He wanted to bring his scholarly years to a perfect close.
"Drinking Alone Under the Moon - You Don't See Me"
His calligraphy is bold and unrestrained, and his poems and lyrics are renowned. Chen Feng uses cursive script.
That's right, he's going to write about Li Bai's timeless poem "Bring in the Wine" from the Tang Dynasty.
When Chen Feng's cursive calligraphy and poetry became famous, the whole world was astonished, and thunder and lightning struck.
The eight elders were in a terrible state; they were breathing rapidly and gave the impression that they could die at any moment.
"Get an ambulance ready immediately; I'm afraid those old geezers might die."
Bai Yizhong and Li Siye spoke solemnly.
From Chen Feng's expression, they knew that he was about to write another timeless poem, but unfortunately, there was no new font.
But when Li Siye saw Chen Feng's handwriting, he immediately overturned the table.
"This...this...this is...my goodness! I would call it the best running script in the world, no, the best running script in the universe!"
Bai Yizhong saw Li Siye overturn the table and rush straight to the center of the arena.
"This word, this word... I'm truly speechless."
Chen Feng picked up his brush, and the poem was written in running script, specifically in the handwriting of Wang Xizhi's Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection.
Just imagine, this calligraphy, which was hailed as the finest example of running script in the world during a time of explosive growth in the cultural and entertainment industry on Earth, has truly impressed the Chinese people.
(Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?)
(Have you not seen the sorrow reflected in the bright mirror of the high hall, where white hair grieves, once black as silk in the morning, now turned to snow by evening?)
It exploded! The whole place exploded!
All the viewers in front of their television sets and those around the world who were watching the program were struck dumb. These two lines of poetry completely overwhelmed the entire five thousand years of literature on Earth.
Bai Yizhong's eyes were bloodshot; he no longer needed to watch. This time, Chen Feng was about to write another timeless poem, one that would overwhelm the endless years.
In the literary world, starting with the name Chen Feng, no one dared to raise their head again.
No one could have imagined that the magnificent scenery of the Yellow River could be described as being so vast and boundless. Yet, these two words alone give this line of poetry an unstoppable momentum, a heroic spirit, and an unrestrained passion that is beyond compare.
"Don't you see, don't you see... Hahahaha!"
"Bring the wine!"
Countless literary giants, upon seeing these two lines of poetry, felt their hearts surge with emotion and a sense of pride welled up within them.
A drunken stupor brings eternal sorrow; how fortunate and wonderful!
"To see such poetry in this lifetime, I would die without regret."
"A true friend in life is not as valuable as two lines of poetry by Chen Feng."
These were written by literary giants, and they were moved and inspired, as if a flame was burning fiercely in their hearts.
(Enjoy life while you can, for it is the best time to live; do not let the golden goblet stand empty before the moon.)
(Everyone has their own unique talents, and even if I spend all my money, it will come back again.)
Chen Feng's calligraphy is bold and unrestrained, with bold strokes, vigorous and powerful strokes, free and easy style, and unruly spirit.
"Such a person still exists in this world. We, the literary world, have been suppressed by poetry for thousands of years and have not been able to raise our heads."
"Great, great, great line: 'Everyone has their own talents, and even if I spend all my money, it will come back again.'"
At this moment, countless ambitious young people are frustrated and unfulfilled, and many people are busy making ends meet.
When this poem was recited, hope and fighting spirit were rekindled in the hearts of countless people. Yes, everyone has their own unique talents, and I will surely find my own place in the world.
This is what many people think.
Money is for spending. Even if you spend all your money, you can earn it back someday. You shouldn't make life hard for yourself.
At this moment, everyone had no doubts or questions left.
The mysterious master really is Chen Feng, which is unbelievable. Many people were so shocked that they couldn't stand up.
At this moment, the eight elders of Huayu were trembling all over, especially the four calligraphy elders. They had not yet participated in the competition, but they dared not go on stage, because Chen Feng's world-class running script was something they could not achieve even if they practiced for ten thousand years.
The four elders of poetry were muttering to themselves.
If you listen carefully, you'll find that they are repeating Chen Feng's poems over and over again, as if they were possessed, without any soul or consciousness; at this moment, their minds are completely blank.
Zhao Anqi's red fingernails dug deep into her flesh. She was originally very confident, thinking that Chen Feng was not only unmatched in musical talent, but also had a certain foundation in painting.
So this time, she made thorough preparations.
She knew that Huayu Culture couldn't compete with Chen Feng in music, so she had to find a new breakthrough.
The breakthrough was in poetry, calligraphy, and painting. It was thought that this series of programs would help Huayu Culture regain its reputation, but unexpectedly, it led to Chen Feng's rise to fame.
Lin Weier and Ying Hua were completely stunned, with only one thought in their minds.
Is this the person we're supposed to unite against? Such a fierce and all-around warrior, who can subdue him?
"Oh my god, I'm so excited I can't stop crying! The Wind God is so...so domineering! Awesome, awesome, awesome! I have to say it three times because it's important."
"I never thought there would be such a result. He is truly proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs, and he is top-notch in all of them."
"I bet Chen Feng is also very good at chess. I feel there's nothing he can't do."
The employees of Fengyu Company, not to mention the higher-ups and singers, all wore exaggerated expressions. Their boss was incredibly powerful.
"Sister Qingning...is there anything...is the...boss...that he can't do?"
Li Qingning looked tenderly at Chen Feng's effortless performance on TV and replied, "He once said that as long as he wants to, there's nothing he can't do."
"But life is short, so it's enough to do a few things well."
Everyone: ......
On-site at the "Poetry and Books in Our Youth" program.
The world-shaking words reappeared on the screen.
(Let's cook lamb and slaughter cattle for fun)
(One must drink three hundred cups at a time)
(Master Cen)
(Danqiu Sheng)
(Drinking Song)
(Don't stop drinking)
(Let's sing a song together)
(Please listen carefully for me)
Ha ha ha ha!
"Let's drink! Don't stop! Come on, drink this cup! Gentlemen, drink up!"
Literati and scholars from all over the country, indulging in their refined tastes, were engaging in lofty discussions and verses amidst quiet courtyards, mountains, and flowing water. A poem by Chen Feng, "Drinking Alone Under the Moon," brought them all down to earth.
Some became depressed afterward, while others became even more unrestrained and bold.
In particular, the phrase "spending all the money" provided ample excuse for many rich second-generation heirs who only wanted to spend money and not inherit the family business.
(Bells and drums, delicacies and jade are not worth treasuring; I only wish to be drunk forever and never wake up.)
(Those sages of old are all forgotten; only drinkers have left their mark.)
(When Prince Chen once held a banquet at Ping Le, he drank ten thousand cups of wine and indulged in merriment.)
(Why does the host say he has little money? Just buy some more to drink with me.)
(A dappled horse, a thousand pieces of gold)
(Call the boy to bring out some fine wine, so we can drink away our eternal sorrows together.)
Boom!
When Chen Feng finished writing the last stroke, the entire poem spread across the world, and a thunderous roar resounded through the heavens and the stars.
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