As soon as Xiao Qingfeng finished speaking, the scene erupted in an uproar.
The reactions of many cultural figures varied, ranging from surprise and skepticism to widespread dissatisfaction.
An elderly man in a long robe with white hair suddenly stood up. His name was Li Yiyun, and he had a certain status and reputation in cultural circles.
Li Yiyun stroked his beard, his face gloomy, and publicly confronted Xiao Qingfeng: "Hmph, young man, you don't know your place. This poetry competition is not a place for a singer like you to show off. You dare to accept such a difficult task for the sake of face. You are simply ignorant."
Another scholar named Wang Qizheng shook his head and sighed, "Young people these days are too impetuous. They think that having a little fame means they can run rampant in any field. How could they write 'Preface to Peach Blossom Garden' so easily? They are really overestimating themselves."
The crowd echoed their opinions, continuously criticizing Xiao Qingfeng.
Someone glanced at Xiao Qingfeng with disdain and sneered, "A singer, why isn't he singing his own songs? What is he doing here meddling? Does he really think he's a cultured person?"
Someone else deliberately raised their voice and said, "Let's see how he handles it when he can't write anything later."
Those who already looked down on Xiao Qingfeng were now even more smug, as if they could already see Xiao Qingfeng making a fool of himself.
Many people whispered among themselves, their words full of sarcasm: "This is going to be interesting to watch. Let's see how he gets out of this mess."
In the live stream, fans became even more furious upon seeing these people's reactions.
"These people are going too far. I'm sure Qingfeng will be able to write a great story."
"They're just jealous of Aomine-sama."
The comments rained down like snowflakes, everyone was worried about Xiao Qingfeng, and at the same time, they were looking forward to him slapping these people in the face.
Xiao Qingfeng remained calm, seemingly oblivious to the unfriendly stares around him.
Faced with the accusations and disdain of the crowd, Xiao Qingfeng remained calm, his eyes revealing determination and confidence.
Xiao Qingfeng nodded slightly and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "I understand the doubts of the seniors, but since I have already agreed to this matter, I will do my best. As for the result, I will make a judgment after I finish this 'Preface to Peach Blossom Garden'."
After saying that, Xiao Qingfeng closed his eyes, letting his thoughts immerse themselves completely in the beautiful scenery of the Peach Blossom Garden.
In his mind, he saw peach blossoms swaying in the breeze like pink clouds, the sound of flowing water seemed to be ringing in his ears, and the melodious songs of birds seemed to echo in his ears.
The classic poems he had read in the past shone like brilliant stars in his mind!
Xiao Qingfeng slowly opened his eyes, picked up his pen, and began to write freely on the paper.
Seeing Xiao Qingfeng's composure, Wen Yanbo couldn't help but feel curious, so he immediately left his seat and went to Xiao Qingfeng's side.
Xiao Qingfeng's brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, yet delicate; every character seems to carry the vitality of life.
As he wrote, the surrounding noise gradually faded away, and everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to his words.
Those who had been criticizing him gradually quieted down, their faces showing surprise.
Looking at Xiao Qingfeng's focused expression and fluent writing, they couldn't help but wonder: Could this singer really have such profound literary skills?
Time passed second by second, and Xiao Qingfeng seemed to have entered a world where only he and poetry existed. His pen...
Finally, Xiao Qingfeng put down his pen, and the next moment Wen Yanbo made a move that surprised everyone.
He disregarded his status and grabbed the still-wet preface from the table!
Wen Yanbo read aloud in an excited voice:
Heaven and earth are but an inn for all things.
Time is but a fleeting visitor through a hundred generations.
Life is but a fleeting dream; how much joy can it hold?
The ancients had good reason to take nighttime strolls by candlelight.
Moreover, the Spring and Autumn Annals summoned me with their misty scenery, and nature lent me its beauty for my writing.
[Gathering in the fragrant peach blossom garden, enjoying the pleasures of poetry and lyrics]
[Among the assembled wise and talented, all are like Hui Lian; yet, in our songs, we alone feel ashamed before Kang Le.]
[The leisurely appreciation had not yet ended, and the refined conversation turned to more elegant topics.]
[We feast amidst the flowers, raising our cups to the moon in revelry.]
Without fine poems, how can one express refined sentiments?
[If a poem is not composed, the penalty will be the amount of wine consumed at Jin Valley.]
Wen Yanbo's voice echoed in the Peach Blossom Garden, and many cultural figures present were deeply shocked after hearing Xiao Qingfeng's preface.
Li Yiyun's originally gloomy face instantly froze. His eyes widened, and the hand that was stroking his beard unconsciously stopped.
He was filled with disbelief that this young singer, whom he had looked down upon, could write such a beautifully written preface.
"Let us feast amidst the flowers, and drink to the moon – a timeless line, a timeless line indeed!" A voice cried out in Li Yiyun's heart.
Is this really a timeless line that a singer could write?
Wang Qizheng was equally shocked and speechless. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Xiao Qingfeng's words kept echoing in his mind, and a feeling of shame welled up in his heart.
Other cultural figures also showed expressions of astonishment. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.
The previous doubts and disdain have vanished, replaced by disbelief and unwillingness to accept it.
They don't believe that a singer could write such a beautiful article. Isn't this a slap in the face to them?
Among the students from the School of Humanities present, someone whispered, "I never expected this singer to be so talented; it's truly beyond my expectations!"
"After reading his preface, I felt like I had wasted all those years studying classical Chinese poetry!"
Some people nodded repeatedly, secretly admiring Xiao Qingfeng's literary skills.
In the live stream, viewers were also stunned by Xiao Qingfeng's preface.
"Holy crap, Aomine is amazing!"
"This writing is simply unparalleled."
"Slap in the face to those who look down on Aomine-sama."
Netizens were thrilled and felt proud of Xiao Qingfeng.
After reading the preface, Wen Yanbo's hands trembled slightly with excitement.
He looked at Xiao Qingfeng with burning eyes and said loudly, "Young friend Qingfeng, this article is a masterpiece. Your talent makes me ashamed. I am no match for you. This 'Preface to Peach Blossom Garden' will surely be passed down through the ages."
Wen Yanbo calmed his excited emotions slightly and spoke again: "Young friend Qingfeng's 'Preface to Peach Blossom Garden' begins with the idea that heaven and earth are the inn of all things and time is the passing guest of a hundred generations. The idea is lofty and thought-provoking."
"Then the ancients' candlelit night stroll leads to the present situation, which is a natural progression. Moreover, the Spring and Autumn Annals summoned me with its misty scenery, and nature lent me its beauty for my writing. This sentence is even more wonderful, perfectly blending the beauty of nature with human sentiment."
"Gathering in the fragrant peach garden to celebrate the joy of poetry and lyrics—this perfectly encapsulates the theme of this poetry and lyrics competition. All the distinguished guests are like Hui Lian; we, in our own singing, are ashamed before Kang Le." This statement is both humble and highly praiseworthy of the distinguished guests present.
"The appreciation of the scenery had not yet ended when the conversation turned to more refined topics, vividly and elegantly depicting the atmosphere of the poetry gathering. 'A splendid banquet is held amidst flowers, and wine cups are raised to toast the moon,' the imagery is so vivid that it makes the reader feel as if they are there, experiencing the beautiful scene of a garden full of peach blossoms and a gathering of poetry and wine. Without fine poems, how can one express refined sentiments? If a poem is not composed, the penalty is to drink according to the number of cups of wine at Jin Valley." This adds a touch of carefree spirit and humor to the entire preface.
"This preface is a rare masterpiece, with precise word choice, beautiful imagery, and harmonious rhythm. It is truly amazing that our young friend Qingfeng, a singer, can demonstrate such profound literary skills. Today's poetry competition is made even more wonderful by this 'Preface to Peach Blossom Garden,' and I believe that this preface will leave a strong mark on literary history."
Wen Yanbo was overjoyed, while the others wanted to disappear into the ground.
The preface is the opening text of this poetry competition. Xiao Qingfeng set such a high tone from the very beginning, how can the subsequent poetry creation proceed?
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