In the writing room.
The woman seems to be in the poem "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion," ascending the pavilion with her husband, amidst the graceful movements of dragons and phoenixes.
In this preface, she, in her extreme grief, also saw through the philosophy of this world and learned to comfort herself.
The audience members below the stage.
They all stared intently at the woman's every move.
All the barriers caused by language barriers were conveyed to audiences in different countries overseas through the woman's deeply moving emotional performance.
Looking at the woman's tragic and fleeting love.
Soft sobs could be heard among the blond, blue-eyed foreigners.
"Unrelated to romance, I'll inscribe this preface and await your reply."
"Handwritten words are without shame or fear of worldly right and wrong."
"The rain has been pattering on the banana leaves for several more nights."
"I'm waiting for the spring thunder to remind you who you love~"
Amidst the music.
The woman wielding her brush and ink, whose eyes were originally filled with sorrow, now held a hint of firm pride.
She was proud that her husband had sacrificed himself for his country.
Although they are overseas Chinese, they are still able to contribute their small but powerful contributions to their country and homeland.
I have a clear conscience!
I only pray that in the next life, I can reunite with my husband and continue our marriage in this life.
"...Although times and circumstances differ, the sentiments evoked remain the same. Those who read this in the future will also be moved by this writing!"
As the complete "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion" was gradually completed under the brush of a woman...
Wang Yueheng's singing also came to an end.
The woman's figure and the surrounding scenery then gradually faded from the stage.
All that remains is the newly completed and powerful "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion," which sits on the table.
A beam of light shone in.
The calligraphy scroll slowly floated up, magnified dozens of times, and was displayed to the audience in the theater.
The calligraphy inscription fluttering in the wind instantly amazed the entire audience.
Each enlarged, boldly written Chinese character is like an infectious element, impacting the vision and heartbeat of everyone present.
Human beings share a common aesthetic appreciation for beautiful things.
This is also reflected in calligraphy works.
Wow~
"The Hand of God!"
"Absolutely stunning!"
"I cried, for that woman, for this calligraphy..."
A gasp of amazement erupted from the audience of different skin colors.
Hundreds of millions of netizens around the world watched with wide eyes.
I wish I could immediately copy this "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion" and study it carefully.
"Wang Yueheng, he..."
At this moment, Wang Zhan, president of the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce, and others sitting in the audience had tears welling up in their eyes.
This is the love story sung in the song.
It's clearly a description of the deeds of Dr. Knoxland and his wife Zheng Shuangmei, who sacrificed their lives on the front lines!
And this is the secret of the Chinese-Canadian of Knoxland.
Only the Chinese military and a few high-ranking members of the chamber of commerce present at the scene knew about it.
Was all of this a coincidence or something Wang Yueheng did on purpose?
Then, one can think of the philosophical discussions on life, death, and existence in the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion."
This made Wang Zhan and the others even more confused about the situation.
All they knew was that this song, along with this prologue, was the most moving work they had ever seen in their lives!
For these "scouts" who secretly dedicate themselves to the country, it is even more powerful than the song "Descendants of the Dragon"!
"Teacher, are you alright?"
Just then.
Tong Yue, a student sitting next to Zheng Shuangmei, suddenly noticed her teacher's strange expression.
The resilient professor covered his mouth with one hand, tears already soaking the back of his hand.
She clutched the stack of books she had brought with her tightly in her left hand: "Blossoms" and "The Storm".
Both she and her husband are readers and fans of Wang Yueheng's books.
At this moment, Zheng Shuangmei seemed to hear again the words her husband had said to her before he went to war:
"If we have the chance, let's ask the chairman to help us get Wang Yueheng's autograph."
And this time...
Wang Yueheng, however, brought her a valuable gift that went far beyond the significance of a signature.
She will keep this poem, "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion," on her computer and phone forever, listening to it day and night.
She will do her best to memorize this "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion" and imitate its writing...
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