A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

The song has reached its final chorus.

"I write this preface, unrelated to romance, awaiting your reply."

……

Regardless of romance, I'll write this preface and wait for your reply.

Handwritten words are without shame or fear of human right and wrong.

The rain pattered on the banana leaves for several more nights.

I'm waiting for the spring thunder to remind you who you love.

……

Su Fan's voice became even more affectionate and firm here.

This brought the song's emotions to a final climax.

That familiar opening line rang out again, and with each repetition, it deepened the memory and added a lingering, unforgettable aftertaste to the tender feelings.

The following line, "unafraid of worldly right and wrong," perfectly echoes the social barriers, worldly perspectives, and the capriciousness of fate mentioned earlier in the story.

Regardless of external criticism.

No matter how difficult the road ahead may be.

His feelings for that person, however, never changed.

This open and honest conscience, every stroke of the pen, is a true expression of sincerity.

This makes the steadfastness of that love all the more profound.

A scholar's love is not based on vows of eternal love.

And in those four words, "I have no regrets in writing this."

The final two lines elevate the song's overall mood once again.

Rain pattering on banana leaves has always been a symbol of sorrow in traditional poetry.

Su Fan used this imagery to perfectly highlight the oppressive and lonely atmosphere of this relationship, much like a rainy night.

Even though they were separated by vast distances and could never meet again, he still waited patiently.

Waiting for the first clap of thunder in spring to penetrate the deep chambers of her room and remind that person of their past.

The word "wait" perfectly encapsulates his deep affection.

A clap of thunder in spring carries with it all hope and anticipation.

That subtle yet profound waiting.

That deep affection, even though hopeless, that one still refuses to let go.

Following this final melody, it slowly dissipates.

It lingered in the hearts of every listener.

It lingered for a long time, refusing to dissipate.

The song ended, but its lingering charm remained.

Yang Chunsheng sat there for a long time, unable to come to his senses.

He had immersed himself in traditional arts his whole life, but at this moment, he was completely captivated by this song, just like a novice.

Yang Chunsheng let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes filled with satisfaction and solemnity.

He knew that this song, along with the deep affection it carried for traditional culture, was destined to reach every household.

And the art of calligraphy, which has been neglected for too long, will eventually be revitalized through this melodious tune.

After a long while, Yang Chunsheng slowly came to his senses. He opened Weibo and wrote down his feelings.

"The composition and structure of the entire work can be described as ingenious. It starts with the interlude of the story and then gradually unfolds the whole picture, dissecting the motivation of the emotions layer by layer. It seamlessly integrates a series of calligraphic terms such as calligraphy copying, preface to the copy, and handwriting into this lingering emotion."

"In addition, the creation of that artistic conception—the moonlit night, the sunset, the spring thunder, the rain pattering on the banana leaves, the bluestone streets, and the wild geese flying south—all exude a poetic and beautiful sense of immersion, making people unconsciously become intoxicated by it."

"The exquisite use of techniques such as personification, metaphor, contrast, and repetition makes the whole work interconnected and progressive. From the text to the music to the core of the story, it is a masterpiece that every creator should listen to and ponder repeatedly."

"To be able to express the beauty of calligraphy to this extent is truly remarkable. It is my honor to hear such a work."

As soon as this Weibo post was published, it instantly attracted a great deal of attention, thanks to Yang Chunsheng's status and influence as president of the Calligraphy Association.

Suddenly, the popularity of the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion" and Su Fan's status as a calligraphy master soared again.

In the comments section, netizens from various circles gave their opinions.

"From a calligraphy perspective, the most wonderful thing about this song is that it naturally integrates professional concepts such as copying, tracing, and handwriting into the lyrics without feeling awkward at all. It also makes us understand that calligraphy is not a cold, impersonal technique, but something with warmth and emotion, which is the true soul of calligraphy!"

"From a purely musical production standpoint, the arrangement of this song is textbook-worthy. The verses are melodious and narrative, the chorus is emotionally explosive, and the insertion of the opera-style vocals in the middle is a stroke of genius, pushing the oriental charm to its peak. It builds up layer by layer without any dragging, and has a powerful aftertaste!"

"Having been involved in the traditional Chinese style scene for over a decade, I can say that this is the pinnacle of Chinese style. The imagery is dense yet not cluttered: bluestone slabs, rain-soaked banana leaves, wild geese flying south... each one precisely hits our aesthetic chords. This is what true Chinese style is all about!"

"What I admire most about this song is its use of space. It never tells the whole story, but only outlines it with imagery, leaving the rest for you to imagine. The love between a poor scholar and a rich young lady, separated by social class and the vicissitudes of fate—in just a few lines, a poignant story leaps off the page!"

"I'm not involved in any particular industry; I just genuinely think it sounds good. As I listen, images start to appear in my mind's eye. That's probably the magic of good music—you don't need to know much about it; it can move you on its own!"

……

Grandpa Lin also listened to the song.

To be honest, he was quite surprised.

He knew Su Fan could write songs, but he never expected that Su Fan would be able to write a song of such high quality this time.

It's like you casually bought a scratch-off lottery ticket, thinking you'd win five or ten dollars for good luck, but then you scratched off the silver paint and won the grand prize.

That unexpected joy left Grandpa Lin stunned for quite a while.

His original plan was simply to use Su Fan's fame and those two calligraphy works to revitalize the increasingly quiet calligraphy circle and create some momentum.

Even when he learned that Su Fan had written a song, he wasn't that excited.

After all, what kind of calligraphy can someone who works in pop music write?

If it's just to fit the occasion and make up the numbers, that's already pretty good.

But who would have thought that Su Fan's performance would be such a wonderful song, blending calligraphy, ancient style, opera and deep emotion into one.

The lyrics are elegant, the melody is beautiful, and the artistic conception is profound and lingering.

Forget about generating buzz, the song itself alone is enough to leave a lasting mark on the music scene.

Grandpa Lin held the phone, listening to the recording over and over again. The more he listened, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but murmur in admiration, "Truly... a hidden talent!"

The next day was the weekend, and around lunchtime, Grandpa Lin knocked on Su Fan's door.

"Let's go eat, my treat?"

"Uncle Lin, what good news is there that's so good that it's worth the expense for you?"

"You brat, I listened to the song."

"How was it, Uncle Lin? Did I fulfill my inescapable responsibility fairly well?"

"It's more than just okay, it's like a heifer visiting its relatives—absolutely amazing! So, this meal is on me!"

"That's great, then I won't stand on ceremony."