Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 303 Bottleneck
"What a rooster, the world is white! This originally mediocre painting is able to shine because of your sentence."

Someone applauds.

Hearing the voice from behind, Zhang Zhong thought it was funny, this man said in such a big tone that such a painting is a mediocre one.

When he turned his head to look, he was stunned, he knew the person who spoke.

In fact, it is not acquaintance, but there was a relationship in Jiangyang before.

"Dean He?" Zhang Zhong asked in surprise.

He Ruchu was also a little surprised when he heard the young man in front of him call out himself, "We know each other?"

Zhang Chong said with a smile, "I was lucky enough to meet him in Jiangyang before. Dean He is busy with his affairs, so he doesn't remember me."

He Ruchu looked Zhang Zhong up and down, then looked at Hu Huifang and the others behind him, and when he saw Pengpeng, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, I remembered, the impression this kid's painting left on me It's quite deep. Are you traveling to Yanjing?"

"Well, I heard that there is an art exhibition here, so I stopped by to have a look."

He Ruchu nodded, and said again: "The sentence you said just now, 'The rooster crows and the world is white' should belong to you."

The reason why he said this is because he has been painting roosters for so many years, and he has read countless poems about roosters, but he has never read this sentence.

If this existed before, it is impossible for him not to have heard such an imposing line of poetry.

"I just feel it."

Zhang Chong didn't say that he wrote this poem directly, but He Ruchu heard it as an affirmative answer.

He Ruchu clapped his hands and said, "I didn't expect Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in this bustling commercial building."

"Dean He is too famous." Zhang Zhong said modestly.

"I have an unkind request."

"Dean He said it's okay."

"I want to inscribe the poem you just said on this humble painting. Don't worry, I will definitely write your name on the back of the inscription, and I will pay a certain fee." He Ruchu said.

"Forget about the cost. If Dean He wants to use it, just use it." Zhang Chong laughed.

He Ruchu waved his hand and said, "You don't have to feel embarrassed, I use your things to pay the fee, it's a matter of course."

Zhang Chong thought for a while and said, "In this case, I will not refuse. If Dean He wants to use it, just pay me one yuan of Huaxia coins."

He Ruchu was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing, "Okay, okay, one yuan is one yuan, and I will pay you now."

After speaking, he really took out a one-yuan coin from his pocket.

Zhang Zhong took the one yuan and said with a smile, "Chenghui."

"Wait a minute, I'm going to ask for a pen and paper, and write this postscript now."

The old man was in a hurry, so he talked to Zhang Zhong and the others, and then walked to the side to find the staff.

After a while, a staff member moved a square table, took out the painting, and then fixed the Four Treasures of the Study.

He Ruchu dipped the ink, and before he was about to write, he asked, "I don't know your name?"

"Zhang Chong, the bow is long and heavy," Zhang Chong replied.

He Ruchu's hand holding the pen paused, then stared at Zhang Zhong for a while.

Finally, he handed the brush to Zhang Zhong, "Since it is your postscript, it should be written by you."

He Ruchu was very surprised when he heard the name Zhang Zhong, but he only saw Zhang Zhong's appearance once in the newspapers, and his impression was vague at first, and the man in front of him was still wearing sunglasses, so he couldn't be sure if it was true That tension.

So he made a decision to give the brush to the young man.

If the person in front of him is really Zhang Zhong, there is a high probability that he will take the brush.And if the other party is just an ordinary person, they will definitely refuse under normal circumstances.

Zhang Chong smiled, and went up to take the brush, without any need to say anything, he just swiped the brush and wrote in the blank space:
A glass of wine is scattered and late, and the host offers the guest a long life.

The master's father was unable to return from his journey to the west, and the family members broke the willows in front of the door.

I heard that Ma Zhou was a Xinfeng guest in the past, and no one knew him from time to time.

Kong will put two lines of writing on the paper, directly offending Longyan to ask for grace.

I am fascinated and can't be recruited, the rooster screams and the world is white.

Young people's minds should be clouded, who would like to sit and cry in the cold.

Zhang Zhong
Inscribed on the day of Jiashen month Yiwei in the year of Gengzi

This article was written in cursive, and He Ruchu's eyes lit up when he saw it.

He is a master of traditional Chinese painting, and he has some insights into calligraphy, but the character in front of him is like a dragon flying, like a phoenix dancing, with the surge of flowing water and the strength of a strong wind.

The most important thing is that this poem is mainly lyrical as a whole, but it flexibly uses the subject-object dialogue method, citing scriptures, but it belongs to the guest and the host.

He had read Zhang Zhong's modern poems, but he didn't expect him to have such accomplishments in ancient poems.

His poem is different from those "so-called poets" who rely on patchwork of words and sentences. The whole poem seems random, but every sentence is not redundant.

A good poet speaks like he writes poetry.After the words are finished, the poem is also made.

In other words, when the poem is finished, the words are clear.

He must be Zhang Zhong!
He Ruchu felt that "Zhang Zhong" was a natural answer, because only people like Zhang Zhong could have such talent.

But such a reasonable answer is extremely surprising.

How far can a person's talent reach?How on earth did he achieve such versatility and be at the peak of every aspect?
After reading this poem and looking at the rooster next to him, He Ruchu even had a feeling that his own rooster was not worthy of this poem.

He has been painting "rooster" for more than [-] years. Looking around the world, there is no one who can surpass him in painting "chicken".

Although there are only a few strokes in the picture of the rooster singing white in front of me, there are tens of thousands of drafts behind it.

There is a room in He Ruchu's home, and there are a lot of waste manuscripts, which are drawn by him over the years.

It is said that one minute on stage is ten years off stage.

It is unimaginable for ordinary people to spend the time and energy that He Ruchu spent on these few words.

But even so, he still feels that his rooster needs to bow his head in front of this poem.

At that moment, something seemed to break in He Ruchu's heart.It was like a thin film that he had never noticed, but at this moment, it suddenly appeared and then burst.

When the membrane was broken, He Ruchu's mind became clear again, and when he looked at the rooster in front of him again, he became more enlightened.

This discovery made He Ruchu very shocked.

He didn't expect that he would suddenly break through the bottleneck.

And this bottleneck, even he himself hadn't noticed it before.

Yes, the perceived bottleneck is because I have seen a world that I have never reached.

If the fish have never even jumped out of the water, how do they know that there is a layer of water on their heads?
(End of this chapter)