It was achieved through the struggle and sacrifice of countless patriots who "left their loyal hearts to illuminate history."
Only by taking root in one's own nation and in one's own land can one truly succeed.
Only by developing and prospering our own country can we earn the respect of the world's powerful nations.
Instead of going to the other camp to endure discrimination and live a life of ignominy!
Wang Yueheng then changed to a different sheet of Xuan paper.
He calmly wrote down a poem entitled "Joining the Army".
Long clouds over Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains; from the lonely city, one gazes afar at the Jade Gate Pass.
"Having fought a hundred battles, clad in golden armor, we will not return until Lou Lan is conquered."
The poem, though simple, conveys a clear meaning.
There's no need for him to over-interpret it anymore.
Even those who don't understand will soon find someone online to explain it for them.
This is followed by a piece titled "Drinking Wine".
I built my hut in the midst of human habitation, yet there is no noise of carriages and horses.
How can you be like this? When the heart is far away, the place naturally becomes secluded.
[Picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, I leisurely gaze at the Southern Mountains.]
The mountain air is beautiful at sunset, and the birds fly back to their nests together.
The true meaning lies within, but words fail me to express it.
The last song.
It's a line from Wang Yueheng's song "A Bridge of Fate"—
Leaving the Frontier
The moon of Qin shines on the passes of Han, a thousand miles of march, yet the men have not returned.
If only the Flying General of Longcheng were here, the barbarian horses would never dare to cross the Yin Mountains.
"This 'Flying General of Dragon City' doesn't refer to any specific person; everyone has their own hero in their heart."
"This poem can be about history, or it can be about the present!"
"Whoever we hope this hero will be, that's who he will be!"
"It can also be each of us, becoming heroes who are not in the light!"
In the presence of hundreds of thousands of people in the live broadcast room and on-site, the event was witnessed by many.
Four ancient-style poems suddenly appeared from Wang Yueheng's pen!
The powerful effect of the four poems.
It is in no way inferior to the new song that Wang Yueheng just sang.
This is especially true for the world's literary circles.
It's more like four nuclear bombs detonated simultaneously in the literary world!
I have finished writing four poems.
Wang Yueheng put down his brush and slowly stood up.
at the same time.
With the help of those around them, four large sheets of Xuan paper filled with poems were lifted up and displayed to the audience.
"Whoosh~"
"Your calligraphy is fantastic!"
"He's so talented, I really want to marry him!"...
His vigorous calligraphy once again won applause.
I looked at the live stream room, which already had 500,000 people watching simultaneously.
Wang Yueheng picked up the microphone again.
He asked in a serious tone, "Just today, a professor named Lin Kaiwen from the Chinese Department of the University of Hong Kong said that my literary literacy needs improvement."
"They mocked my poems for being incomprehensible."
"Here, I would like to ask Professor Lin another question."
Do you have any objections to these four poems?
"I would like to ask Professor Lin Kaiwen if he could provide some of his work for your critique?"
"I would like to ask the University of Hong Kong: do you dare to speak up for Professor Lam and accept my challenge?"
"I still stand by what I said."
"Whether it's the work of music professor Wei Youxue or Chinese literature professor Lin Kaiwen."
"In my eyes, they're all garbage!"
"You who fawn over foreign things are only fit to be clowns!"
"If you disagree, feel free to challenge me!"
These are professors from two prestigious universities in China that believe the moon is roundest abroad.
Wang Yueheng is vengeful and shows no mercy.
This kind of person is unworthy of being a teacher!
Those who are taught will only be yellow-skinned, white-hearted people who regard Western culture as the ultimate standard!
"Oh yeah, how could I forget about that music professor! I'll block him right now!"
"To judge someone's lack of talent based on just one song is shameful and laughable. And this kind of person is actually a professor at a top university!"
"I'm rooting for this young singer!"
"China's literary and artistic circles need more young, talented, and fresh blood like this, not those condescending, old-fashioned public intellectuals and professors!"
Listening to Wang Yueheng's piercing words from afar.
The netizens in the live stream who were originally there to nitpick him suddenly realized their mistake.
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