"Hello viewers, this is a talk show. I'm your host Haining, and I'm your host Xinyue!"
"Today, we have invited Fang Yang, the lyricist, composer, and singer of 'The Moon on the Fifteenth.' Hello, Fang Yang. I remember this is your first time being interviewed on television, right?" Hai Ning asked Fang Yang first.
"Yes, this was also my first time performing 'The Moon on the Fifteenth Night' on stage. I didn't expect the audience to like it so much, and I'm very happy."
"So Fang Yang, under what circumstances did you write this song? It is said that this song is particularly relevant to the actual situation of military families today, so it has resonated with a wide audience."
"I got the idea to write this song after seeing related news online. Later, Director Ouyang of Shanghai TV invited me to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day Gala, and specifically requested that it fit the National Day atmosphere. At that time, I really wanted to bring this song to the stage to celebrate National Day. That's how this song was born."
How long did it take you to write this song?
"It took about three days. I specifically went online to learn about the relevant events beforehand, then spent some time thinking it over before finally writing it down."
"It is said that creation originates from life but transcends it. Fang Yang, you have perfectly demonstrated all of this. I heard that you also created a timeless masterpiece, 'When Will the Moon Be Bright,' which also celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival and has caused a huge sensation in the poetry world. With such talent, do you have any secrets to share with our audience?"
Fang Yang pondered for a moment before solemnly saying, "Read more books, read more books. A mind filled with poetry and literature naturally exudes elegance, and a heart filled with knowledge is as vast as a valley!"
Xin Yue exclaimed in amazement, "Fang Yang, you are so talented! Your inner beauty shines through your knowledge, and your heart is as vast as a valley! That's so true. No wonder you can write so many wonderful poems and songs!"
Haining chimed in, "Indeed, Fang Yang, you have once again demonstrated to us the truth of reading more books. Viewers in front of the television, reading more books may not necessarily lead to progress, but not reading certainly will not lead to progress. So, if you want to progress, you must read more books and read good books. Even if you cannot progress now, you will definitely progress by reading more. Fang Yang's example reminds us of this truth once again!"
Fang Yang sat on the sofa and chuckled, not bothering to argue, but the two men's words made some sense and were undeniable.
Xin Yue turned to Fang Yang again, "Fang Yang, your poetry and prose are so outstanding, and you can also paint exquisite traditional Chinese paintings. Can you share with us how you paint such beautiful paintings? I think the viewers in front of the TV are very curious!"
"As for painting, there are millions of art lovers in China. In fact, many of them are quite skilled in painting. However, to paint a good painting, you also need a pair of eyes that can discover beauty. Life is full of beauty, so you need to observe life, capture a beautiful scene, record it, and make that scene full of charm and wisdom. That will naturally make a good painting."
Haining interjected, "You mean to say that there should be a spirit in the painting, right?"
"Yes, a painting is not only for your own eyes, but also for others. So you have to be clear about what meaning the painting conveys to others, and that is reflected in the spirit and energy of the painting!"
"So you're saying that painting is like writing an article; it needs a central idea, structure, and substance to create a good painting?"
"That's right, that's roughly the idea!"
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When Fang Yang and Zhao Liang walked out of the CCTV building, it was already past five o'clock. "Liangzi, has the restaurant you asked me to book been booked?"
"It's definitely booked! Zheyuan Hotel, you're going to have to spend a fortune! Tonight I'm ordering all of Zheyuan Hotel's signature dishes!"
Fang Yang rolled his eyes at Zhao Liang, "Look at you, so pathetic. How much does one meal cost? Just keep eating like crazy!"
Fortunately, it wasn't time to get off work yet. Although there was some traffic on the way, it was tolerable. Just as it got dark, the two arrived at Zheyuan Hotel. They stood at the entrance, chatting while waiting for the principal and mentor to arrive.
"By the way, Yoko, I heard that Dadi Cinemas is about to start the bidding process. Have you received any notification?"
"I heard from Uncle Yang that there aren't many companies involved, only two or three."
"Two or three cinemas would be good enough. I had someone value it last time, and Dadi Cinemas is worth about four or five billion yuan. However, after taking over, about 50% of the cinemas will need to be renovated, which will require a lot of money and will greatly affect the valuation of Dadi Cinemas."
"Anyway, I've already told Uncle Yang that we'll take anything under 2.5 billion, but we'll pass on anything over that. Right now, the company only has 2.6 to 2.7 billion in working capital, so we need to keep some for circulation. Otherwise, it will affect the company's development, and it would be a loss!"
Zhao Liang nodded, then suddenly saw Wang Jin leading Principal Ma Donglai and several others toward the restaurant entrance. He nudged Fang Yang in the ribs and said, "The mentor and the principal are here, along with Professor Chen and a few others!"
Fang Yang turned to look in the direction Zhao Liang was pointing, and sure enough, he saw a group of people from the Central Conservatory of Music walking over, chatting and laughing. "Hello, Principal! Hello, Professors! Hello, Supervisors!"
Fang Yang greeted everyone one by one. Ma Donglai looked at Fang Yang and nodded, "Kid Fang, you did a good job. You've brought honor to the Central Conservatory of Music!"
Fang Yang stepped forward to help Ma Donglai, saying, "That's because of the principal's excellent teaching; naturally, the students are doing well."
Ma Donglai shook his head. "I dare not claim this credit. If we're talking about good education, your teachers deserve credit. As the principal, I'm not. I'm here to provide logistical support. My contribution is to ensure that you can focus on your studies without any distractions."
Zhao Liang gave a thumbs up, "You're right. You truly deserve to be my old principal. It's thanks to you that the Central Conservatory of Music is what it is today. If you say it's not thanks to you, you're just a pedantic old man!"
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