"Just shut up! Now you know you're talented, okay?"
“I don’t want to learn!”
"If you don't want to study, just go out. If you don't want to watch, just don't affect the learning atmosphere."
"But what if I don't want to go out?"
"It's not a question of whether I can go out or not. I'll wake up tomorrow and oh wow! It's in the textbook again."
"I don't like idols who have no sense of propriety!"
The live broadcast room was already boiling with arguments.
Tengwang Pavilion has a history of more than 1,300 years.
It is known as one of the three famous towers in China, along with Yellow Crane Tower and Yueyang Tower.
In fact, there should be four famous towers, but the Yellow Crane Tower and the Penglai Pavilion became the fourth famous tower in China, and the locations of both are controversial.
Chen Muyang wanted this greatest parallel prose of all time, "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", to appear in this world!
"Friends, I don't really want to do this either, but my boss has spoken. He said if I write an article, I can use the venue for free tonight. Tell me, can I not save this money?"
Chen Muyang spread his hands and began to weave.
However, this is also the truth. The official has already told Huo Tingting that as long as Chen Muyang can write it, tonight's venue will be free.
"Yes!" the audience said in unison.
"Screw you, I have three kids to raise. Raising kids is the most expensive thing, right?"
Chen Muyang persuaded them with emotion and reason.
"So, I'll save the money for the venue. Let's get back to the point. Today's article is called 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng.' Friends of Changnan, I guarantee you won't regret it. Thousands of years from now, the name of the Pavilion of Prince Teng will still shine brightly in the long river of Chinese history!"
At this time, the content of "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" has appeared on the big screen.
"Yuzhang, the old prefecture, Hongdu, the new capital. Stars divide Yi and Zhen, the land connects Heng and Lu. Bordered by three rivers and embraced by five lakes, it controls the barbarians of Jing and attracts the Ou and Yue peoples. The land is rich in natural resources, and the dragon's light shines on the ruins of Niu and Dou. The people are outstanding, and the land is blessed, and Xu Ru sleeps on Chen Fan's couch. The majestic state is shrouded in mist, and outstanding talents are like stars. The Tianhuang lies at the junction of the barbarians and the Chinese, and the host and the guests enjoy the beauty of the southeast..."
“.........”
"Through the embroidered door, overlooking the carved eaves, the vast mountains and plains fill the view, the winding rivers and lakes are breathtaking. The streets and alleys are filled with the sound of bells and the feasting of tripods; the boats and ships fill the river, like green birds and yellow dragons."
"The clouds have dispersed, the rain has ceased, and the sky is bright and clear. The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, and the autumn water and the sky are the same color. The fishermen's songs in the evening echo to the shores of Pengli; the geese, startled by the cold, cry off at Hengyang Harbor."
Chen Muyang read it to everyone in a voice full of emotion and intonation.
The whole "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" is in parallelism, with neat antithesis in the four and six sentences, and the allusions are natural and ingenious!
As Chen Muyang read a few paragraphs, the audience at the scene and in the live broadcast room gradually became immersed in it.
"Wonderful, wonderful! It's wonderful!"
"What a beautiful line: the setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, the autumn water and the sky are the same color!"
"I've been to Tengwang Pavilion several times, so why can't I write an article like this?"
The experts and professors in the literary circle breathed heavily and their faces flushed. It was written so wonderfully!
The leaders of Gan Province, especially those in charge of tourism and Tengwang Pavilion in Changnan City, were so happy that they were shaking with excitement, as if they were having the hiccups.
"Hahaha, it's done!"
"This 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng' will be passed down through the ages!"
"Hurry up and have someone prepare it. After Mr. Chen Muyang finishes reading it, publicize it online and erect a monument in front of Tengwang Pavilion with this article engraved on it in its entirety!"
At this moment, the students in the live broadcast room didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.
"I'm feeling very complicated right now. I think this article is amazing just by listening to it, but when I think about having to memorize it, I shut up again."
"Actually, this article isn't difficult to memorize. It's basically just four or six sentences. Brother Yang is really talented!"
"But it's too long. This isn't over yet."
"Those who have experienced it tell the younger students that memorization requires skills and not just rote memorization."
Chen Muyang's reading on the stage was also very moving, and his loud voice echoed throughout the audience.
Every time he read it, he was shocked by the talent of the author!
However, in this world, he shamelessly became the author of "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng".
"My heart is free and unrestrained, my spirit soars. The clear sound of the flute brings forth a fresh breeze, and the delicate song brings forth white clouds. The green bamboos of Suiyuan surpass the wine jars of Pengze; the red flowers of Ye River illuminate the brush of Linchuan..."
"The sky is high and the earth is vast, and I feel the infinity of the universe; when joy fades and sadness comes, I realize the finiteness of fullness and emptiness. I gaze at Chang'an under the sun, and at Wuhui among the clouds. The land is at its extreme, and the South Sea is deep; the sky is high, and the North Star is far away."
"The mountains and rivers are difficult to cross, who will pity the lost? When we meet by chance, we are all strangers from a foreign land..."
"...Age makes one stronger, and one's heart will not change even when one is old; poverty makes one more resolute, and one's ambition will not fall..."
“.........”
"Alas! Beautiful places are fleeting, grand feasts are hard to come by again; Lanting is gone, Zi Ze is a wasteland. I am grateful for your gracious farewell gift; I hope you all will appreciate my poem written on this high mountain. I dare to express my humble feelings and offer a brief introduction; I will write a poem in four rhymes, each word in its own. I invite you to pour out the waters of Panjiang River, and pour out the clouds of land and sea."
"The high pavilion of Prince Teng overlooks the river bank, and the jade-adorned phoenixes have stopped singing and dancing."
"The painted beams fly with clouds over the South Bank in the morning, while the pearl curtains roll up the rain over the West Mountain in the evening."
"The shadows of the idle clouds and pond drift by leisurely, and the world changes and the stars shift, and autumn has passed."
"Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the railings, the Yangtze River flows on in vain."
Everyone was numbed by the shock, staring at the tall figure in the center of the stage without blinking.
"Awesome!" A voice suddenly came from the audience.
Then, it spread everywhere like an infection.
"Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!"
Sixty thousand people shouted in unison, scaring the elderly people who were strolling on the street so much that they quickly ran home and stopped strolling.
The stray dogs on the street stared in the direction of the National Stadium with wide eyes.
"Thank you, Brother Yang, for writing the preface for the Pavilion of Prince Teng!"
The manager of Tengwang Pavilion said something in the live broadcast room, and then everyone followed suit.
"Shh!"
"We can just say this in private. We're still broadcasting live." Chen Muyang said with a sly look in his eyes, pointing in the direction of the camera.
Audience: “Hahahaha~”
Chen Muyang looked at the time and saw that he had exceeded the time limit by almost half an hour. If it were another star, he would probably have to pay overtime fees.
"We've already exceeded the time limit tonight, but the leaders should be satisfied with this article, right? So I won't pay for tonight's venue."
"Then at the end, how about we sing a duet?"
The audience's response was extremely enthusiastic.
"Miss, please order a song." Chen Muyang came to the front of the stage and handed the microphone to a girl.
The camera also focused on this girl, and a cute face immediately appeared on the big screen. She was a little shy, covering her face and saying:
“Is it okay to sing about the motherland?”
"Yes, band teacher, let's go to 'Singing the Motherland'."
“.........”
"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind"
"How loud the victory song is"
"Singing Our Dear Motherland"
"From now on, we will move towards prosperity and strength..."
The entire stadium was filled with singing, and the sound waves of 60,000 people surged out from the sky above the National Stadium like a torrent...
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