Regrettably, the grandeur of Qin and Han emperors slightly paled in literary talent, and the Tang and Song forebears sowhat fell short in elegance.
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The past has gone, counting the heroes, we look to the present.
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What kind of grand vision is needed to carry on the past and open up the future?
Xu Lin suddenly spoke, "Paper and pen!"
Imdiately, soone handed over the paper and pen, it wasn’t Pei Danqing, but Bastard.
Soon, Wu Zongting saw Xu Lin effortlessly produce yet another score, his speed of creation was swift, without any pause, his inspiration was so overwhelming, his talent so vast and boundless.
"A talent blessed by the heavens!"
Wu Zongting was filled with astonishnt, at this mont, his heart no longer doubted this eighteen-year-old youth.
In less than two minutes, a score erged without any revisions.
The score was completed.
Xu Lin again wrote the title at the top: Counting the Heroes.
"Is this score called ’Counting the Heroes’?"
Wu Zongting hurriedly asked.
Xu Lin: "Yes."
Wu Zongting pursued, "Is there a deeper aning?"
"Have you read ’Immortality, like hemp’?" Xu Lin retorted.
"Of course I’ve read it!"
"If you’ve read it, there’s no need for explanation, right?"
Xu Lin felt that when individuals face the river of ti, it is insignificant, for no matter how remarkable a person is, dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth.
Emperor Qin has died, yet his Terracotta Army remains.
Exceptional figures erged two thousand years ago, a thousand years ago, five hundred years ago, and will erge five hundred years later, a thousand years later, two thousand years later, endlessly across ages.
This country will forever be rich in talents, will forever gather heroes, will forever be graced with Immortals, like hemp.
Hence, great figures will say, counting the heroes, we look to the present.
This is a sort of grand vision to carry on the past and open up the future, sothing not everyone can express.
"Wonderful!"
On the other side, Wu Zongting pondered carefully for a while, indeed, it was true.
’Immortals, like hemp’ as the beginning, ’Counting the Heroes’ as the end.
"Let see this piece!"
Xu Lin handed him the score.
And Xu Lin had already taken the guqin, with one leg crossed over the other.
The score he wrote, could he forget it?
In terms of mory, perhaps no one in this world is as strong as him, those so-called world mory champions are just so.
Seeing Xu Lin was about to play, Wu Zongting decided to listen to Xu Lin’s playing while looking at the score.
The sound of the guqin started, still representative of grandeur, one that symbolizes a prosperous country, a prosperous era, or even an unsurpassed willpower that defies submission, forever contending with heaven and earth, conveyed through the sound of the guqin, overwheld him, causing Wu Zongting’s blood to boil, his heart to surge.
Wu Zongting, being imrsed in music for decades, recognized this was another piece capable of shaking the music world.
"Overflowing with talent, indeed a grand vision!"
Without a grand vision within, one cannot create works with grand vision.
Wu Zongting was filled with emotion.
No matter how talented Liu Yong is, no matter how talented Li Yu is, they can never utter words like "A roc once rises with the wind, soaring ninety thousand miles upward," nor like Du Fu’s "I shall climb the summit, to view all mountains below."
"Truly a grand vision!"
Wu Zongting was moved, seemingly making him want to shed tears.
He recalled his younger days, at that ti the country was just founded, all was waiting to be revitalized, with two superpowers glaring from abroad. Later, the country developed, many people began to connect with the outside world, considering the West to be the land of paradise, in contrast to the dostic, like comparing rural areas to urban cities, a stark difference, so many fled to the West, Wu Zongting included, headed to the Western beacon, never returned since; as the millennium passed, the nation grew stronger, and people beca more and more confident.
"Bastard, why are you crying?"
After Xu Lin finished playing, he noticed Bastard shedding tears.
"Seeing you young folks brimming with confidence and exuding national grandeur, it’s truly moving. Perhaps you might not understand, you’ve not gone through my era, in my youth, back then I was in my forties, I recall in 1994, we went to the West for a concert, at that ti our group was looked down by those white folks, thought we ca from Huaxia, and our group was all thin and small, they were tall and mighty, we were just inferior; you haven’t experienced it, you might not get it, the Western world of the nineties, was booming!"
Wu Zongting truly shed tears, "When we returned, the sense of grievance was strong, but helplessly at that, now many years have passed, I still can’t let go."
Xu Lin laughed, "When I get the chance, I will go to the West and redeem the situation."
Xu Lin was brimming with vitality, indifferent towards the Western world.
Thereafter, Xu Lin played ten more tis, refining the score, the complete version then erged.
"Done."
Xu Lin laid down his pen, the final version of the score had been written.
"How about this ending the?"
Pei Danqing asked.
Before Xu Lin could speak, Wu Zongting spoke first, "No worse than the opening the; even if your program’s quality is poor, Xu Lin’s music is enough to make your program morable."
Wu Zongting’s words were not an exaggeration, Xu Lin’s work was blessed, creating the opening and ending music with explosive inspiration.
Could it be poor?
Not possible.
Upon hearing Wu Zongting’s words, Xu Lin didn’t say much, remaining silent when necessary, and when not necessary, he wouldn’t speak, accepting it inherently.
With Wu Zongting’s endorsent, Pei Danqing had nothing to say, Wu Zongting being quite proud is now thoroughly convinced by Xu Lin, what he says is naturally truthful and unfalse.
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