Xiao Yunhai exuded a powerful aura. His eyes were as sharp as knives. He gathered his energy and started to recite.
"Spring Snow in Qin Garden. The scenery of the Northern Kingdom, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only boundless snow. Up and down the great river, there is surging water. The mountains dance like silver snakes, the plains like wax elephants, trying to compete with the sky. On a clear day, dressed in red and white, it is exceptionally enchanting.
The country is so beautiful, countless heroes bow down to it. Emperor Xi Qin, Emperor Hanwu, lost in literary talent. Emperor Tang, Emperor Song, lost in style. Genghis Khan, the pride of the generation, only knew how to shoot a giant eagle with a bow. Let the past be the past. Let's look at the present. "
Although this poem by the Great Ancestor was not long and only had a hundred words, after everyone heard it, their spirits could not help but be greatly shaken. It was as if they could feel the ambition contained in the poem that looked down on the world with disdain.
In particular, Xiao Yunhai's voice carried a kind of arrogance and domineering aura. His entire person had entered Great Ancestor's state of mind at that time. Hearing it in people's ears was like the morning bell and evening drum, causing people to be endlessly alarmed.
In the Film Academy, students often recited poems in order to practice their lines to make their speech more appealing.
Xiao Yunhai was one of the best, so reciting a poem wasn't a problem for him.
Perhaps because they were stunned by Xiao Yunhai's plagiarized poem, the entire venue paused for a full five seconds before an earth-shattering round of applause rang out. Cheers rose and fell one after another.
"How bold! This poem is simply too shocking."
"The richest man in the world is indeed different from ordinary people. His arrogance and domineering aura is not something that ordinary people can have."
"Emperor Xi Qin, Emperor Hanwu, Emperor Tang, Emperor Song, Emperor Genghis Khan. Which one of them isn't a hero? But in his eyes, there are still all kinds of shortcomings. Mr. Xiao is too broad-minded. "
"This is the magnanimity of the richest man in the world. Compared to him, Wang Xichen is too narrow-minded," Zhang Xuanlin complimented.
At this moment, Wang Xichen was the most upset.
He had asked Xiao Yunhai to come on stage because he wanted to catch him off guard and make him lose face. However, he did not expect that Xiao Yunhai would recite such a majestic and domineering poem, which shocked the whole venue and made him go for wool and come home shorn.
Although he was also clapping, the smile on his face was very forced.
In his heart, the one who should be able to receive everyone's praise and enjoy endless glory should be him. However, it had now become Xiao Yunhai. Naturally, he hated Xiao Yunhai even more.
However, he didn't think about the fact that he was the one who had caused this situation.
On the stage, Xiao Yunhai glanced at him and did not take him seriously at all. After bowing to the audience, he was about to go down when he was stopped by the calligrapher, Li Jinwu.
"Mr. Xiao, this poem of yours is definitely worthy of the word 'Thousand Boldness'. According to the rules of the awards ceremony, I will give a piece of calligraphy to every outstanding writer as a gift. Originally, I had painstakingly written a song called 'Love Says', but I realized that it was a little stingy, so I wanted to write your song 'Spring Snow in Qin Garden' on the stage in front of everyone and give it to you. What do you think? "
Xiao Yunhai laughed and said, "Teacher Li, how can I not agree to such a good thing? Let me grind it for you. "
Soon, the four treasures of the study on the desk were ready. The cameraman focused the camera on the desk.
Xiao Yunhai grinded it himself. Li Jinwu closed his eyes as if he was trying to find the feeling.
Two minutes later, Li Jinwu opened his eyes. His eyes were shining brightly. He picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing.
Not long after, the song "Spring Snow in Qin Garden" appeared on the big screen.
"Good writing." Xiao Yunhai could not help but blurt out when he saw that the words were majestic and majestic. It seemed to contain a kind of spirit.
The literary circle below the stage could not help but walk up one after another, wanting to see it up close.
Among them, the president of the Hua Xia Literature Association, Zhang Xuanlin, was the fastest. After reading the whole piece of calligraphy, he could not help but be surprised and said, "Teacher Li, your calligraphy seems to be very different from your previous works. Originally, your semi-cursive style was about flowing clouds and flowing water, elegant and natural. But this piece of calligraphy is majestic and majestic. Every word seems to contain an indescribable temperament. Compared to the 'Preface to the Orchid Pavilion' by Wang Xizhi, the artistic conception seems to be a level higher. It is enough to be called the best in the world. "
Li Jinwu said proudly, "Teacher Zhang, you really have a sharp eye. When Mr Xiao recited 'Spring Snow in Qin Garden', I felt a kind of lofty feeling in my heart. I felt a little uncomfortable. You also know that writing is also about the right time, the right place, and the right people. So I took advantage of this feeling to finish this poem in one go. Hahaha, great, it's simply too great. "
When the others saw this piece of calligraphy, they were also full of praise. They looked at Xiao Yunhai with a hint of envy in their eyes.
Such a piece of work was definitely not something that could be bought with money.
Xiao Yunhai said, "Teacher Li, you said before that this piece of calligraphy was for me. I wonder if that still holds true?"
Li Jinwu said with a wry smile, "To be honest, I really can't bear to part with it. However, without your poem, there wouldn't be this piece of calligraphy. Of course, I won't go back on my words. "
Xiao Yunhai said happily, "Thank you so much, Teacher Li."
Wang Xichen, who had been watching from the side, had an extremely ugly expression.
Just like that, the entire award ceremony ended amidst Wang Xichen's envy and jealousy.
Xiao Yunhai, Zhang Xuanlin, and the rest discussed the details of the Hua Xia Literature Competition for a while before returning home.
It was already past ten o 'clock. Logically speaking, everyone should be asleep. However, for some reason, the living room of Xiao Yunhai and his wife's villa was still lit up.
Xiao Yunhai walked in to take a look. His parents and in-laws were all sitting on the sofa, chatting and watching television.
Hearing Xiao Yunhai's voice, Xiao Changfeng bounced up from the sofa like there was a spring. He looked at Li Jinwu's calligraphy in Xiao Yunhai's hand and his eyes lit up. He said impatiently, "Yunhai, quickly open this piece of calligraphy written by Teacher Li. I want to see it."
When Xiao Yunhai heard this, he came to a sudden realization. Only now did he know that the reason they were waiting for him here was for this piece of calligraphy.
Thinking about it, Xiao Changfeng was a member of the Calligraphy Association. Just like Xiao Yunhai, he practiced martial arts. If he didn't practice calligraphy for half an hour every day, he would feel uncomfortable all over.
Although his father-in-law, Zhao Mingsheng, wasn't good at calligraphy, he liked to collect calligraphy and paintings. In his study, there were many valuable calligraphy works by ancient calligraphers. Even Xiao Changfeng often went over to copy them.
Of course, Xiao Changfeng had also bought many masterpieces in the past two years. It was a pity that he didn't come across the works of those famous calligraphers.
In the contemporary calligraphy world, Li Jinwu's calligraphy was recognized as the best. Therefore, after seeing Xiao Yunhai get his calligraphy on television, Xiao Changfeng couldn't sleep. He directly dragged Zhao Mingsheng over and waited for Xiao Yunhai, wanting to see it first.
Xiao Yunhai gently opened the entire piece of calligraphy. Then, he held the paper with both hands and stood there foolishly for everyone to admire.
Xiao Changfeng couldn't help but exclaim as he looked.
"Good calligraphy. It's indeed good calligraphy. Teacher Li Jinwu is indeed the most famous calligrapher in the world. Every word is domineering and majestic. Clearly, he has already reached the grandmaster realm. It really makes one have no choice but to admire him. "
Zhao Mingsheng's calligraphy skills were not high, but his eyesight was very good. He said, "All along, Teacher Li's calligraphy has been elegant like the wind and full of spiritual energy. I didn't expect today's calligraphy to be so strong and full of heroic spirit. It can be said that this is his best work. What Teacher Zhang Xuanlin said was right. It's indeed much better than that 'Preface to the Orchid Pavilion.' "
Chen Xiuzhu asked curiously, "If this piece of calligraphy is placed in an auction house, I wonder how much it can be sold for?"
Xiao Changfeng reprimanded, "Don't use money to tarnish this good calligraphy. Some things are worth thousands of gold and can't be measured by money. "
Chen Xiuzhu raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't talk nonsense. The calligraphy and paintings of famous people hanging in your study were all bought with your son's money. Even Wang Xizhi's calligraphy appeared in an auction house and was sold for hundreds of millions. How can Li Jinwu compare to him? "
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