On stage, the curtain was slowly pulled back, and a huge screen appeared before everyone's eyes.
The screen slowly lit up, revealing a sea-blue color.
"Next, we will appreciate some masterpieces of calligraphy and poetry that are sure to be passed down through the ages. Here's a little suggestion: take out your phones and take lots of pictures."
Sabinen was excited because he knew what a storm it would cause across the country when the content flashed on the screen.
The poetry and calligraphy were truly unparalleled, unprecedented and unmatched.
"The bright moon is a romantic sight that we can all see when we look up on certain nights, and it is also a favorite subject for ancient people to incorporate into their poems. But the next poem, which is also about the bright moon, is enough to overshadow the thousand-year history of Chinese literature and stand out from the crowd."
"Now, please open your eyes wide, everyone in the audience and those watching on television."
"Please welcome the grand entrance of 'Shuidiao Getou'."
As Sabinen shouted, the large screen slowly flickered and lit up a high-definition image of a lake.
It was a framed photograph; what first caught people's eye was not the content, but the font.
Amidst the frenzied dance of silver snakes and the soaring flight of silver hooks, a grand and majestic scene unfolds, revealing a tender and gentle side.
"This...this font."
"My God, this is the font I've been pursuing all my life! This was written by a master! I'm in awe!"
"Waaah, I have pursued the Dao of calligraphy for thirty years, and in this life I have finally seen the peerless number one character that I have been dreaming of. Even if I die now, it will be worth it."
"Why is the signature covered up? Why? This kind of person needs to be known by the whole world. This is the kind of star we should follow, not just someone who sings all day long."
The four elders, Lu Yun, Wei Chu, Chang Jie, and Ma Yuan, immediately stood up and rushed onto the screen.
If it weren't for the staff holding them back, they might have crawled inside.
Their faces were filled with shock, admiration, and longing, which were undisguised and showed that they were true calligraphy enthusiasts.
When Chen Feng heard Ma Yuan's last sentence, he knew he was alluding to something, and he almost burst out laughing.
Thanks, the old guy is actually quite adorable. I just wonder what his expression will be when he finds out that the master they worship is the young punk they dislike.
Surprisingly, he was actually quite looking forward to it.
"My goodness, this handwriting is amazing! I've never seen such handwriting before."
"I'm in love! I'm completely stunned! I went absolutely crazy when I saw this calligraphy! Can someone take a high-definition picture and send me one? My phone isn't up to par."
"Baby, come here quickly! Don't you like calligraphy? Look, look! This calligraphy..."
"I have never seen a piece of calligraphy in my life that I could look at for half a day. I have to say, this is absolutely enough to crush five thousand years of history."
The audience was buzzing with excitement, completely captivated by the calligraphy, and hadn't yet realized that the content was the real game-changer.
It wasn't until the other four elders, who had been staring in disbelief and speechless throughout the program, suddenly knelt down on the spot, that everyone came to their senses.
"A timeless masterpiece, a timeless masterpiece..."
"I have studied poetry for half my life and never imagined that poetry could reach such a height. It is simply unprecedented and unheard of."
"Poetry and lyrics should become the number one lyric in China."
"I wonder who wrote this; the path of poetry has been like a long night for ages, but this great master is like the blazing sun."
The four elders, Yu Changqing, Ren Pingsheng, Yuan Chengfeng, and Liu Mubai, were even more excited and exaggerated than the four elders, Lu Weichang and Ma.
They actually left their seats and knelt in the center of the stage.
"Holy crap, this...this is actually poetry! Oh my god, everyone look at the content, I'm completely stunned."
"Damn, my China has such beautiful poetry and songs, I'm speechless."
The audience also came to their senses, waking up from the exquisite calligraphy and beginning to return to the essence of the content.
Prelude to Water Melody
When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens. 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. I dance with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the mortal world?
The moon shines through the red pavilion, lowers its light through the embroidered window, illuminating my sleepless night. There should be no resentment, yet why is the moon always full when we are apart? People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and such things have always been imperfect. I only wish that we may all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even from afar.
The overwhelming literary talent and unparalleled elegance deeply impressed audiences across the country. What was initially thought to be just an educational variety show has now transformed into a national phenomenon thanks to the addition of Shui Diao Ge Tou and exquisite calligraphy.
The viewership ratings have now broken records, with a cumulative viewership exceeding 400 million.
It wasn't over yet; the different calligraphy and poems that followed dazzled the audience.
The various calligraphic styles, such as the Slender Gold style, Regular Script, Cursive Script, and Wang Xizhi's style, along with memorable and evocative lines like "The bright moonlight before my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground" and "Spring sleep is unaware of dawn, everywhere I hear birds singing," directly captivated the audience.
At this moment, the eight elders were the most shocked. They all knelt on the ground and frantically took photos. Some wrote furiously on the spot, while others recited the poems while shaking their heads.
This is what they consider a masterpiece and an unparalleled font.
In no time, the poems and font images displayed by Poetry and Books Nation spread all over the world, and countless people began to imitate and recite the poems.
"Wait, what are you guys looking at? What is the Wind God doing?"
"No way, how did he manage that?"
"I'm not going to submit to anyone, so I'm helping him up. This crazy move is blinding."
"This is the 'God of Wind' you all talk about? He has no manners whatsoever. Such excellent calligraphy and poetry, and what was his attitude?"
The audience noticed something amiss and began to discuss it.
Such discussions were naturally heard by Sabining and the eight elders on the stage. They all looked towards Chen Feng's position, and what they saw shocked them.
Holy crap, he actually fell asleep amidst such a noisy, exciting, and exhilarating scene.
Sabinen was taken aback and was about to go on stage when he realized that someone else was even angrier than him.
Those are the Eight Elders.
The eight elders were so angry that they were trembling all over. In such a solemn and respectful occasion, in front of such timeless poetry and calligraphy, they actually fell asleep.
This is utter contempt for Chinese poetry, calligraphy, and culture; it's simply outrageous.
Bang!
"You bastard, what time and where is this? You're sleeping!"
Chen Feng woke up groggily; he had been busy writing his novel these past few days and was indeed very tired.
He opened his eyes and was startled to see eight wrinkled old faces appear before him.
Holy crap!
What are you all doing?
What are we going to do?
The eight elders were furious. If they weren't civilized people, they would have given this arrogant young man a good beating.
"Look for yourself, look at the fonts and poems on the big screen, how magnificent and elegant they are!"
"Indeed, this poem, written with the force of wind and rain, is so powerful it moves even ghosts and gods to tears. A masterpiece of nature, a work of divine craftsmanship. It is endlessly thought-provoking, yet you were able to fall asleep?"
“You are not worthy of being called a human being. You are insulting Chinese culture and defiling this stage.”
"I suggest that such a person be removed from the stage immediately. This is an educational program, and we cannot allow such a person to appear on television and affect everyone's enthusiasm."
A group of old men were red-faced and clearly very angry.
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