"What a beautiful line: Mountains and rivers stretch far, red candles burn low, midnight moon shines cold and wind chills."
Some audience members are experts, pretending to be profound.
"Brother, this poem is nice, but I don't understand its meaning. Could you explain it to me?"
"No problem. The mountains and rivers in the first two lines of this poem need to be explained separately. One mountain and one river are likened to a pair of lovers."
"迢迢" means they are striving to reach each other; "红烛残" means they are unable to be together due to various difficulties.
The person explaining continued, attracting a large audience.
"The cold moon and chilly wind at midnight represent two people missing each other. Even though it is the Mid-Autumn Festival with a full moon and cool weather, their hearts are cold and devoid of warmth."
"A solitary figure and a faint fragrance lean against the railing" means that they have always been alone for each other. Note that the fragrance and the solitary figure are combined into one, which means that one of them may have passed away.
"The last sentence is even simpler: 'Perhaps it is a predestined fate between childhood sweethearts in the next life.' It means making a wish that in the next life, they will definitely be a pair of childhood sweethearts who are destined to be together for all eternity."
After analysis, it's clear that the four elders' poem is indeed very well written and quite impressive.
(Note: This was written by the author himself, so I have to give it a huge shout-out, hahaha!)
As expected of an old poet who has been featured in textbooks, this poem is much better than the previous one. At this moment, the four old men's faces also had some radiance, though not much.
After all, Chen Feng's "Qing Yu An" is unparalleled throughout the ages; they could never have written such excellent poems in their lifetime.
"Indeed, the four elders' poems have demonstrated their abilities this time. I like this poem."
"What a beautiful poem! I wonder how things are going with Fengshen?"
Many people are looking forward to Chen Feng's performance and hope that he can surprise everyone again.
"Mr. Chen, what do you think?"
Sabine asked.
"I'll write it on the spot; please just upload it to the big screen right now."
Chen Feng's single sentence shocked the entire audience.
"What? He writes poetry in real time?"
"That's amazing! Doesn't he even need to think about it?"
Many people were surprised. Others write their scripts before playing them, but he writes and plays them simultaneously, without giving himself time to think.
But since that's what they said, Sabine naturally had to listen, and the staff went up on stage to start operating.
A moment later, Chen Feng's computer was connected to the big screen, where the mouse cursor was flashing.
Everyone was so tense they could hardly breathe, their eyes glued to the big screen.
Slowly, two words appeared on the screen.
The Brocade Zither
"What is this? Is it the title of a poem?"
"Jinse? What does that mean? What does it have to do with emotions?"
Many people are asking questions, and many others are waiting quietly.
Among them, the most nervous and excited were Bai Yizhong, the Eight Elders, Zhao Anqi, Feng Yu, and others.
Those familiar with Chen Feng know that anything produced by Chen Feng is guaranteed to be of high quality, but those unfamiliar with him can only look forward to it.
No one could have imagined that Chen Feng's next two lines of poetry would drop a nuclear bomb on the Chinese music scene, causing the Eight Elders and Zhao Anqi of Huayu Entertainment, who thought they still had a chance of winning, to completely lose their morale.
(The zither has fifty strings for no reason; each string and each bridge evokes thoughts of bygone years.)
The shock and screams erupted suddenly, and disbelief shot straight into the sky.
"This...this...this is another timeless masterpiece!"
Bai Yizhong burst into tears and covered his face, sobbing on the spot.
The eight elders looked ashen-faced, and even experienced a sudden blackout, nearly collapsing.
Zhao Anqi bit her lip tightly, her face pale.
The audience, though not understanding the meaning, could feel the deep longing in the two lines of poetry. After being explained, they were immediately moved to tears.
"Hurry, hurry, keep going!"
Some people couldn't resist wanting to know the full poem and completely forgot that this was Chen Feng playing it live.
"The boss is really amazing, there's nothing he can't do, I'm about to kneel down in admiration."
The celebrities started screaming.
(Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, and the Emperor Wang's heart was entrusted to the cuckoo.)
Thump, thump!
Among those at the scene who understood poetry, some had already fainted and were foaming at the mouth.
The eight elders collapsed to the ground.
With the second line, this poem is already unparalleled in the world.
(The moon shines brightly over the vast sea, pearls seem to weep; the sun warms the fields of Lantian, jade seems to emit smoke.)
My God, I want to kowtow to it right now, it's indescribable, this is what poetry is!
Many people began to worship him directly.
However, what they didn't know was that the last part was the one that would be remembered for all time and surpass all others.
(This love can only be cherished in memory, for at the time it was already a regret.)
This poem caused a sensation and swept across the literary world.
I ask you, can this love be cherished only in memory? At the time, it was all in vain. Who else dares to write of longing and yearning?
One of the four elders nearly fainted on the spot, and Bai Yizhong almost overturned the table.
The whole place exploded; what a spectacular sight!
In front of the television, countless students and young people were overwhelmed with excitement and began copying the poem.
That line, "This love can only be cherished in memory, for at the time it was already lost," later became a source of regret for countless people on Earth.
At this moment, the four elders, Yu, Ren, Yuan, and Liu, had completely gone mad. They simply couldn't believe that a mere young man could write such timeless masterpieces.
"Impossible... Absolutely impossible, you must have plagiarized."
"Yes, you must have a powerful backer?"
"Speak the truth, who wrote 'Green Jade Table' and who wrote 'Brocade Zither'?"
The old folks started spewing nonsense, completely disregarding their image.
It's not their fault; after all, writing poetry does require a certain amount of time and experience, otherwise it's impossible to write good sentences.
Has Chen Feng accumulated experience and knowledge? Judging from his age, it's clear he hasn't.
How could he have written such a timeless line?
"Yes, I know who wrote your poems. It must be the great poet of 'Shuidiao Getou'."
"Host, please stop playing tricks on us. We want to see the real masters. Quickly bring out the author of 'Shuidiao Getou'."
Chen Feng watched the old men on the stage go crazy and spout nonsense, smiled calmly, and seemed completely unmoved.
Just kidding. Although I plagiarized, in this world, I am the original. Unless a few more come from another world, it's not necessarily true.
But is such a thing possible? Obviously not.
There can only be one chosen one in a world; that's common sense.
The audience members in the audience and those watching on television were also somewhat confused. After hearing what the eight elders said, they began to speculate.
"No way, those eight old men described it so vividly, could Chen Feng really have plagiarized it?"
"I also think there's a big problem. How old is Chen Feng? How can he write such amazing poems?"
"I always feel like something's not right. You guys say that Fengshen is too young to write such poetry? I disagree. He's written so many songs, which one of them has bad lyrics?"
"The person upstairs is right. I feel that Fengshen might really be a once-in-a-millennium genius."
Just as everyone was speculating and whispering, Bai Yizhong, a judge, spoke up.
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