Wang Yueheng did not answer directly, but first looked at Mo Zixue and asked with a smile.

"I think I understand the general idea, but I don't quite understand some of the specific details."

As a top student, Mo Zixue felt like she was back in school, being called on to answer questions.

Moreover, even she, who has outstanding grades, felt somewhat insecure this time.

I only regret that my Chinese language skills are not good enough to understand some of the classical Chinese vocabulary.

"Professor Yue Heng, may I try to translate this?"

To everyone's surprise, Gao Fei, the trumpet player who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up and asked a question.

I was eager to try translating this ancient preface for Wang Yueheng.

"Okay! Then it's up to you."

Wang Yueheng was slightly taken aback, then smiled and looked at the newly signed singer.

The approximate meaning of the translated poem "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion" is...

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, at the beginning of the third month, we gathered at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin City, Kuaiji Commandery..."

"At Lanting, there are high and steep peaks, lush forests, and towering bamboo..."

"We walked along the stream, and although there was no grand musical performance, drinking wine, composing poems, and gatherings among friends were enough to freely express our deepest feelings..."

Gao Fei then stood to one side of the square table, staring at the running script characters on it, and began to translate steadily and fluently.

Her clear and pleasant voice perfectly transformed the words in the preface into a soundscape for the audience.

As I listened...

Wang Zhan suddenly realized something.

The scene described in Wang Yueheng's "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion".

It seems to have something in common with tonight's charity gala.

People with similar ideals come here to exchange feelings and promote friendship.

Most of the attendees shared the same goals and aspirations.

Most people who come here are not short of money and are passionate about spiritual pursuits.

The only difference is that the content of the article has changed from modern to ancient times.

The charity auction gala was transformed into a gathering at the Orchid Pavilion.

It can be described as a collision of historical and cultural elements that transcends time and space!

Indeed, the culture of the Dragon Kingdom is profound and extensive.

Moreover, Wang Yueheng possesses profound creative skills.

Instead, another literary writer was chosen.

I'd probably have to use the most flowery language to describe this charity gala.

I never imagined that I could create something from the perspective of the ancients, using the past to reflect on the present and evoking a deeper spiritual resonance.

"Even though times have changed and circumstances are different, the ideas that evoke people's emotions remain the same..."

"I hope that those who read this article in the future will gain some insight from the poems and essays of this gathering!"

As the translation ended, Gao Fei's melodious and gentle voice filled the room.

The scene left only a few people around them in silent contemplation.

Let alone people in the future.

Even Wang Zhan, who is seeing this ancient text on the spot, has already begun to feel shocked and savor the preface.

Wang Yueheng is clearly using the past to comment on the present, telling a story that is full of life and rich in philosophy.

The cultural depth and value of the calligraphy are self-evident.

"It would be great if we could also add a piece of music to this work."

"With such beautiful font, it's sure to fetch an extremely high price!"

"At the very least, I will try my best to get my friend to bid for this calligraphy!"

Ekaterina's gaze remained fixed on the still-wet ink of the "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion" on the square table, her face filled with amazement.

In just five or six minutes.

Wang Yueheng wrote a preface in ancient style on the spot, and it was even a preface for a famous scenic spot in China.

The preface is even more thought-provoking.

Ekaterina even had the urge to call in people from the Russian embassy and secretly buy the painting to send back to Russia.

Based on her keen intuition honed through years of experience in international auction houses, she believed that the value of this calligraphy work would far exceed everyone's expectations!

"Music? Of course, there will be accompanying works."

"If I can perform it on stage, I can bring it out too."

Wang Yueheng readily and frankly responded to Ekaterina's suggestion.

One of the purposes of my trip to the United States was to showcase Chinese culture to foreigners.

Let them know that the culture of the Dragon Kingdom is profound and boundless.

It is simply incomparable to a country with only two hundred years of history.

"Really? That's amazing!"

"With your top-notch calligraphy and musical performance, you're definitely the brightest star of the night!"

Ekaterina looked at Wang Yueheng with an expression of surprise, as if she had seen an alien. Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yue Heng, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Being able to produce such a calligraphy work is already quite significant."

After finally managing to pull my gaze away from the "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion," I was even more astonished to hear that Wang Yueheng was going to compose a song for the painting.

They were afraid that by supporting the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce, he would put too much pressure on himself and make things difficult to handle.

"Uncle Wang, don't worry. Since I dare to set foot on American soil to perform, I have made ample preparations."

"I never fight a battle unprepared!"

Seeing the worry on Wang Zhan's face, Wang Yueheng smiled confidently and said.

"In that case, if you can really compose the music for this prologue, I believe it will definitely fetch a high price!"

"By the way, I heard from Ruoxi that the song you're performing tonight is called..."

Upon hearing Wang Yueheng's confident reply, Wang Zhan was taken aback, but then a smile of satisfaction and appreciation appeared on his face.

"Descendants of the Dragon!"

Wang Yueheng immediately chimed in.

"Oh, right, 'Descendants of the Dragon,' a great name!"

"The blood of the Chinese nation flows in each of our veins. Although we are in a foreign land, our longing for and loyalty to our motherland will never change!"

Wang Zhan nodded approvingly.

They expressed their strong liking for the song title.

Even without looking at the lyrics, one can already grasp the meaning of the song.

"And what about the classical Chinese text 'Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion'? What kind of musical composition do you plan to set it to?"

Secretary Kong Ruoxi, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but ask further questions.

"It's also a song with a Chinese style, and it's also called 'Preface to the Orchid Pavilion'."

"As for the background music, it will be performed live by our Little Red Flower Band."

Wang Yueheng looked at Wang Chang and the others beside him and said.

"Chinese style! Is that the new musical style you pioneered in China?"

"I'm so happy!" said Ekaterina, who was wearing a cheongsam.

Before coming, she specifically looked up information about Wang Yueheng and learned that he had pioneered a new type of music called "Chinese Style" in the Chinese music scene.

One of his representative works is "Blue and White Porcelain," which sparked a new aesthetic trend.

As a result, many young girls in China now consider wearing retro-style clothing with blue and white porcelain patterns to be beautiful.

"Alright! Alright! Then let's wait and see tonight!"

"On behalf of the children of China who will benefit from these donations, I would also like to thank you in advance!"

I was surprised to hear that Wang Yueheng composed two new songs and a preface in classical Chinese specifically for today's charity gala.

Such a solemn attitude deeply moved Wang Zhan, and his expression became even more serious.

After enjoying such a delightful calligraphy exhibition and having finished discussing everything that needed to be said,

Wang Zhan was about to lead his group away.

"Uncle Wang, please wait a moment."

Wang Yueheng suddenly spoke up, as if remembering something.

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Note: Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion: by Wang Xizhi of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.