On the stage, Wang Jianbin's hand when polishing ink was trembling slightly, and his eyes were closely watching every word written by Wang Cheng!

As the head of the Shuimu Chinese Department, he knew better than anyone present what every word Wang Cheng wrote at this time represented.

Parallel prose occupies an important position in the history of ancient literature, leaving four famous works throughout the ages, each of which represents the pinnacle of parallel prose and the peak use of words by the four masters of parallel prose!

Parallel prose is generally described in four or six characters, so it is concise and rhythmic to read, which is very refreshing.

In fact, judging the quality of a parallel prose has almost the same thing as judging the quality of Song poetry, that is, reading!

The smoother and more enjoyable it is to read, the better the work will be.

no doubt……

This preface to Tengwang Pavilion written by Wang Cheng, and the two paragraphs so far, are extremely refreshing to read, and I feel like I don't want to stop at all.

In Wang Jianbin's memory, none of the four famous poems he read in parallel prose had such a smooth and refreshing feeling.

and……

He could also see that Wang Cheng's wording was not just about piling up rhymes, but also perfectly combined the background of Prince Teng's Pavilion with the background of today's program, in which he also played the appearance of Governor Yan, and

It can be said that there is not a single flaw in the appearance of other historical celebrities.

Looking at Wang Cheng's brush, Wang Jianbin couldn't help but read it softly while sharpening the ink.

"Wearing embroidered gates, overlooking the carved steeds, the vast plains of the mountains are full of sight, and the rivers and lakes are astonishing. The luxuriants are thrown to the ground, the bells are ringing, and the food is home; the ships are in the water, the boats are green birds and yellow dragons. The clouds are gone and the rain is falling, and the colorful bricks are in the area

Ming. The setting clouds and solitary swans fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. The fishing boats sing late, ringing on the poor Pengli shore, and the formation of wild geese frightens the cold, and the sound breaks the Hengyang Pu..."

hiss!

Wang Jianbin almost read in a voice that only he could hear, for fear of disturbing Wang Cheng who was writing. After reading this, he couldn't help but inhale suddenly, so that he could suppress his excitement a little, but Mo Mo

His hands were still trembling, and he quickly held them together to rub the ink, barely keeping them from trembling.

However, Wang Jianbin's mind was filled with this paragraph of text, which was so shocking that he felt a blank moment in his mind. This sentence kept replaying in his mind - the falling clouds and the solitary swans fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky...

This sentence, this artistic conception, and this sense of picture are simply what every literati dreams of.

Tang Yuanpeng, who was next to him, also recited it softly. His body trembled for a moment, as if he had been electrocuted. Then he had a wry smile on his face. Without even looking at the paper in his hand, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the paper next to him.

In the trash can.

Compared with the words written by Wang Cheng, he felt that what he wrote was worthy of being thrown into the trash can.

Jiang Qin, Wen Hanyue, Peng Jie, Yu Hong, Yang Yi, Wang Hongyi and others in the audience also had extremely rosy faces, and they were obviously very excited.

Wang Hongyi murmured in a low voice: "This paragraph alone surpasses the four famous ancient parallel prose poems that have been handed down to this day. This is simply not something that can be written by humans."

The more profound the literary foundation, the more family-educated a person is, the more shocked he is.

Yang Yi whispered: "This is a perfect sentence that I never dared to dream of!"

Wen Hanyue once again spoke her innermost thoughts with a trembling voice: "If I had written this, I would be willing to die where I am after finishing it! The setting sun and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky. The fishing boats sing late, and the sound of the poor Pengli is heard.

On the shore, the wild geese are frightened by the cold, and the sound breaks the Hengyang Pu... What kind of talent does this have to come up with such a sentence?"

Jiang Qin and Peng Jie were both speechless, and stared blankly at Wang Cheng who continued to write on the stage with wide eyes.

Everyone around couldn't help but read it along.

"The distance is smooth..."

Many big names in the entertainment industry could not help but chant along with them, even though 99% of them did not understand what these cultural figures were excited about, nor did they understand what Wang Cheng meant.

, but just follow the arty style.

However, Han Xiao, Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi, An Keru, Lin Mi and others could definitely understand it. Everyone's face turned red and they chanted along, their eyes filled with excitement.

"The sky is vast and the earth is high, I feel the universe is infinite; when joy and sorrow come, I realize that there are countless ups and downs..."

…

"It is difficult to cross the mountains, and those who have lost their way feel sad; if we meet by chance, we are all guests from a foreign land..."

…

"Sigh! Bad luck, bad life. Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang is difficult to seal..."

…

"When you are old and strong, you would rather have a gray-headed heart. If you are poor and strong, you would rather not fall into the clouds..."

…

"Although Beihai has credit, it can be picked up at a high rate; the east corner has passed, and it is not too late to mulberry trees..."

…

…

"The King of Teng's high pavilion is near the river, and he wears jade and sings the luan while singing and dancing."

"Slide to the super-fat Nanpu, and the bead curtain rolls into the west mountain rain at dusk."

"The shadows of Xianyuntan are long and leisurely, and things change and the stars move several autumns."

"Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows empty."

…

When Wang Cheng finished writing the last word, he let out a breath, and the surrounding voices quickly disappeared.

Everyone also followed the brush in Wang Cheng's hand and finished reading.

Everyone feels that there is an emotion brewing in their hearts, and everyone feels a sense of sadness and expectation for the future.

This was influenced by the emotions expressed in this preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion.

Of course, there were some who were sober and were not affected by the emotions of the article, but were shocked speechless by the superb talent of the article itself. They just stared at Wang Cheng with shock on their faces.

For a moment, the scene fell silent.

Everyone's heart was echoing with the shocking sentences they had just read.

Wang Cheng slowly put down his brush and looked at the article he had written, feeling a little dazed. He had never thought before that he would bring this article to this world.

What a coincidence...

Wang Cheng sighed for a moment, then put his thoughts away and looked at the scene. He saw that everyone was extremely quiet, and he was not surprised by everyone's reaction.

After all, this article is known as the first parallel prose of all time. The original author died young shortly after writing this article. Many people joked that it was because writing this article consumed his life.

Naturally, this article is not bad at all in this world, and its status may have risen slightly, because the four major parallel proses left in this world in Wang Cheng's memory are all inferior to the level of the Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion!

If we ignore history and focus solely on the article itself, the Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion written by Wang Cheng at this time can be said to be the first parallel prose in the world.

If coupled with the blessing of his cursive calligraphy that is comparable to Wang Youjun, the value of this authentic preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion will be immeasurable...

so!

After Wang Cheng read it, he looked slightly satisfied and started to collect it and take it back for framing.

"etc……"

Suddenly a rapid sound came.

Wang Jianbin stretched out his hand to block Wang Cheng. Then seeing Wang Cheng looking at him calmly, he hurriedly explained: "Wang Cheng, can you let us read it for a while? This article shocked us so much that we want to read it again."

Look more often."

Tang Yuanpeng also said hurriedly: "Yes, Wang Cheng, I never thought that someone could write such an article. Today, I am the one who is doing something wrong. I am ashamed! Please let me take a second look..."

Many literary figures in the audience also stood up and stretched their necks to take a closer look.

Wang Cheng looked in the direction of the program team and saw that work had not yet been completed. He immediately nodded and signaled to Wang Jianbin and Tang Yuanpeng that they could take another look.

Wang Jianbin and Tang Yuanpeng immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly got in front of the original work and looked at it carefully, looking at the gorgeous words and the stunning art-like calligraphy.

“This is simply a work of art that only appears in dreams!”

Tang Yuanpeng admired in a low voice, his eyes full of longing.

If he could take this original work back to observe and study it, it would be a supreme enjoyment. He believed that he would soon be able to achieve master-level calligraphy.

Wang Jianbin's eyes were shining, but he was thinking in his heart. He connected Wang Cheng's poems and articles, as well as many excellent works created by young writers when they competed with Wang Cheng, and couldn't help but sigh.

——Wang Cheng alone led a wave of revival of Chinese traditional culture.

In Wang Jianbin's view, this preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion can definitely represent the pinnacle of traditional culture and can be regarded as the best parallel prose in the history.

Such an article can appear in this era...

It's really incredible.

Yu Hong, Yang Yi, Jiang Qin, Wen Hanyue, Wang Hongyi and other people who had just been on stage in the audience came up gently and gathered around the table to take a closer look. Everyone's eyes were filled with excitement.

Amaze and enjoy.

Being able to observe such a work of art up close is really a spiritual pleasure and enjoyment.

It would be really great if you could take it back and collect it...

Everyone's eyes reveal desire!
To be continued...