Liu Shengnan, who was sitting in the crowd at the back, couldn't help but burst into tears after hearing what Wang Qian said!
There is only one set of Xiake Xing!
There won't be a second one.
And this only authentic work of Wang Qian is in the hands of Liu Shengnan.
Liu Shengnan instantly felt that she might also be unique in Wang Qian's heart. Her eyes were filled with tears as she stared dimly at Wang Qian's shadow on the podium.
Ru Ke, Chen Xiaowen and Li Qingyao who were standing next to him were the most envious, while Yu Jingruo and Xiao Dongmei who also had works specially written by Wang Qian were also a little envious.
Because the work Wang Qian wrote for Yu Jingruo and Xiao Dongmei is not a very representative work. Compared with the poem "Xia Ke Xing" written to represent the expedition to North America, its significance is much less.
"Shengnan, I want to copy a painting of a knight-errant when I get back. What do you think?"
Ru Ke looked at Liu Shengnan and requested in a low voice.
Although she is a rock talent, Ru Ke was born into a cultural family in Beijing. She has considerable attainments in Chinese studies and has barely gotten started in calligraphy. Naturally, she likes Wang Qian's calligraphy works very much, and she likes Wang Qian's sharp and chivalrous style even more.
Ru Ke naturally did not dare to hope to get the painting "Xia Ke Xing" from Liu Shengnan. She just hoped to copy one herself and keep it for herself.
Liu Shengnan smiled hastily, wiped the tears from her eyes, and nodded, "Of course. When you get back, you can come to Rongcheng to find me anytime."
Ru Ke: “Then it’s settled.”
Liu Shengnan: “Okay!”
Several people looked at Liu Shengnan, all eager to make a move.
Especially Xiao Dongmei, who majored in Chinese studies, although she has privately written many knight-errant characters in Wang Qian's unique font calligraphy more than once, she still hopes to copy the original several times, which may help her calligraphy improve.
Li Qingyao was willing to exchange all her property for Liu Shengnan's authentic copy of The Knight's Path.
However, Li Qingyao knew that Liu Shengnan would not agree.
And Liu Shengnan's assets may even be greater than Li Qingyao's.
Xiao Dongmei whispered, "Professor Wang might write a work that echoes the "Xia Ke Xing" to put an end to this trip to North America."
When several people heard this, they all nodded in agreement!
They had no doubt whether Wang Qian could write such a work here today.
They believe in Wang Qian's talent. As long as Wang Qian wants to, he can do it...
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Every pair of eyes at the scene was staring at Wang Qian.
Everyone in front of the TV was also staring at Wang Qian.
Wang Qian stood in front of the table, looking at the neatly laid white paper, and continued, "Mr. Xie, have you ever been back to China?"
Old Xie stood there looking very reserved, and said to Wang Qian respectfully: "I first returned to China forty years ago, and have returned several times over the years."
Wang Qian nodded: "Have you ever climbed a mountain?"
Old Xie thought about it, and then answered, "Yes, I have been to several famous mountains in Bashu. I have also been to Lushan Mountain and Huashan Mountain..."
The audience was extremely quiet.
Whether they understood or not, everyone remained silent.
Everyone knew that Wang Qian might be engaged in literary creation at the moment, so they instinctively quieted down and did not disturb Wang Qian. This was the minimum respect for literary artists.
All the Chinese people pricked up their ears and listened carefully, trying to remember this conversation clearly in their minds.
Especially Old Xie’s granddaughter and other members of the Xie family, they were most focused on watching Wang Qian and Old Xie on the podium. They knew that their grandfather might get what he wished for.
On the podium, Wang Qian slowly brewed some emotions in his heart, and asked again: "Have you been to Mount Tai?"
Old Xie immediately replied: "Of course I have been there. If you haven't been to Mount Tai, then your trip would have been in vain."
Wang Qian smiled calmly and said, "I went there once a few years ago and I still remember it vividly. Old Xie, you have been back to China frequently in recent years. What do you think of China?"
A hint of hesitation flashed across Old Xie's eyes, because he knew where he was now. This was New York, the largest city in North America, the world's financial center, and the core area of North America's financial street where finance dominates the world.
If he talks about China here, it might cause dissatisfaction in some people.
So, he thought about it for a while and said, "It's developing very fast!"
Wang Qian chuckled. He knew Old Xie's hesitation and understood it in his heart. After all, the Xie family's roots in hundreds of years of development were deeply rooted in North America.
At that moment, Wang Qian said: "My first trip to North America has come to an end. Today, I will write a piece of work based on my memories of climbing Mount Tai! It can also be regarded as a gift to China..."
Old Xie was shocked, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and a powerful aura emanated from his body. He stared at Wang Qian closely.
All the people in the audience who understood what was said were deeply shocked and were looking forward to it.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the images projected on the wall by the program crew.
In the picture, Wang Qian picked up the brush with his right hand. His movements were slow and graceful, and it was natural and had a natural flavor. He dipped the brush on the inkstone, and then gently waved it on the paper to write.
Each and every one of the characters appears on the paper in a natural, elegant and firm style.
All the Chinese present were watching with great admiration.
There are not many calligraphers who can write freely and freely in this era...
And there is only one calligraphy master who founded a school of calligraphy.
They were not in a hurry to understand the meaning of each word, but just looking at the elegant and graceful fonts was a pleasure.
Even those European and American music artists, celebrities, wealthy people, and upper-class people in many other fields who do not know Chinese characters have a strong appreciation ability. Even if they do not know the meaning of each character, they can feel a unique artistic beauty from Wang Qian's temperament and movements, and the temperament exuded by each font.
Just as ordinary Chinese people cannot understand the beauty of top European and American calligraphy and painting works, China's top traditional Chinese painting masters, top music artists and social elites can all feel the beauty of those top oil paintings to some extent.
It is obvious that those gathered here are from the top circles of European and American music and art, as well as the top circles of celebrities and wealthy people. There are simply no ordinary people here.
Therefore, everyone present could see the temperament of a calligraphy and painting artist emanating from Wang Qian at this moment, as well as the artistic beauty of the thin gold calligraphy characters he wrote.
When art reaches the highest level, it becomes universal and can transcend cultural barriers.
Without a doubt.
Wang Qian's calligraphy works at this moment have already reached the pinnacle of calligraphy art.
Red and Elsa's faces flushed with excitement, their hands clenched and trembling. They both knew that Wang Qian's work must be another work of absolute representative significance, and its future value would be immeasurable...
What makes them most frustrated is that it is basically impossible for them to get this work.
And most ordinary people, including viewers in Europe and America, cannot quite understand the beauty of Wang Qian’s calligraphy art. They only have a sense of awe, and this sense of awe is mostly caused by the halo around Wang Qian.
"Although I don't recognize a single word, it looks very beautiful and impressive. Is this Chinese calligraphy?"
"Wang Qian's Chinese calligraphy must be extraordinary, right?"
"Can someone translate what he wrote?"
"I don't know..."
"Wait for the TV station to translate it!"
"Every word here is beautiful. It's so beautiful."
"He was so handsome when he wrote Chinese calligraphy..."
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But within the Chinese cultural area, there was a lot of admiration.
“This is Professor Wang’s summary of his trip to North America. So exciting.”
"Every time I see Professor Wang writing calligraphy, I feel like kneeling down. It's so handsome and beautiful."
"Every word of that is in line with my aesthetic taste. I really hope to get an authentic painting by Professor Wang someday. I will definitely collect it as a family heirloom."
"This Mr. Xie is so generous, isn't he? Professor Wang actually wrote a new piece just for him?"
"To be honest, Professor Wang's work is really great."
"Professor Wang, please come back soon..."
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China, the capital.
Xue Man stared at the TV screen and hurriedly shouted, "Dad, come here quickly."
Xue Zhenguo, who was practicing calligraphy in the study, walked over quickly and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xue Man didn't say anything and her eyes never left the TV screen. When she saw her father coming, she just pointed at the TV screen and signaled her father to watch it himself.
Xue Zhenguo fell silent, his eyes fixed on the TV screen. In the screen, he saw Wang Qian standing in front of the podium, writing with a graceful movement. The characters that fascinated him appeared on the white paper one by one.
And Xue Man murmured in a low voice: "Wang Yue?"
"How is Mount Tai? The green of Qi and Lu is endless."
"Nature is full of wonders, and yin and yang divide the day and night."
"The clouds are rising from my chest, and the returning birds are flying into my eyes."
"You will be facing the top of the mountain, overlooking all the other mountains..."
Xue Man recited it softly and couldn't help but sit up straighter, because a sense of heroic and powerful momentum arose in her heart. After reading it, her whole spirit seemed to be cleansed.
Xue Zhenguo, who was standing nearby, felt as if he had been struck hard after watching it. He stood there in a daze, staring straight at the TV screen.
Xue Man looked at her father and explained softly, "You may know this overseas Chinese, Mr. Xie. He asked Professor Wang to write him a chivalrous poem. However, Professor Wang refused, saying that there was only one chivalrous poem. Then he asked Mr. Xie if he had ever climbed a mountain since returning to China..."
"Professor Wang said he had been to Mount Tai, and he used the feeling of climbing Mount Tai to summarize this trip to North America. At the same time, he said that this was also written for China..."
After listening to his daughter's explanation of the cause and effect, Xue Zhenguo's face flushed with excitement, and he roared in admiration: "Good! Good! Good!"
He said three good words in a row.
Xue Zhenguo said loudly: "What a great saying! Standing on the top of a mountain, you can see all the other mountains below! This meaning is absolutely appropriate for both him and the great Chinese nation..."
Wang Qian won the world championship in North America, conquered the world with his music, and created almost all pop music sales records. At the same time, he also started the road to becoming a classical music master and conquered the world's classical music field. Isn't this like standing on the top of a mountain and looking down on all the other mountains
The great China has embarked on the road to revival and is rapidly catching up with North America. When it surpasses North America one day, won’t it be able to stand on top of the world and look down on all the other mountains
Wang Qian's image once again became more majestic in Xue Zhenguo's heart.
Previously, because of the government's strong support for Wang Qian, Wang Qian was almost regarded as an external cultural propaganda ambassador, which made many cultural figures in the Beijing circle somewhat dissatisfied, including Xue Zhenguo, who believed that Wang Qian was still too young to take on such an important task.
But now, when Xue Zhenguo read this poem, all the dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared completely, and he felt that Wang Qian had become as tall and heavy as Mount Tai.
Xue Man nodded, still feeling a little excited. She felt like she had to express all the emotions in her heart, so she immediately opened her phone, went on Weibo and started writing!
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At this moment, China’s social media platforms have exploded.
"After reading Professor Wang's poem, I stood up and jumped three times. I don't know why, but I just couldn't control my legs."
"I almost cried when I saw it. For thousands of years, China has been able to stand on top of the world and look down on other countries. Now we are just returning to the top... I believe that day will come sooner or later."
"Professor Wang is truly a role model for our generation..."
"This poem is so apt. Professor Wang is awesome."
"Professor Wang is my lifelong idol. Just for this poem, just for the fact that China will become great again..."
…
On several major social media platforms in China, official media posted Wang Qian’s works as soon as possible.
"Wang Yue, Wang Qian."
"How is Mount Tai? The green of Qi and Lu is endless."
"Nature is full of wonders, and yin and yang divide the day and night."
"The clouds are rising from my chest, and the returning birds are flying into my eyes."
“I will climb to the top of the mountain and look down on all the other mountains!”
All official media reposted this work almost at the same time.
Naturally, many other media outlets and big names in the entertainment industry also followed suit and reposted this song.
This poem spread to every corner of China's online platform in the shortest possible time.
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After Wang Qian finished writing, the majestic, heavy and lofty aura on his body gradually subsided. He took the brush and quietly looked at the words he had written, then said softly, "I haven't written for a while recently, so I feel a little rusty."
Old Xie, who had been standing nearby without daring to breathe, bent his waist slightly, as if he was facing an elder, and said hurriedly: "Sir, you are joking. Your calligraphy is the best in the world. Even if we trace back all the calligraphers in China in the past few years, you are still ranked in the top three. Only those two calligraphy masters who founded their own schools can compare with you."
"And those two calligraphy masters are far inferior to you in poetry."
"So, judging by the combination of calligraphy and poetry, it is not an exaggeration for you to say that I am the first person in ancient China to deal with gold..."
Old Xie addressed Wang Qian as "Sir", which was a sign of courtesy to a disciple, and at the same time he expressed what was in his mind.
In his opinion, Wang Qian's current achievements are enough to rank among the top literary masters of all time.
If we combine calligraphy and literature, it is not an exaggeration to say that Wang Qian is the first person in ancient and modern literature...
Wang Qian looked at Lao Xie, feeling a little embarrassed by the praise, and shook his head.