The brush landed.
The words were completed.
The first line of the poem came out, so they couldn't tell much from it yet. The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was Zhang Ye's words. When they saw Zhang Ye's seemingly loose yet elegant brush strokes, many of the young female teachers who were watching the commotion gasped. A few of the teachers and professors who really knew calligraphy were also stunned. They hurried over to take a closer look and were stunned again!
"These words …"
"This calligraphy is too brilliant!"
"A typical amateur calligraphy enthusiast wouldn't be able to write words like this!"
"Is this running-script? Why haven't I seen this style of running-script before? It feels a little similar to the standard semi-cursive, yet different at the same time. "
"The words are so beautiful!"
"I never expected that Zhang Ye could write such good calligraphy!"
"This is also the first time I've realized that Teacher Zhang's calligraphy has reached such a high level!"
Everyone was stunned by what they saw.
Liao Qi raised his eyebrows and was also quite surprised.
Several of the Tsinghua University teachers looked at each other.
Only Su Na's expression did not change. Previously, the Calligraphy Association had organized a dinner party for its anniversary, and they had invited a calligraphy master and Wu Zeqing to celebrate their birthdays. Su Na and many other members of the Calligraphy Association had already witnessed Zhang Ye's calligraphy skills. Su Na felt that Zhang Ye's best calligraphy was "Ode of Mulan." All of Zhang Ye's semi-cursive's characteristics and style were vividly displayed in that piece of calligraphy. Most people wouldn't be able to write like Zhang Ye even if they copied the steps, much less write like that. This kind of semi-cursive could be said to be unique to Zhang Ye, and no one could imitate it for the time being!
The people of this world naturally did not know that Zhang Ye's handwriting was actually imitating the handwriting of the famous Calligraphy Sage Wang Xizhi from his previous world. Although Zhang Ye had not eaten enough of the Calligraphy Skill Experience Books and was probably still lacking in terms of proficiency, even if he only had 10% to 20% of Wang Xizhi's handwriting, it would still be enough to shock the people of this world. The title of Calligraphy Sage was not just for show. It was not a title given by Wang Xizhi himself, but an affirmation given by history!
"Awesome!"
"This calligraphy is so pleasing to the eye!"
"If it were a competition of calligraphy, Professor Liao would lose completely."
"Yeah, but the topic this time is still poetry."
A lot of people were full of praise. After being amazed by Zhang Ye's calligraphy, everyone slowly began to pay attention to Zhang Ye's poem. They wanted to see how Zhang Ye would perform on a topic like "husband and wife" that he was not good at.
Susanna squeezed in.
Dean Pan leaned forward.
The poem was as follows:
The Husband Remembers His Wife
His withered eyes gazed at the distant mountains and rivers.
How many times have we seen each other?
An empty pot fears a cup of wine.
It is difficult to write a harmonious poem.
Being lost prevents one from parting for a long time.
The message came too late.
The lonely night watch was lonely and desolate.
Husband thinks of wife, father thinks of son.
After he finished writing, Zhang Ye even left a signature for himself.
After a final confirmation, Zhang Ye nodded his head in satisfaction. He put down his brush and squeezed his way out of the crowd. He returned to the oven to eat. This time, he was eating grilled shiitake mushrooms.
The people who were left behind cheered!
"Good poem!"
"The whole poem revolves around the word 'memory'. The husband's longing and affection for his wife are described in such a desolate and beautiful way!
"Awesome!"
"I thought that Teacher Liao's poems had already reached the pinnacle, but who could have known that Teacher Zhang is still Teacher Zhang! He lives up to his reputation! It's not any worse than Teacher Liao's poems! Besides, you must know that Zhang Ye is not married yet. The topic of 'husband and wife' is not his area of expertise, so if you consider this point and the fact that it was an improvisation, it speaks even more about Zhang Ye's skill! "
"Professor Zhang is still as talented as ever."
"Well written!"
"This poem is just like his calligraphy. It's really amazing!"
"Teacher Zhang, beautifully done!"
"Haha!"
Dean Pan nodded heavily, feeling that it was quite good.
Su Na gave Zhang Ye a big thumbs up from afar.
Most of the people from the female teachers' team also laughed and praised him. Indeed, Zhang Ye did not disappoint them. He did not drop the ball at the crucial moment!
A female teacher laughed and said, "We won the last round, didn't we?"
The Chinese Literature team's Ma Qi frowned and said, "Why did you guys win? Teacher Liao's work is also very good. At least in terms of words, I feel that Teacher Liao's choice of words is more exquisite. "
A male teacher from Tsinghua University nodded and said with a smile, "I also feel that Teacher Liao's poem is better and more beautiful."
Su Na disagreed. "It's definitely Teacher Zhang's poem that's better. There's no need to ask!"
A female professor looked at the male teachers' team and said, "Whoa, are you guys sore losers?"
"What do you mean sore losers? Teacher Liao's work was quite good in the first place, so it's really hard to tell who won and who lost. After all, there's no such thing as superiority or inferiority in art. Everyone has their own opinions, "someone from the male teachers' team said.
One of the more experienced old professors commented, "That's true. I think both poems have their own merits and merits. If you insist on saying which one is better than the other, there's no way to say so. Why don't we leave it to the judges? Let's see the three judges vote. Whichever poem has the most votes will be the winner."
"Sure!"
"Let's leave it to the judges."
"Agreed."
"Zhang Ye will definitely win."
"Teacher Liao will definitely win!"
Everyone looked at the three judges and waited for the results.
Liao Qi was also very concerned about the results, but he still maintained a casual expression on his face.
But compared to Liao Qi and the other Tsinghua University teachers, Zhang Ye did not care as much. After he finished writing the poem and completed the mission, he could just wash his hands of it and go back to eating and drinking.
At this moment, the first young judge said, "In my opinion, Teacher Zhang's' Husband Thinks of Wife 'is better. In comparison, I prefer the mood of this poem more."
The female teachers' team immediately laughed.
"That's right!"
"Well said!"
In the end, it was the next judge who spoke. Li Rui said, "I don't quite agree. The mood of both poems is about the same and both are very good. But in comparison, it's clear that Teacher Liao's poem is more on point and has a clearer theme. The topic we set earlier was' husband and wife, 'and Teacher Liao's poem has expressed this point to the greatest extent. There's a husband, a wife, and love. But Teacher Zhang's poem is more about the husband's mentality and only expresses one aspect of' husband and wife. 'This poem is definitely a good one, but in terms of this topic, Teacher Liao has definitely won."
When many people heard this, they also felt that it made sense.
"That's true."
"Yeah, Teacher Liao's poem is still more complete."
"Yeah, let's not talk about Teacher Liao's other poems, but this one today is really not bad."
Li Rui cast her vote for Liao Qi.
Zhang Ye and Liao Qi were now tied at 1-1, so it all depended on the last judge.
The last judge was an old professor. He walked over and had a closer look at Zhang Ye's and Liao Qi's poems that had been hung up. After a while, he turned around with a wry smile and said, "I can't really tell who's better. Both of them look very good, so why don't we call it a tie? I'll forfeit my vote."
"A tie?"
"Fuck!"
"Then who's considered to have won?"
"It means that no one has won and no one has lost."
"Then do we have to play another round?"
"If it's a tie, so be it."
"Hai, we were so close. Heehee, I was still waiting for the male teachers' team to square dance together!"
The result was a draw. Many people could accept this result. After all, it was just a game. As long as they were not judged to have lost and were not punished, it was fine.
Liao Qi did not have any objections either. To be able to fight Zhang Ye to a draw in a poetry contest was something he could totally accept. At this moment, he and a few of the Tsinghua University teachers were also looking down on Zhang Ye. Indeed, it was just as Liao Qi and a few others had thought. Zhang Ye was not as godly as the rumors made him out to be. If they had to describe him, they could only say that Zhang Ye was a very outstanding literary worker. A master? He couldn't be considered one! Liao Qi's poem was on par with his, so how could Zhang Ye call himself a master? It was only at this level!
Ma Qi flattered, "I see that Teacher Liao's realm has increased by leaps and bounds again. Are you going to walk this path in the future?"
Liao Qi shook his hand with a smile and said, "Me? It's better for me to focus on teaching my books. Writing poems and lyrics is just a hobby of mine, not my main profession."
Li Rui also smiled and said, "How can you write so well about your hobby? How do you expect us to feel?"
Several teachers from Tsinghua University also flattered him.
On the other side, Su Na walked up to Zhang Ye and said, "You're still eating?"
Zhang Ye nodded and said, "I've been using my brain too much these past few days. I don't know why I'm so hungry, but it's been too draining." He was not only tired from coming up with the questions, he had even used the Memory Search Capsules to speed up his learning.
Su Na pouted and said, "It's settled over there. It's a draw."
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I heard that. So be it."
"The poem you wrote today was indeed quite good. But compared to your previous poems, I don't think you could express them to their fullest potential." Su Na said helplessly, "You're usually quite competitive, but look at you now. You're not competitive at all. When you wrote this poem, I don't think you even used your brain at all. You just casually picked up the brush and wrote it. If you had been a little more serious, how could you not have beaten Teacher Liao Qi? This is not your true level. "
I can't beat him?
I just casually wrote it?
Zhang Ye smiled but did not say a word.
Beside them, a few female teachers from Peking University said, "Hai, Teacher Zhang, you've underestimated your opponent today. Teacher Liao clearly came prepared, so why don't you do your best? With your reputation, even a draw would be considered a loss for us. If word gets out that Teacher Liao's poetry is on par with yours? Teacher Liao will definitely be in the limelight. When that happens, people will think that our Peking University is inferior to Tsinghua University. "
Suddenly, a person walked up from the foot of the mountain.
It was the leader of the Chinese Literature question setting team, Yu Fan!
Yu Fan had been busy taking care of the questions, so he arrived late. When he arrived, he was startled and said with a smile, "What's the matter? It's another competition? Who won this year? How did the teams split up? "
Li Rui smiled and said, "It's a draw this year."
Yu Fan blinked. "It's a draw?"
Ma Qi said, "For the last question, it's a draw."
He briefed Chief Yu on the situation.
Chief Yu was very interested and went up to him. "Let me see."
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