"Wandering in the Qinhuai River".
The author was Du Mu.
This poem was written by Du Mu, a poet from Zhang Ye's previous world. The first half described the night scene of the Qinhuai River, while the second half expressed his emotions. It satirized those rulers who did not learn from their mistakes and led a befuddled life. It showed the author's deep concern for the fate of the country. Speaking of which, this was also a very famous seven-character poem in Zhang Ye's previous world. Using it to win the second round of the calligraphy competition was a waste of talent.
It was good that he won.
Anyway, these poems would be kept.
Zhang Ye went back to sit down and rest. He drank some water and found it boring. After writing two words, he could not help but feel like drinking some alcohol. His gaze landed on the few bottles of white wine on the tea table. In ancient times, people emphasized on writing poems while drinking. The Calligraphy Association's annual meeting naturally did not lack such things. Many calligraphers were old drunkards, so they could not do without alcohol. Zhang Ye did not stand on ceremony and opened a bottle and poured himself a cup.
"Drinking?" Wu Zeqing asked.
Zhang Ye said, "Yes, a little."
Wu Zeqing smiled, "Thankfully you reacted quickly just now."
Zhang Ye whispered, "Who asked those people to not be particular." As he said that, he brought the wine cup to his lips and took a sip. The spicy taste went down his throat and into his stomach.
Good wine!
How comfortable!
He had a look of enjoyment on his face.
Everyone was particular when they wrote calligraphy. For example, some people liked to write after waking up, some liked to write after bathing and changing clothes, some liked to write in the middle of the night. Everyone had their own preferences and habits. Naturally, there were also people who liked to write after drinking. These external objects or habits before writing were mostly to help people enter their best state.
Wu Zeqing drank her tea, "Drink less. Hur Hur, I'm counting on you in a while."
"Sure." Zhang Ye was still drinking. "I know my alcohol tolerance. Don't worry, I definitely won't drink too much."
After two rounds, Master Zhou considered that Wu Zeqing's team only had two people, so he let them rest for a while. He was not in a hurry to start the next round.
"Teacher." One of Master Zhou's disciples glanced at Zhang Ye in amazement. He could not help but ask, "Which master's nephew or disciple is this?"
Master Zhou shook his head, "A master's disciple? With his ability to compose poems on the spot and his profound calligraphy skills, he can be called a master himself. "
The disciple was stunned. "Your evaluation is so high?"
Master Zhou could not help but laugh, "It's not that my evaluation is high, it's that you don't have the ability to appreciate it. It's a pity that these two poems were born in modern times. If they were placed in ancient times, in the environment of that time, with the support of some allusions and historical background, if they were written by historical figures of that time, I believe that these two poems would definitely be immortalized for generations to come. It's a pity that the soil of the modern literary environment doesn't give ancient poems too much space to survive. Otherwise, hehe."
The other team was there.
Master Wei did not speak and closed his eyes to rest.
The others began to come up with a plan.
"We've let them win two rounds. Not good, not good."
"Elder Wei's birthday, we have to get the calligraphy that the old man wants."
"There's a hidden character on the other side. Does anyone have any countermeasures?"
"Hehe, is there a need for a countermeasure? It's just a coincidence. We have so many calligraphers, how can we lose to a young boy? "
"Old Li, don't be complacent. Old Feng and Old Wang have already lost. You can't underestimate your opponent."
"I wonder what the next topic will be. That young man's attainments in ancient poems are extremely high. Only Master Wei can compete with him. However, he might not be good at writing lyrics. No matter how good a person is, he can't be good at everything. There will always be shortcomings."
Everyone discussed for a long time. Actually, if it was just a competition of calligraphy, many of these calligraphers would not be a match for the youth in shades. The youth's calligraphy was very good, but it was not at the peak of perfection. Compared to many calligraphers, he was still lacking a little. This bunch of people had been writing for their entire lives, so they naturally would not lose in this aspect. But the problem now was that the other party's ancient poems were too superb. It was relevant to the topic and had an artistic conception. Even if his calligraphy was not perfect, he still had an advantage in the artistic conception of the ancient poem. This was what they were having a headache over!
After a while.
Master Zhou spoke, "Alright, let's begin the third round."
Master Wei drew lots — Lychee.
Wu Zeqing also drew one — Seven Character Quatrains.
Everyone stared at him. Another ancient poem? Seven characters?
Master Zhou announced, "The third round's topic requires a seven character quatrain. The poem must have the word lychee in it. Alright, everyone, begin choosing your answers. The time starts now!"
Just as he finished speaking, someone from Master Wei's team volunteered. "Old Master Wei, let me do this round. I've been watching all day. My hands are itching."
"Alright." Master Wei smiled.
This was Dean Yang. He was in his forties and was one of the people in charge of the Calligraphy Association.
Dean Yang went over and began writing. It was as if he was trying to seize the initiative.
Some of the calligraphers laughed. This round was finally in the bag. Although Dean Yang's calligraphy skills were similar to the youth in shades, and could be considered to be on par, the ancient poem this time was different. Lychee? Seven characters? In the previous dynasty, there was a very famous poem about lychee. It had never been in the language textbooks, but it was something that many people who studied literature knew about! That youth's ancient poems were very good? But no matter how good he was, it couldn't be compared to this famous poem, right? Previously, due to the limitations of the topic, the first two calligraphers were unable to express their usual standards. They were unable to write the mood and poem that they wanted to write. Now that they had finally encountered a good topic, it was their turn to express themselves freely. Of course, they were very confident!
Wu Zeqing had already guessed which poem Dean Yang was going to write, "Who's next?"
"… I'll go." Zhang Ye had just drunk some alcohol, so his head was swimming. He felt that he was in a good condition.
"Alright." Wu Zeqing reminded him, "Remember not to write 'Praise on the Branches'. The other person will definitely write this. Even if you go up, you won't be able to write as fast as Dean Yang."
Zhang Ye blinked, "What's' Praise on the Branches'?"
Wu Zeqing, "… Alright, pretend I didn't say anything."
The people beside her nearly fainted when they heard this. You have never heard of such a famous seven character poem? You even dabble in calligraphy? The first two poems of yours were written blindly, right!?
Some people felt that this youth in shades was just pretending. It was impossible for him not to know this poem. There were not many ancient poems about lychees in history. This thing was not like plum blossoms or orchids, which were written daily. Lychees were more unpopular, and this "Praise on the Branches" was not entirely about lychees. It also wrote about other things, such as love.
But what they did not understand was that this fellow, Zhang Ye, really did not know what "Praise on the Branches" was. The world had long changed. Zhang Ye was not nurtured by this world's education, so of course he knew nothing.
Dean Yang was done writing.
When Master Zhou saw it, he nodded slightly. It was very well written. Old Yang did well today. Every stroke was just right. He had expressed the poem quite well. Hur Hur, Old Wei's side could finally win this round?
Then, Zhang Ye also began writing!
Master Zhou looked over with great interest.
The moment he began writing, the entire venue fell silent!
"Eh?"
"This word …"
Zhang Ye switched to Wang Xizhi's running-script again. Previously, it was his first time writing, so he was still a little unfamiliar with it. His strokes were a little weak, but this time, he was able to bring out the full potential of the hundred plus Calligraphy Skill Books. His calligraphy skills were even more outstanding!
Looking back at Chang 'an, embroidery piled up, the mountain peak's thousand doors opened.
Riding on the red dust, the imperial concubine smiles, no one knows that lychees have come.
It was Du Mu again!
— "Passing Huaqing Palace"!
As a judge, Master Zhou should not have said anything, but after seeing Zhang Ye's poem, he could not help but say, "What a good 'riding on the red dust, the imperial concubine smiles, no one knows that lychees have come'!"
The others were also stunned!
"What poem?"
"Holy sh * t! Why haven't I heard of it before? "
"Another impromptu creation? What kind of f * * king literary talent is this! "
"Who won this time? And I don't know if it's my imagination, but why do I feel that this youth's words have become more exquisite? Could it be that he did not use his full strength in the running-script of the first poem? Was it casually written? Only now did he show his true colors? "
"It must be!"
"We've all made a mistake!"
"Now he's a little more serious?"
Everyone was now concerned about the outcome of this competition.
Master Zhou laughed and did not even look at Director Yang's words. Instead, he stared at Zhang Ye's "Passing Huaqing Palace" with great fondness. Finally, he said loudly, "In terms of calligraphy skills, Old Yang has lost by a little. In terms of the ancient poem's artistic conception and calligraphy's artistic conception, Old Yang … has lost by a little. Maybe I'm not an authority, and this only represents my personal opinion. I believe that 'Passing Huaqing Palace' is a level higher than 'Praise on the Branches'! Riding on the red dust, the imperial concubine smiles, no one knows that lychees have come. This poem deserves praise! "
He had won again!
He had won three rounds in a row!
Behind him, a disciple of Director Yang said unhappily, "'Praise on the Branches' is a famous piece. 'Passing Huaqing Palace'? It's just a casual creation. "
Master Zhou asserted, "Maybe in a few decades, or a few centuries, 'Passing Huaqing Palace' might become a famous piece. We can't deny its literary value just because it is not dated. What do you think?"
"Elder Zhou is right."
"That's right. The last sentence is the finishing touch!"
"No one knows that lychees have come? It's indeed good! "
The people in Master Wei's team, who had been giving suggestions, were all rendered speechless. They thought that the youth would not be able to do it if the topic was too broad. They thought that even if he were to create something on the spot, it would be impossible for it to be better than the crystallization of the ancient people's wisdom, right? But they never expected him to really f * * king write a seven-character poem on the spot that could be compared to the ancient people's wisdom! It even surpassed it!
Many of the family members and women on the second floor of the restaurant were excited by the intense battle below. All of them came downstairs to watch the show.
More and more people were dying of curiosity!
Who was this youth that suddenly appeared!?
Su Na was truly happy for Zhang Ye. She was also overjoyed. She cheered for Zhang Ye a few times as if she wished for the world to be in chaos. Teacher Zhang was indeed Teacher Zhang! An amateur against dozens of calligraphers? He even had the upper hand! This result made many people's jaws drop!
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