Chapter 407 405. Set an end to the storm! A rare piece of ancient style!
Many audience members in the audience remained silent.
Because everyone present is an extraordinary being and they don’t want to lose etiquette!
Looking at Luo Xueyi's performance, Zhang Huizhong first said: "This program format is quite novel. CCTV's stage blessing has a great effect."
Wu Tong first nodded in agreement: "Yes, this stage effect is very powerful, the atmosphere is simple, and it is easy to substitute. The assistant actor hired by Luo Xueyi also has good acting skills! It depends on what kind of works he can write. In modern times, it is better There are no popular lyric works."
Not far away, Zhang Guobin whispered: "I don't know if Luo Xueyi is fully prepared this time!"
Sitting next to Zhang Guobin was also a middle-aged man, He Fujiang, the vice principal from Shuimu. He looked at Luo Xueyi and said softly: "I believe in Luo Xueyi's knowledge. His ancestors were the most knowledgeable at that time two hundred years ago. One of the famous lyricists and the most talented person from the royal family at that time to go abroad.”
Zhang Guobin smiled and said nothing, staring carefully at Luo Xueyi who picked up the brush and was about to write.
Everyone else is also looking closely at Luo Xueyi’s pen!
On the big screen at the back, Luo Xueyi’s pen and the white paper under the pen are clearly displayed...
I saw Luo Xueyi put his pen directly on the white paper and quickly wrote a few words.
Define the storm!
Wen Honglun, Wang Hongyi and other Shuimu teachers and students in the background looked at Luo Xueyi slightly nervously. They didn't know what Luo Xueyi would write on the spot.
However, when they saw the words "dingfengbo", Wen Honglun and Wang Hongyi couldn't help but glance at Xiao Daolin who was preparing to appear next to him.
because…
Xiao Daolin focuses on one word card, which is Dingfengbo.
Han Lei, Liang Xiaoliang, Chen Yuqi and others also looked at Xiao Daolin.
Xiao Daolin himself frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, Luo Xueyi actually wrote the word "Ding Feng Bo". He glanced at the others, saw everyone looking at him, and said softly: "I have never communicated with him. Moreover, I will definitely write it." I just don’t know if Luo Xueyi can write Ding Feng Bo Ci Pai well.”
Wen Honglun nodded and said nothing. He glanced at Wang Hongyi and others. He had no hope in this. He didn't think Luo Xueyi's Ding Fengbo could be as good as Xiao Daolin's.
Xiao Daolin has focused on this Ci brand for many years, and has published several national works, which are indeed very good. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is one of the representative works of Ci works in the past twenty years.
After all, in the current literary and Chinese studies circles, there are not many people left who study ancient poetry. There are not many people who can write complete works according to rhythm, and there are even fewer people who can write complete works with a certain level. .
If Xiao Daolin continues to develop, he hopes to become one of the representatives of domestic poetry works in the future.
Of course, Luo Xue is not weaker than Xiao Daolin. Luo Xue can also fill in the five word cards skillfully. His talent in Song poetry is still higher than Xiao Daolin.
only…
It depends on how well Luo Xueyi writes this time.
With complicated and expectant thoughts, several people looked at Luo Xueyi who wrote the words "Ding Feng Bo", but they couldn't help but look back at Wang Cheng who was still sitting in the resting place not far away.
I saw that Wang Cheng was still sitting there, not raising his head to take a look at Luo Xueyi's performance!
This made Wen Honglun, Wang Hongyi, Han Lei and others couldn't help but smile bitterly and helplessly, and there was still some anger in their hearts that had nowhere to vent!
They have made so many preparations and worked so hard just for Wang Cheng...
However, Wang Cheng himself didn’t seem to care at all!
This gave them the feeling of punching the air with all their strength.
With Wang Cheng like this, even if they win, they still feel like the victory is in vain and of little value.
Because, Wang Cheng did not treat them as if they were talking to each other at all...
Xia Xi, who was sitting next to Wang Cheng, reminded her in a low voice: "Wang Cheng, Sima Guang, played by Luo Xueyi, is writing about Ding Fengbo..."
Determining the storm?
Wang Cheng nodded casually, just looked up, didn't care, and continued to look at the book in his hand.
Wen Yixiao and Han Xiao were silent. They all had absolute trust in Wang Cheng...
Luo Xueyi on the stage was extremely focused at this time, holding a brush and writing down cursive calligraphy fonts on the white paper!
“The wild birds are noisy in the hedgerows. The business in the small courtyard is happy. It’s better if it’s not sunny outside.”
“Tian. Look at the setting sun and a tree in the evening.”
“The cooking is as good as it gets. Do you know? It’s rare to sleep in a wide place in the world. I’m even more lazy when I make an appointment to see Huanong.”
“Let’s do it first. Three cups of Mao wine will overcome the cold spring.”
Written down one by one in a slightly elegant and steady running script, Luo Xueyi also exuded a free and easy atmosphere, as if he was not sad about the current situation.
The audience was also quiet. When Luo Xueyi's brush stopped, comments started to appear one after another.
Zhang Guobin whispered to He Fujiang: "Old He, Luo Xue in your school is worthy of his family background. His calligraphy is also good, and he has already entered the hall! This poem can be regarded as a fine piece. In the past twenty or thirty years, it can be compared with Not much compared to that.”
He Fujiang had a smile on his face, but he also said humbly: "No, he is still too young and needs to be polished. Although this song Ding Fengbo is not bad, it is actually a bit petty. Sima Guang in history was ambitious. A man of great talent. The calmness in this poem is in line with the historical Sima Guang."
Later, Li Qing, a professor at Peking University, said with a smile: "Principal He, don't ask for so much. Luo Xueyi's poem is enough to rank among the best poems in recent years, and it is enough to make your school look good. That's it. Let’s see if we can defeat Wang Cheng…”
He Fujiang smiled again: "Let's see how many points Lao Wang and others give Luo Xueyi! This poem is indeed a rare and good work in modern times."
but…
Several people had nothing to say in their minds.
That is, this is only considered a good work in modern times. If we go a little further in time, even two hundred years ago, it can only be said to be ordinary.
Because Luo Xue is a modern person after all. Although he has been exposed to a lot of Chinese studies and traditional culture since he was a child, he grew up in the modern information society after all. The works he writes will inevitably have the unique atmosphere and characteristics of modern times, that is, the whole The first work is not as smooth and natural as those written by the ancients. There is no problem there, but anyone who knows a little bit can tell what period this work is from after reading it.
I have learned the rhythm of poetry since I was a child, and I have mastered the essence of it. When writing works, the words and sentences are more in line with the rhythm and meter, making it smoother and more comfortable to read!
This is something that modern people cannot imitate.
This is also the reason why several works by Wang Cheng can shock the entire literary world.
because…
Several of Wang Cheng's works, when placed among the masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages, are not inconsistent at all. If they are said to be the works of some ancient great literary giant, no one would doubt that they do not have the slightest modern flavor. This can be said to be the work of modern times. Something that none of the literary giants in the past century have ever done.
Luo Xue also finished writing, with a smile on his face and said softly: "I'll just wait for the opportunity!"
With that, his performance ended, and the stage lights gradually dimmed.
The scene immediately burst into applause...
Wen Honglun and other Shuimu teachers and students in the back applauded vigorously, and even Wang Hongyi had a hint of admiration on her pretty face.
Han Lei, Xiao Daolin and others from Beijing University all looked slightly solemn and clapped vigorously.
This piece by Luo Xueyi exceeded their expectations!
Even though Xiao Daolin has been studying Dingfengpo Cipai for many years, the best work he has published before is comparable to Luo Xueyi's work.
However, Luo Xue did not specialize in Ding Feng Bo. He also studied four or five Ci Pai and was able to write lyrics proficiently.
So, in terms of Ci, Luo Xueyi's talent and strength surpassed Xiao Daolin's.
Xiao Daolin took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions. Even if he lost to Luo Xue in the field of poetry, it would not matter. He also knew other things, such as calligraphy, modern poetry, prose, etc., and had published good works. Comprehensive The strength is absolutely not inferior to Luo Xueyi's.
Thinking of this, Xiao Daolin became more confident again. He looked back at Wang Cheng and saw that Wang Cheng was still reading a book by himself without taking a look at Luo Xueyi's works. A wry smile appeared on his face again!
The applause gradually stopped.
The lights on the stage came on again.
Luo Xueyi was still dressed in ancient costume, like a handsome young man in ancient times, standing on the stage, facing the four judges Wang Jianbin, Jiang Sihua, Zheng Ning and Hu Jun.
Jiang Sihua, the oldest, spoke first: "I didn't expect that you surprised me in the first performance. This poem is more in line with Sima Guang's spirit and is very calm. It can be said to be a rare masterpiece in contemporary times. You are worthy of being a queen from a famous family, Ronaldinho, I give you ninety-five points!"
As the inheritor of a master of Chinese painting, Jiang Sihua is also knowledgeable and talented. Naturally, he has an incomparable understanding of Song poetry and gave his own evaluation and score.
Out of 100 points, 95 points is already an absolutely high score.
However, almost everyone at the scene was not surprised by this.
Because, they almost all felt that Luo Xue also deserved this score.
This work is indeed a rare masterpiece nowadays. Many big figures in the Chinese studies circle in Beijing cannot write it.
Luo Xueyi bowed slightly with a smile on his face and thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang, I am so ashamed of myself!"
Then, Zheng Ning also smiled and said: "You deserve this, Luo Xueyi, but I hope you won't be proud, continue to make progress in the future, and continue to write better works. I will give you ninety-five points!"
Luo Xue also bowed again to express his gratitude: "Thank you Mr. Zheng, I will continue to work hard!"
Hu Jun said in a Buddhist tone: "Yes, yes, it is indeed a good work. I will give you ninety-five points. Come on!"
Luo Xueyi smiled even brighter: "Thank you, Mr. Hu..."
Wang Jianbin finally spoke: "I give you ninety-five points. If you can write more boldly and boldly, it will be more in line with the artistic conception of Sima Guang's character at that time! However, now you have done a good job, and I also I’ll give you ninety-five points!”
Wang Jianbin, as Luo Xueyi’s teacher, pointed out on the spot that Luo Xueyi’s writing was not suitable enough for the character.
Luo Xueyi naturally accepted it humbly: "Mr. Wang is right. I don't understand this character well enough. I will do better next time. Thank you for your advice..."
Actually, he didn’t think so.
He is not really Sima Guang, so how can he really write works that fit Sima Guang?
The current piece was not really created temporarily for Sima Guang, but one of his last works. It took several years to carefully craft it. It would be nice if some of it fits the character.Anyway…
He did not believe that Xiao Daolin and Wang Cheng could write works that perfectly fit the characters.
All four judges gave him ninety-five points, and the final score was ninety-five points...
The host came out and said loudly: "Congratulations to the first contestant Luo Xueyi, the final score is ninety-five points. Wow, I really didn't expect that Wang Zha was the one at the beginning. Such a good work appeared all of a sudden. It has also been recognized by the judges, which puts too much pressure on the contestants who will appear later!”
“Okay, we have invited the next contestant, Xiao Daolin from the red team!”
Luo Xueyi followed the host to rest and happened to meet Xiao Daolin on stage. Luo Xueyi smiled slightly proudly at Xiao Daolin!
Luo Xue also chose to settle the situation, that is, not only to defeat Wang Cheng, but also to defeat Xiao Daolin and prove himself!
Defeat Xiao Daolin on the word card that Xiao Daolin is best at, leaving Xiao Daolin speechless...
Xiao Daolin also looked at Luo Xueyi seriously, and obviously regarded Luo Xueyi as his biggest opponent.
For a while, both of them ignored Wang Cheng.
Wang Cheng was still sitting in the rest area, reading quietly.
As soon as Luo Xueyi came down, he was surrounded by Wen Honglun and other Shuimu teachers and students, chatting, and they all praised his work.
“Be silent and make a big splash, Luo Xueyi, that’s fine!”
“How long did it take to write this piece?”
“Haha, Luo Xueyi, you are going to make a big splash this time!”
Luo Xue also benefited from the compliments from several people.
Such a live broadcast program is watched by many big names in the industry. If he can become famous through this, he will definitely become a blockbuster and start on the road to becoming a big shot in the literary world.
However, Han Lei and other teachers and students of Beijing University looked solemn and just watched from the side.
Although the two famous schools have temporarily cooperated because they want to defeat Wang Cheng this time, they are competitors that have lasted for hundreds of years, and they still regard each other as their competitors.
At this time…
Xiao Daolin on the stage had reached the climax of his performance and began to write in public.
Luo Xueyi, Wen Honglun, Han Lei and others quickly looked at Xiao Daolin's works, their eyes slightly nervous.
I saw that the first thing Xiao Daolin showed was his own calligraphy skills. He also used cursive calligraphy and the three characters "dingfengbo", which was not inferior to Luo Xueyi's at all.
Many spectators at the scene and those in front of the TV were slightly surprised.
●Today’s program is of a very high standard!
The calligraphy of Luo Xueyi and Xiao Daolin is enough to call themselves calligraphers.
However, everyone is not too surprised by this. After all, they are from well-known families, have practiced calligraphy for many years, and have some talent. It is not uncommon for them to enter the palace in their twenties.
After all, there is a 19-year-old contemporary calligraphy master over there.
Everyone looked at the words written by Xiao Daolin!
"Because I have a book to meet me, I came from Landu to arouse lovesickness. Last night, Dieyi just fell into a dream, cherish it, the east wind is about to bring spring."
“March is the 30th day of the month, so the spring will finally come back together. It can only become cloudy and bear fruit, but now I wish it would bloom late!”
Xiao Daolin also finished the work in one go, without stopping the brush in his hand. It was obvious that he had thought of this piece for a long time and just happened to write it today.
The two actors on the same stage applauded.
“Okay, Brother Zeng will definitely respond to Madam’s longing for her.”
“Brother Zeng is so infatuated…”
The two people's words made Luo Xueyi and the others who had missed the performance understand that Xiao Daolin had taken a trick and wrote a work not based on the background of the characters, but based on the plot of the performance, which gave him a lot of room for manipulation. .
Taking love as the main subject, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.
Furthermore, Luo Xueyi can also see that Xiao Daolin's "Ding Fengbo" is indeed well written, even slightly better than what he wrote.
Because Xiao Daolin's poem reads like an ancient work, which is what many modern literary figures are pursuing. If it can have a touch of ancient flavor, it must be a rare masterpiece.
Han Lei applauded on the spot: "Okay!"
Other students from Beijing University also applauded.
The audience at the scene naturally applauded vigorously.
Zhang Guobin smiled all over his face: "Xiao Daolin is quite capable!"
He Fujiang also smiled and said: "It's not bad...it's rare to be able to write with a touch of the ancient atmosphere."
Li Qing and other professors from the two schools also applauded.
The applause gradually subsided.
Xiao Daolin looked at the four judges.
The four judges were all a little confused...
Because the score they gave Luo Xueyi just now was relatively high, as high as ninety-five points, which was only a few points away from the full score of 100 points.
They originally thought that works like Luo Xueyi’s would be difficult to appear in modern society and deserve high marks.
Unexpectedly, only a few minutes have passed in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Daolin really appeared with a slightly better Tongcipai work.
this…
They could only give Xiao Daolin a higher score, which would be closer to a perfect score.
After all, there are many insiders watching at the scene. If they give points randomly, they will definitely ruin their reputation.
Jiang Sihua still took the lead and said: "Okay, well written! Although you took a trick and designed the stage background yourself. However, this poem is indeed good and fits the plot background of your performance just now. I give you ninety-six points!"
Xiao Daolin breathed a sigh of relief and saved his reputation. He smiled and bowed in thanks: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang!"
Zheng Ning also smiled and said: "Not bad, not bad, a rare good work, calligraphy has also come to the fore, and you have lived up to your grandfather's expectations of you. Come on, I will give you ninety-six points!"
Zheng Ning was good friends with Xiao Daolin's grandfather and had known Xiao Daolin since he was a child, so he said this.
Xiao Daolin smiled and said: "Thank you, Grandpa Zheng, I will continue to work hard!"
Hu Jun is still a Buddhist: "It is indeed good, I will give it ninety-six points..."
Wang Jianbin was still the last one. He looked at Xiao Daolin and said seriously: "It stands to reason that Zeng Gong, who has participated in the imperial examination for many years and just failed the exam at the age of twenty, should not have the time or mood to consider these romantic matters. But you are trying to be clever. A stage play was performed with this character as the character, which can be regarded as a performance consistent with the stage play.”
“And, the key is, this poem itself is very good, I will give you ninety-six points, so work hard..."
Wang Jianbin still pointed out Xiao Daolin's cleverness, and also gave a high score of 96 points, recognizing that this piece is slightly better than Luo Xueyi's piece.
Love is one of the eternal themes in all literary fields at home and abroad, and it can also be said to be the past.
Xiao Daolin smiled with a smile on his face: "Thank you Professor Wang, I will try my best..."
Xiao Daolin was completely relieved. He did not lose to Luo Xueyi in his best ci card and kept his reputation.
but…
Thought that Wang Cheng was about to appear.
Xiao Daolin put Luo Xueyi down and looked slightly nervously at Wang Cheng, who was standing backstage, preparing to appear.
Many spectators at the scene also became slightly commotion.
After all, most of the audience really came for Wang Cheng...
I want to see what Wang Cheng can do on the spot!
Wang Cheng, can he write Song lyrics above the standard?
The host came on stage and exchanged a few words, then took Xiao Daolin away from the stage.
Then, the stage dimmed!
With everyone watching…
Special effects of rainy weather were presented on the stage.
It started to rain lightly.
The background has also changed to a mountain forest...
Two figures slowly walked out from the depths of the mountain forest.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the figure who came out.
(End of this chapter)