Tang Dynasty paintings and calligraphy. One of them has an inscription and the characters are quite elegant, but it's not as exaggerated as Fang Yang's. So I guess that Fang Yang may have seen Tang Dynasty paintings and calligraphy and then incorporated his own ideas to create something new."

Xie Ziyang: "Old Zhang, what you said makes sense. It's like how we've studied the Slender Gold style for so long, which has a strong Song Dynasty style, but it's not as good as Fang Yang's. We can only say that this young man, Fang Yang, has innovated on the basis of his predecessors and created his own style!"

Hu Limin sighed, "It's a pity that such a learned young man has to go into the entertainment industry. I think he would be more suitable for the education field."

Ma Donglai, who had been secretly admiring Fang Yang, suddenly spoke up: "Old Hu, you can't say that. The country is now vigorously promoting cultural development, and it needs a new generation like Fang Yang to take the lead. If he goes into education, wouldn't that be a waste of Fang Yang's talent?"

Hu Limin laughed and scolded, "I knew you old Ma were hiding in the shadows. What I meant was that Fang Yang should completely give up his entertainment career. He can also teach part-time, just like Gu Fei said. He can be busy with entertainment while teaching at a university. When he has students all over the world, he can pass on his talents. This is the best way to promote the construction of national spiritual civilization, isn't it?"

Ma Donglai said leisurely, "I'm afraid there will be many obstacles ahead. For example, right now, I've just become famous, and there are already villains who are trying to destroy me in the bud."

Hu Limin laughed, "You old Ma, so you were hiding here setting a trap. Did you think all these official organizations on Yuewen Entertainment Website were pushovers? The fact that they haven't spoken yet is the biggest support for Fang Yang. As the saying goes, 'Sharpness comes from tempering,' and 'No pain, no gain.' This is just a small test for Fang Yang."

Ma Donglai snorted, but ultimately remained silent.