Chapter 161 160. A song of everlasting regret, it has become a national treasure before the ink is dry!
The number of people online in the live broadcast room has continued to rise to more than 1.1 million.
Yan Yiqing and Yan Shouzhong, father and son, were watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast together in Rongcheng. Both of them stared at the live broadcast with wide eyes.
Yan Shouzhong's face turned red. He took several deep breaths to calm himself down a little. He stared at the words that appeared in Jiang Chen's pen and said softly: "This work will completely shatter the entire Chinese literary world. ”
Yan Yi Qing said with disgust: "It should have been broken up and reorganized a long time ago. They are still rejecting an outstanding person like Jiang Chen and slandering him privately. He is just a bunch of moths. With Jiang Chen's calligraphy and works achievements, this Chinese literary world has long been unavailable." It is necessary to exist.”
They know that the attitude of the Chinese literary world towards Jiang Chen has always been ambiguous. Many people do not want to accept it because Jiang Chen is not in their circle and has no interest in them. Jiang Chen does not visit them to build relationships, so he cannot bring benefits to them. .
But there are also some real masters such as Yan Yiqing and Huang Wenqing who welcome Jiang Chen very much.
And now, Jiang Chen’s work has appeared, both in terms of calligraphy and work quality, it has reached one of the best in history, which can directly break all the resistance in the entire literary world and disappear. Clean and tidy.
Because, if even such works are to be boycotted...
Then there is really no need for this so-called literary and calligraphy world to exist.
Yan Yiqing recited softly: "The Emperor of the Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. He couldn't get it from Yuyu for many years."
"The Yang family has a daughter who has just grown up, and she is raised in a deep boudoir and no one knows her."
" It’s hard to give up on natural beauty, once you choose to be on the side of the king.”
“Looking back, you will be full of charm, the sixth palace is colorless...”
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"The six armies are helpless if they don't send out. They will die in front of their horses."
"There is no one to take possession of the land, and the green jade is scratching its head."
"The king hides his face and cannot be saved. , looking back at the flow of blood and tears. "
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"In the soil under Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan Kong died."
"The king and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked east to the capital to return home."
"When I returned, the ponds and gardens were still the same, and the lotus in Taiye was still the willow."
"The lotus is like the face and the willows are like the eyebrows. What do you think about this? Don’t you shed tears?”
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“In order to appreciate the king’s thoughts, I taught the alchemist to search diligently.”
"When the air is emptied, it rushes like electricity, rising to the sky and entering the earth to seek for everything."
"The blue sky above falls to the yellow spring, and both places are vast and invisible."
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Looking at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen, he was still writing furiously, but every word was still like art, and there was already a thick stack of paper written next to it.
Yan Yiqing's eyes were full of shock and amazement, and she praised: "Every word seems to be a kind of enjoyment, and every sentence is beyond my ability to write!"
He then looked at his granddaughter Yan Ruyu, who was standing next to Jiang Chen, and asked softly: "How are Ruyu and Jiang Chen getting along?"
Yan Shouzhong was stunned for a moment, judging from the artistic conception of Jiang Chen's poem He came back for a moment and said: "I didn't ask, they should be considered friends. Jiang Chen is a person who is difficult to get close to. It is said that he does not want to get married and start a family in this life, so he is relatively repellent and indifferent towards the opposite sex. ."
Yan Yiqing smiled: "It's normal for young people to be sentimental, let alone an artist like Jiang Chen. If you get in touch with him more, I believe Ruyu can accept it. Charm and talent. There is probably no one in this world who can match Jiang Chen, only Ruyu can barely match it!"
Does anyone say this about his granddaughter?
Moreover, she is a granddaughter who is extremely beautiful and talented?
However, Yan Shouzhong looked at Jiang Chen and the brush in Jiang Chen's hand, and he knew that what his father said made sense.
With Jiang Chen’s talent and strength, it can be said that there is no man of the opposite sex in China today who is worthy of him!
Only a top-notch person like Yan Ruyu can barely deserve it!
Yan Yiqing asked again: "Everyone from Chang'an Jiaotong University has gone to see Jiang Chen. How are you prepared?"
Yan Shouzhong said seriously: "We will wait for Jiang Chen to return to Rongcheng. , when the time comes, I will personally take people to Chengdu High School I would like to welcome him back on the road and invite him to go back to his alma mater to communicate with our teachers and students, preferably to give a lecture. I think he will not refuse. Great schooling experience.”
"When he was studying at Sichuan University, his grades were pretty good, and his teachers and classmates rated him well. Except for the fact that he fell out of love once at Sichuan University, he probably has no bad memories at Sichuan University. His former classmates in the same dormitory Li Li has stayed in school and taught in our school. Li Li said that they have always been in contact and have a good relationship.”
< br>Yan Yiqing nodded: "Well, there is no room for failure in this matter. For us at Sichuan University, it is a once-in-a-century opportunity, no, it can be said to be an opportunity that is once-in-a-thousand years. People like Jiang Chen will not be able to afford it in a thousand years." There may not be one, and if we encounter it if it does appear, the chance is even slimmer.”
“The chance like this is really slim now. Appeared in front of us, we don't want to be laughed at by others. Beijing University, Shuimu, Magic City Double Star, Zhejiang University, Chang'an Jiaotong University, these are definitely looking at us. If we are also rejected by Jiang Chen, then they are definitely. The happiest.”
“Whoever can win over Jiang Chen will definitely be the most brilliant in the Chinese field in the future. "One of my favorites!"
Yan Shouzhong felt a lot of pressure. He looked at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen and continued to look closely at the lines of calligraphy that were as flowing as art and the masterpieces that would be passed down through the ages. He said softly: "It would be great if Jiang Chen could leave a few works in our school by then."
Yan Yiqing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Don't expect this, it's unlikely."
Yan Shouzhong smiled bitterly and shook his head, knowing that he was overthinking.
At this time.
The writing speed of the brush in Jiang Chen's hand has gradually slowed down. Based on the content, Yan Yiqing and Yan Shouzhong knew that Jiang Chen should be finishing.
Looking at the thick stack of paper placed next to him, Jiang Chen had already finished writing.
Yan Yiqing took a deep breath before saying: "Such a long narrative poem has never appeared in history! Moreover, it is written so beautifully. Jiang Chen's achievements in the field of ancient poetry can be said to be truly greater than those in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. The strength and foundation of a great writer and poet, the rest is the precipitation of time. Even if he stops writing and never writes a poem in the future, he can at least be on an equal footing with those others."
Yan Shouzhong nodded in agreement: "Yes, such works are really rare throughout the ages."
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Beijing, in an office at Beijing University.
Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, Lin Shuang, and Li Wenjun were all flushed with excitement at this time.
Li Wenjun read softly following Jiang Chen's strokes.
“But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet again in heaven and on earth.”
“I send my words again diligently before leaving, and there is an oath in the words that the two hearts know each other.”
“Seven On the seventh day of the lunar month, in the Changsheng Hall, when no one is whispering in the middle of the night. "I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground."
"The eternity of heaven and earth will come to an end, and this hatred will last forever."
After reading this, Li Wenjun stopped, and Huang Bo and others beside him also stood up straight, with extremely solemn expressions, as if they were witnessing something. Holy things.
Because!
On the live broadcast screen.
The brush in Jiang Chen’s hand finally stopped.
It occurred to me that the name of Jiang Chen's poem is called Song of Everlasting Regret, and this sentence has already been written to last forever. This hatred lasts forever, but the title echoes it.
It can be seen that this poem has been written and is extremely complete.
After reading the whole poem, they were able to understand most of the content and understand the content of the poem, so they were even more amazed and admired Jiang Chen even more.
Lin Shuang said in an excited voice: "There are eight hundred and forty words in the whole article! This can almost be said to be the longest narrative poem. And it also writes about the transformation of the lobby from prosperity to decline. The story of the characters Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei, the story is complete, the words are gorgeous and beautiful..."
Lin Shuang paused, and then continued to say excitedly: "I don’t even know how to describe this poem. The artistic achievement is really beyond imagination.”
Li Wenjun added: "You have also forgotten that Jiang Chen's calligraphy for writing this poem can also be said to be second only to Wang Youjun's calligraphy art in history. These calligraphy notes alone are enough to enter the museum."
< br>Huang Bo took a deep breath and praised: "Jiang Chen is really constantly challenging the upper limit of our cognition. I can't even imagine the artistic value of this poem. It can be said that, As soon as it came out, it was enough to be called a national treasure of art. "
The level of calligraphers is calligraphers, calligraphers, calligraphy masters, and after breaking through the calligraphy masters, they are called masters. We are completely different from the people before us. The people after the master mean a generous family. They are already considered experts in calligraphy and call themselves a sect.
Jiang Chen’s calligraphy alone is enough to be regarded as a top contemporary work of art. Coupled with such a long and handed down masterpiece, it can definitely enter the museum directly.
At least, Huang Bo believes that if Jiang Chen is willing, the Chang'an Museum will now include this Song of Everlasting Sorrow and set aside a special exhibition room to place it.
This poem and this work have even more special significance to Chang'an.
As for this poem and Jiang Chen’s calligraphy, there is still a hint of progress and breakthrough. It can go further in the realm of Dafangzhijia. It has surpassed the only few in history. There are signs of calligraphy masters, so it is not an exaggeration to say that the calligraphy of this poem is second in history, second only to Wang Youjun!
Zhang Shuwen's eyes flashed: "If I could collect this work, I would really be willing to die!"
Lin Shuang smiled and said: "I am willing too, but it's a pity that even if I die, I won't be able to survive." I’ll take the opportunity to collect this work.”
Huang Bo: “If Jiang Chen brings this work back to Rongcheng, it will probably be borrowed by Sichuan University. Then I will go to Sichuan University to see the original work.”
Zhang Shuwen immediately said: "I'm going too!"
Lin Shuang: "And me, I also want to see the original work."
Li Wenjun's eyes flashed: "I'm going too!"< br>
Li Wenjun himself wanted to go to Rongcheng, and now he had an excuse to go with Huang Bo and others without appearing out of the blue.
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And at this time.
When Jiang Chen put down his brush.
Peng Ruihua and Li Shuangzheng next to them all had the urge to kneel down.
Peng Ruihua took a step forward. His hands trembled and he wanted to touch, but he didn't dare. He was afraid that his hands would stain the work and handwriting. He could only look at it from a close distance with his eyes wide open and his voice trembled. Reading:
"On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one is whispering in the middle of the night."
"I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground."
"Sometimes the eternity of heaven and earth will end, and this hatred will last forever."
"Good, good, good, so well written Okay, great..."
Next to them, Han Qing, Pu Yuexi, and Chen Xiaojia were already holding a piece of paper written by Jiang Chen. it took.
Everyone around them quickly took out their mobile phones and took crazy pictures of the papers in their hands.
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room now exceeded 1.3 million, and many viewers began to take screenshots frantically.
“I’m convinced, I’m completely convinced. There is no upper limit to Lao Jiang’s talent. Once this poem came out, Lao Jiang could completely compete with several great writers in the prosperous Tang Dynasty in the field of ancient poetry. A few years later, Lao Jiang can even surpass those few and become the first poet in China throughout the ages. "
"What Lao Jiang lacks now is time and historical background, otherwise he would have been a great literary giant for the ages. ”
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucan Lao Jiang be given away this painting of Song of Everlasting Regret by drawing a lottery? If I can win the lottery and get this painting of Everlasting Regret, our family will offer sacrifices and burn incense to Lao Jiang from generation to generation, and regard Lao Jiang as our ancestor."
“You Don’t dream, you can’t imagine the value of this work. It can be said to be a national treasure now. In a few hundred years, its value may be comparable to Wang Youjun’s legendary Lanting Preface.”
"Are the people of Chang'an going to cry?"
"Lao Jiang, I have a certain preference for the people of Chang'an. Last night I dreamed of going back to the Tang Dynasty, and this morning there was another song of eternal regret. I don't even think about it. Difficult.”
“Song of Everlasting Sorrow… ...If this poem were included in a textbook, it would be difficult to recite it. With so many words, I would be sad for the children in the future."
"This professor from Chang'an Jiaotong University was so excited that he cried..."< br>
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indeed!
At this time, Peng Ruihua and Li Shuangzheng had tears of excitement on their faces. They stood in front of the desk. They wanted to get closer but did not dare to get closer. They were afraid that they would soil the work, so they could only stand one step away. Watch carefully outside.
After Jiang Chen finished writing, he put down the brush, with his hands behind his back, his expression was slightly melancholy. His heart was still immersed in the artistic conception of the Song of Everlasting Sorrow, feeling sorry for the love story between Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei, and at the same time even more It is a pity that the prosperous Tang Dynasty turned from prosperity to decline.
Sighing, Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the plaque of the Ancient City of the Tang Dynasty behind him, and then at the many palaces and pavilions inside. He immediately turned around and walked towards the hotel, planning to go back and tidy up, and meet with Mayue later. Xi and others went to record songs.
The past is history.
No one at the scene dared to disturb Jiang Chen and watched Jiang Chen leave.
Han Qing, Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, Wang Jing, and Yan Ruyu quickly helped Jiang Chen pack his things. They packed up pens, inks, paper and inkstones. The most important thing was these pages written by Jiang Chen. Every page is a national treasure, and the combined value is immeasurable!
Peng Ruihua, Li Shuangzheng and others looked eagerly at the pages and pages taken away by Han Qing and others, eager to step forward and snatch them away.
(End of this chapter)