Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 556 I also have a sentence

Since Lin Ai asked for his opinion face to face, Zhang Zhong couldn't answer, so he said with a smile, "Mr. Lin's poems are well-regulated and meaningful, and they are rare masterpieces."

"Mr. Zhang's reputation is too high. If you haven't seen your "To Liquor Shop", you can still look at the sky from a well and brag about it. But since I have seen it, then I am playing tricks."

This is a bit wrong. If you really feel that the class is playing tricks, why bother to write it out for everyone to see, and let Zhang Zhong comment on it.

Zhang Zhong waved his hand and said, "Mr. Lin is humble."

"Mr. Zhang recently has a good work, and write it out for everyone to study?"

"No." Zhang Zhong said simply.

Lin Ai was a little surprised by Zhang Zhong's straightforwardness. He originally thought that Zhang Zhong was young and vigorous, so he should not be able to withstand the excitement.

He was about to say something more, but he heard Zhang Zhong say again: "Not recently, but I got one sentence when I came to Yanjing earlier, but there is only one sentence in this poem until today, so I haven't shown it to others."

Yu Dongyu booed from the side, "This is called a flash of light. I think Zhang Zhong, why don't you write this poem and let the big guys see it. Isn't Mr. Lin here? Ask him to give it to the staff, maybe it can help you." Add a few more sentences."

This proposal aroused Wang Menglai's interest, "Zhang Zhong, don't hide it, write it out for us to see, these people are all here, maybe they can give you some reference opinions. It's also very interesting to discuss and discuss together. .”

Zhang nodded, "Then I'll write it down for everyone to see."

But he felt in his heart that there was no possibility of Lin Ai making up the poem for him.

And although he said one sentence, he actually wrote four sentences.

It's just that these four sentences are not like a poem at first glance.

The pen Zhang Zhong used by Lin Ai was useless, so he changed to a pen with a longer tip.

After adjusting the ink, Zhang Zhong took a long breath, and then picked up the pen to write:

The ancients are not seen before, and the comers are not seen later.

Reading the leisure of the world, but sullenly.

It was written in wild cursive, and it was done in one go.

When Lin Ai was writing just now, because he was not familiar with the paper and the ink was not adjusted properly, the ink was slightly blurred after writing.

This time, Zhang Zhong wrote again with Zhong Changfeng's pen, so Wang Kewang took a piece of paper, ready to absorb ink for Zhang Zhong's words at any time, but before he could react, Zhang Chong had already finished writing.

And there is no ink bleeding after writing, because Zhang Zhong's ink is adjusted just right.

Although Zhang Zhong finished writing, but this word...

All of you here are literati, but not every literati can study calligraphy.

Yu Dongyu and Liu Yuan looked at the crazy grass, a little helpless.

However, it was not difficult for Wang Menglai to recognize this word.

Many people think that cursive script is written cursively and casually, but this is not the case.

Perhaps with the development of the times, some ugly scripts are unique and difficult to recognize by others, but in the past, cursive script also had its own rules, otherwise, it is just cursive, and others may not recognize it.

Wang Meng read softly, "I don't see the ancients in the past, and I don't see the comers in the future. I think about the long distance of the world, and I feel sad and weep."

After he read it, everyone felt that although it was catchy, it was quite ordinary.

Wang Meng also felt that these few sentences were a bit plain at first, but on the contrary, this character has the appearance of a dragon, but it is independent of the world, and it is a rare good character.

But after reading it a few times in my heart, I feel that these few sentences have unusual magic power.

Not seeing the ancients in the past and seeing the comers in the back is like a soft whisper, but one before, one behind, one ancient, one comer, all of a sudden pull people into the long river of time.

Read the next two sentences again.

Reading the leisure of the world, but sullenly.

A feeling of desolation suddenly arises spontaneously, as if in the long river of time, looking around at a loss.

The eye of poetry is the word "independence".

Wang Meng's eyes suddenly felt a little bit dry. As a person who has lived for more than 100 years, his understanding and understanding of time is beyond the reach of ordinary people. After silently reading these lines of poems several times, he thought of himself and felt a lot.

The reason why Zhang Chong wrote this "Taiwan Song of Dengyouzhou" is because this poem was written by Chen Ziang in the capital, which can be regarded as suitable for the occasion. Law, self-contained.

None of you here are ordinary people. Although you can't feel the poetic feeling when you read it for the first time, it will be completely different after reading it a few times.

Yu Dongyu praised, "This poem is good."

Zhuang Yu also nodded and said, "It's really good."

Liu Yuan didn't say yes, but looked at Lin Ai and said, "I wonder if Mr. Lin can help complete this poem?"

Lin Ai originally wanted to test Zhang Zhong. Now that he saw such a good poem, he somewhat changed his opinion of Zhang Zhong. Embarrassed.

Wang Meng helped out and said, "Zhang Chong, you are not authentic. This is obviously a completed poem, so why say there is only one sentence."

"I was wrong." Zhang Zhong laughed.

"This poem..." Wang Meng was about to speak when he suddenly saw Liu Yuan rolling up paper on the table.

"Liu Yuan, what are you doing?"

The stolen words were discovered, and Liu Yuan said without changing his face, "This table is messed up, I will help you clean it up."

Wang Yi next to him broke the stage and said, "This table is not messy at all, and you take it away as soon as you take it away. Why do you take away Zhang Zhong's poems?"

"Isn't this going to be collected from top to bottom?" Liu Yuan quibbled.

Wang Meng smiled and said, "The words and poems belong to Zhang Chong, and I can't take them by force. How about this, Zhang Chong, who are you telling them to?"

This question is easy to answer, Zhang Zhong said, "This ink, paper and inkstone all belong to Mr. Wang's family, so the writing will naturally be handled by Mr. Wang."

"Haha, then I won't be polite. In this way, Ke Wang, you have been asking me for words before? Take Zhang Zhong's words back, so I can frame them."

Wang Kewang immediately smiled, "Thank you, old man."

Liu Yuan still didn't give up, and said to Wang Kewang, "I know a good framer, why don't I help you frame it?"

How could Wang Kewang not know what Liu Yuan was thinking, and said with a flick of his hand, "Go, go."

The matter of writing poetry came to an end, and Wang Kewang became the final winner.

Lin Ai was actually a little itchy, but it might not be his turn to take this picture no matter how many times present.

When Wang Kewang put away Zhang Zhong's words, Lin Ai looked at the poem of his own on the table and felt extremely ashamed. Speaking of it, he was still a villain with the heart of a gentleman.

Taking Lin Ai's face into consideration, Wang Meng said, "I have given Zhang Chong's poem to Ke, so I will keep Lin Ai's poem for myself. Lin Ai, do you have any objections?"

"It's a great honor." Where did Lin Ai have any objections, it was too late for him to thank Wang Meng for helping him.

(End of this chapter)