"First, write some calligraphy for me to see," Jiejie put down the book in her hand and walked towards me.
I unhurriedly put the four treasures of the study in place. I didn't use the ready-made ink that I bought, but rather an ink that was made with a very good quality traditional process. I ground the ink properly, then moistened the brush … Every process was done properly.
"Your posture is quite decent, but I don't know how well you write?" Jiejie couldn't help but smile when she saw my posture.
People in the modern world pursued speed and simplicity. However, speed and simplicity didn't mean it was good. Things like calligraphy and painting should pay attention to tradition. If it was before, I would only think that this was tradition. However, I don't think so now. Only by purifying one's thoughts during preparation would one be able to write words with charm. It's just like how devout believers always have to bathe and change their clothes before worshipping their faith, they have to purify their thoughts. Calligraphy and painting aren't simple processes, human art is the sublimation of human thoughts, pure thoughts can make art even purer.
When I started writing, I suddenly felt that if I used my talisman brush, the effect might be better. However, I naturally couldn't bear to use my talisman brush for calligraphy, even if I wanted a good brush, I would make a new one. The talisman brush was very important to me now. I already had a lot of Vitality Talismans in my dantian, they were all made with this talisman brush. At a crucial moment, it can save my life.
I haven't used a brush for a long time, so the brush in my hand was a bit shaky, but I gained a lot of experience from the thoughts in the past few days, although the words weren't very smooth, the posture was there. Even because my thoughts were strong, some thoughts were attached to the brush. The words that were written actually had a trace of charm.
After I finished writing on a piece of paper, my sister said, "Your handwriting always looks a bit strange. I can say that you wrote well, but I feel like there are some places that aren't written properly, and aren't very skilled. However, I also feel that the words look very comfortable. Why do I feel so conflicted? "
"That is to say, it's a bit of a stretch for me to participate in the calligraphy competition," I smiled.
"Don't be complacent yet. Right now, there's no one to compare with you. I think your writing is passable. If you compare it to someone else's, it's hard to say. I think you shouldn't think about the competition for now. You should practice more these few days. First, he had to familiarize himself with it. Actually, your foundation is pretty good. It's just that your hand feels a little uncomfortable. In addition, it was written very stiffly. You need to be more relaxed. Keep writing. "Jiejie took the piece of paper I had written and put it aside to dry.
I spread out another piece of paper, and the content was still the same as the previous one. This time, my hand felt much better, and the technique of writing was more appropriate. It was much better than the previous one.
When the elder sister saw it, she smiled and said, "Look, this one looks much better than the last one. Don't be in a hurry to succeed. Practice more and wait until you feel good before you decide to write your entry. "
I nodded. Although it was a lot better than the previous one, I knew that this calligraphy piece was far from being comparable to the calligraphy works in the museum. However, my feelings towards the brush had improved a lot.
"Oh yeah, you also applied for Chinese painting right? I didn't see you learn it? Can you really learn it from thoughts? "Jiejie asked doubtfully. That's because Chinese painting was much more complicated than calligraphy.
"Pretty much." I digested a lot of pure thoughts at the art exhibition a few days ago. Those beginners were still very focused on all sorts of basic skills, which helped me a lot. I could very easily learn a very comprehensive set of basic skills from their thoughts. In addition, I've learned some more advanced experience from some calligraphy and paintings in the antique market, and I've learned some master-level experience from the works of master-level painters in the museum. Now, I have more experience than ordinary painters. This was also the benefit of being a cultivator, I could absorb the thoughts of normal people almost without limit. When I absorb the thoughts of normal people, they wouldn't resist at all.
I prepared all sorts of paints, and spread out a piece of paper, and started to draw.
When I was learning the thoughts of those beginners, I found that their thoughts were very focused on the layout of the painting, and the basic techniques. These were all things that I really needed. From their thoughts, I already knew how to lay out a painting, how to start the brush, how to mix the colors …
Seeing that I was able to draw in an orderly manner for the first time, jiejie's eyebrows raised slightly, and the shock on her face became even stronger.
While I was completely focused on the painting, every stroke was carefully sketched. The painting process was naturally very slow, I needed to slowly experience it through practice, and connect the practice with the experience I absorbed. A simple landscape of China wasn't easy for me. When I finished the last stroke, I was actually a bit sweaty.
Jiejie wiped my sweat, "Look at how tired you are, go take a shower, and rest early. You still have school tomorrow. "
Jiejie quickly came over to clean up the mess for me, but she first looked at the painting I just finished. She was very shocked, although she could tell as an outsider that there were still a lot of problems in this painting, but to be able to complete it so perfectly for the first time was already pretty good.
"Did you really just learn Chinese painting these few days?" Jiejie couldn't help but ask again.
"Of course." I took the clothes that jiejie prepared for me, and walked towards the bathroom.
Every day, I would try to get close to the bamboo block, but the strand of Dao on the bamboo block would always bounce me away. But now, I could clearly feel that the rebounding power of the Dao was becoming weaker and weaker. I felt that in a few days, the rebounding power would disappear, and perhaps I would be able to truly come into contact with the Dao. Perhaps he would be able to inherit the music of this grandmaster musician through this will of the Way.
A grandmaster level music inheritance! It really made me look forward to it!
I kept on trying, and when my head started to hurt, I stopped trying. If I really tried without caring about anything else, it would be very dangerous.
Every day at school, Tan Liwen classmate was always very concerned about the progress of my calligraphy work.
"Huang Jingyang, when are you going to give your calligraphy work to Teacher Wang? I really want to observe your calligraphy work. Oh right, you are an all-rounder, and you also have paintings. Oh right, Huang Jingyang, is your painting Chinese painting or oil painting? "
I naturally knew the purpose of Tan Liwen's actions, and said very calmly, "I just started practicing these few days. After practicing for two days, I will prepare to enter the competition. Oh right, is it almost the deadline? "
"Not yet." Tan Liwen shook his head.
"Not yet, then I won't rush. Wait until I'm almost done practicing, then I will prepare. "I seemed to let out a long sigh.
At this time, Tan Liwen came back to his senses, "What did you just say? You just learned your calligraphy and Chinese painting? "
"Yes, it was in the past few days. I feel that I am improving very quickly. When the deadline comes, I should still be able to make it. "I seemed to have done a very complicated calculation, and nodded seriously.
"Did everyone hear that? Huang Jingyang said that he started practicing a few days ago, and he is preparing to enter the painting competition. Oh right, he also just learned Chinese painting. You don't think that as long as you write properly, you can enter the painting competition, right? This is the painting competition of the Yan University Affiliated High School! It's not a primary school calligraphy competition, where you can get a certificate as long as you write properly, "Tan Liwen laughed disdainfully.
"Tan Liwen, what does Huang Jingyang have to do with you? Huang Jingyang said that he just started practicing, and you were scared shitless, and never dared to go on the court again. Now that Huang Jingyang said that he just started learning, do you think that he won't let you lose to the point that you don't dare to write calligraphy in the future? Wei Mohen immediately stood up for me.
"This isn't basketball, I started practicing calligraphy when I was young, and I have been writing for more than ten years now. I don't dare to say that I will definitely get a place in this competition, but I am sure that I will definitely not lose face for our class. But some people might not be so. If they enter the competition after learning for a few days, when the time comes, if they lose too ridiculously, I am worried that it will affect our class's reputation in school. "Tan Liwen is naturally talking about me.
"Tan Liwen, do you believe that I won't cut you?" Wei Mohen pointed at Tan Liwen and said loudly.
"You want to cut me? I don't believe that you dare to make a move in school. I'm telling you, Yanhai University Affiliated High School isn't any other school, if you dare to touch me in school, you will definitely be directly expelled, "Tan Liwen laughed coldly.
How could Wei Mohen take the provocation? He directly wanted to rush up, but was quickly pulled back by me.
"What? Such a small verbal conflict can only be solved with fists? "I looked at Wei Mohen and asked.
"This brat is asking for a beating. Huang Jingyang, you can't be so cowardly, the more you shrink back, the more he will think that he has you in his grasp. Don't be afraid of him, if he dares to do anything, I will find a chance to beat him to death! "Wei Mohen thought that I was cowardly.
"Don't worry, I can take care of these things myself. Wouldn't it be fine if I just hit his face with hard facts? "I said quietly to Wei Mohen.
"That's true. You are purposely letting him win now, he will definitely strut around in class these few days. He will think that you don't dare to fight. But a few days later, if he loses miserably, I really don't know how he will erase the face he lost these few days. I have to say, Huang Jingyang, you are too bad, "Wei Mohen's face also revealed a smirk.
I smiled and said, "I really just started learning calligraphy and Chinese painting. Ai, why does no one believe me every time I speak the truth? "
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