Chapter 114 The charm of words! Wang Bo studies hard
The sky curtain appears first:

Under the candlelight, a little boy with wounds all over his face was writing a letter.

[He thought for a moment, dipped his finger in ink, and wrote the address: In the countryside, for Grandpa.]

……

See this scene of the sky.

The ancients were all a little confused.

Judging from the information Tianmu just gave.

The images that appear now should all be textbooks for later generations.

But what kind of text is this?
"In the countryside? Grandpa collects it?"

There is no writing style at all!
Tang Dynasty.

Wang Bo was originally looking at the sky curtain with great interest, and he really wanted to see how gorgeous the textbooks of later generations would be.

But the first paragraph of the text given by Tianmu.

There is absolutely no trace of literary style, and the language cannot be said to be gorgeous.

It's just pale!
Wang Bo said to himself in confusion: "Could it be that the literature of later generations is so different from that of our Tang Dynasty, or even from the ancient times before the Tang Dynasty?"

Some of Wang Bo's friends had already begun to mock the literature of later generations.

But Wang Bo felt that it was not right to be so careless.

After all, I've only read the first sentence.

Didn't even finish reading a text.

Although the writing style of the text is a bit pale, I still want to take another look at it.

I don't believe that Wang Bo, who was so developed in later generations, had such poor literature.

Continue to look at the sky carefully.

……

On the canopy.

A man in a long robe is looking out the window.

[You are so smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? ]

An old woman, with a flattering smile, squatted next to a seated young man.

[The chrysanthemums in Beihai are in bloom. I'd like you to go see them...]

Several people in military uniforms were sitting on the grass, cooking a pot of soup. Among them, a young soldier was holding a bowl of soup and wanted to pass it to the old soldier.

[Xiao Liang, stop wasting things. I…I can’t do it anymore.]

In the heavy snow.

A group of soldiers surrounded an old soldier who was frozen into an ice sculpture.

The leading officer saluted the ice sculpture veteran with a solemn look.

The ordinary soldiers around them all bowed their heads and shed tears.

[Did you hear that? Guard! Tell the Quartermaster to run over here!]

[He is the Quartermaster General...]

On the long platform, an aging figure walked slowly.

[I'm going to buy some oranges. You stay here and don't move.]

A man wearing a hat and looking determined.

On the other side, a woman closed her eyes and shed tears.

[When I wrote this book, I was still a human being in the world; when you read this book, I have become a ghost in the underworld.]

A boy lowered his head, and his father beside him had a stern look, as if he was saying something.

[Over the years, these two voices I heard in my youth have been intertwined in my ears: "wonderful" and "terrible"...]

In the sunset, a little boy wearing a red scarf is running wildly.

[One day you will grow up, and you will be as old as your grandmother. One day when you have spent all your time, you will be like your grandmother and will never come back.]

A little girl was standing in the yard, covering her face and crying.

【Dad’s flowers have fallen, and I am no longer a child.】

A dark old man was sitting on the steps, smoking a pipe.

[After a long time, my father seemed to ask himself and me: What happened to this man? What happened? My father got old.] A little boy was looking into the distance in a rainy town.

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía would remember the afternoon when his father showed him ice.

……

The sky curtain displayed some sentences from classic Chinese textbooks. These childhood memories gradually awakened and resonated with a large number of viewers.

They wrote down their memories of the text and the parts they did not understand when they were young.

But after growing up, I gradually understood the profound meaning of the text.

"Dear Grandpa Konstantin Makaritch, this was the only Russian name I could remember for a long time."

"When I was a kid, after class, I asked my Chinese teacher if Vanka's grandfather would come to pick him up soon, but the teacher said that his grandfather would not come to pick him up. I didn't know why, and I cried very sadly. "

"It was not until I grew up that I realized that my Chinese textbooks were filled with knives."

《Golden Fishhook!》

《Old Wang, are you okay? 》

"The painting style of the textbooks when I was a child was really classic, simple and beautiful!"

"I am a middle-aged online writer who has written tens of millions of words, but when I saw this elementary school text, I couldn't help but shed tears. "

《Perhaps this is the charm of Chinese? 》

"I heard that many of the classic texts I learned when I was a child have been deleted. Perhaps those bitter texts are no longer suitable for today's era?"

"Time passes so quickly that trying to recall the past has become a luxury."

"Chinese really needs to be learned. When I was in junior high school, I felt that many of the texts were a bit pretentious and artificial, but now I know the power contained in these words."

The audience on the stage recalled their memories of the text.

And new insights into these texts as I grow older.

And the original text was continuously sent out, causing this video to be very, very long.

But the ancients watched carefully.

Especially the ancient people who were interested in literature would not dare to miss any details.

My eyes are sore from looking at the sky, and I have to look at the sky carefully.

The pen is dancing wildly in Wang Bo's hand!

I kept extracting sentences that appeared on the sky curtain.

Piece them together bit by bit.

I actually managed to piece together several almost complete Chinese texts.

It also includes some texts that are not very complete but whose main framework can still be seen.

At this point the sky screen video ends.

Wang Bo looked at the text he had excerpted, reading it aloud and appreciating it repeatedly.

The more I read, the more interesting it becomes!
From the very beginning, he questioned the literature of later generations.

Up to now, I have gradually realized the true meaning of later literature.

After a long time,

Wang Bo, whose arms were sore and sore from copying texts, slowly sat down.

He said somewhat unbelievably:
"At first I thought that the expression of later literature was different from that of the Tang Dynasty. But what is certain is that the rhetoric of later literature is far inferior to that of the Tang Dynasty."

"But now I know that I was wrong."

"Simple words can actually bring out the most powerful force."

"I dare not conclude which is better, the literature of the Tang Dynasty or that of later generations."

“But the literature of later generations does have its own unique charm.”

"I hope Tianmu can show me more literature from later generations so that I can learn more."

……

A new day, a new sky video appears again!
As soon as the video started playing, there was a loud noise.

It was a thunderous opening.

Attracted everyone's attention.

【30k chaos in Chang'an! 】

(End of this chapter)