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Chapter 1449 Thank you Taizu

From the moment Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the brush, the scene was quiet for a few seconds. These few seconds only lasted a moment, but countless thoughts flashed through everyone's minds.

The students at the scene were all curious about what poem Zhou Qingfeng was going to write, and even more curious about how his handwriting was. Most of them didn't have any expectations. After all, Zhou Qingfeng's current identity is an actor. These days, if an actor can write his own name well,

Not bad, what more calligraphy do you want?

Needless to say, Zhou Qingfeng's own thoughts are a little regretful that he didn't spend some time practicing calligraphy. His handwriting is really shameful.

The old woman surnamed Long stood at the back, smiling on her face, but sarcastic and sarcastic in her heart. In her opinion, people in the mainland have more passion than lack of accumulation, and their cultural heritage is far inferior to that of Hong Kong and Taiwan.

And Hong Kong film critics are also watching behind them. Zhou Qingfeng previously severely criticized the Hong Kong director who made the "Anti-Japanese Drama", and the matter caused a great deal of trouble. A series of news hype caused Hong Kong's reputation in the mainland to plummet. Now mainlanders see Hong Kong

It's just a shabby settlement.

The Tai Chi master on the other end also looked at Zhou Qingfeng as a joke. In his opinion, a pretty boy who only knew how to show off his skills could become an international superstar. This was simply an insult to professionals like them.

In just a few seconds, Zhou Qingfeng's breathing was a little tight. The one who reacted fastest at this time was Lina Fox. Miss Fox knew Zhou Qingfeng's impulsive personality and ability very well. She knew he was absolutely right when she saw that he didn't make a move for a long time.

We're in trouble.

"Victor, can I learn to write Chinese characters from you?" Lina jumped to Zhou Qingfeng's side in a few steps, learning to hold the brush with a curious smile, "I think it will be very interesting."

"Can you write calligraphy?" Zhou Qingfeng asked in a low voice.

"I have been studying Chinese for a while. You read the poem and I will write it. No matter how bad the writing is, it is better than you being here in a daze." Lina blinked and replied in a low voice.

Yeah... that's right!

Miss Fox is like a heavenly book written with ghost-drawing talismans. Chinese people will only respond with a kind smile and will never think there is anything wrong. If the writing is good, they will praise it a few words.

When Lina came up, Catalina and three other best friends naturally followed. They stood next to Zhou Qingfeng and loudly expressed their intention to learn the traditional calligraphy of flower planting.

Well..., the biggest embarrassment is gone!

But now the atmosphere is even stronger, the star effect has emerged, and everyone wants to see how the four foreigners write calligraphy. As for whether the writing is good or not, no one cares anyway. Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that today with four foreigners,

It was really the right decision for my companion to come, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to get off the stage.

After calming down his mind, Zhou Qingfeng turned around and glanced at the old woman who was looking at him with a smile. He felt unhappy for a while. He thought to himself: How the hell are you going to restore Jiang Gong's country? You are a ghost! Even a rotten scholar dares to commit suicide.

Claiming to be literate? Let me show you the truly literate ones.

After pondering for a few times, Zhou Qingfeng read aloud to Lina: "Zhongshan turns yellow due to wind and rain."

Zhou Qingfeng has a strong physique and is full of energy. The simple seven words in his mouth become mellow, clear and clear, which makes people feel at ease.

As soon as he recited it, everyone in the entire staircase hall imagined a magnificent picture - as if the mountains were towering in front of them, the river was winding, the mist was vast, and the tigers were sitting on the dragons. It was like an invincible and majestic momentum between heaven and earth.

What a poem!

With only seven words in a sentence, Mr. Ishikawa, a sinologist, immediately exclaimed in surprise. He quickly walked towards Zhou Qingfeng and shouted with great joy: "This sentence is unparalleled in momentum and has a huge mind. It deserves a big compliment. I like it very much."

!”

Zhou Qingfeng smiled slightly, thinking that he had finally passed this test today. After Lina asked clearly which words they were, she also wrote them out one by one. And her handwriting was not bad, at least better than Zhou Qingfeng's.

Hand dog reptiles are more beautiful.

When the seven words fell on the rice paper, even the old woman who just wanted to see a joke had to praise: "It is indeed a good poem. This sentence alone captures the essence of the poem. Zhongshan? This is Nanjing, right? The Republic of China

The elegance of the old capital is naturally unusual.

Nanjing has a rich collection of people and beautiful scenery. The tomb of the Founding Father is near Zhongshan. When Chiang Kai-shek founded the country, he has a long-term vision. This poem praises the scenery of Zhongshan. Just a few words make people yearn for it, good, good, good.

!”

The old woman praised a few times, and repeated words like "the old capital of the Republic of China" in her mouth several times. Zhou Qingfeng was also very proud, thinking: Of course this poem is good, it is no worse than Tang and Song poetry.

The old woman seemed to be thinking about something, with a look of longing on her face. She asked Zhou Qingfeng again: "Did you write this poem?"

Eh……?

Zhou Qingfeng's proud face immediately fell down. Mr. Ishikawa also asked: "Isn't this poem only one sentence? Have you finished writing the rest?"

Are you two kidding me? Are you trying to mess with me on purpose?

"Of course I didn't write this poem." Zhou Qingfeng said with a straight face.

The old woman immediately fell into deep thought, and after a while she said: "I am familiar with the poems of famous writers since the Tang and Song Dynasties, but I have never seen this one. It is said that it is impossible for me not to know such a good poem."

Mr. Ishikawa also frowned, and after thinking for a long time, he asked: "In what dynasty and what era was this poem written?"

"Modern times." Zhou Qingfeng continued with a cold face.

"Modern times!" Both the old woman and Ishikawa exclaimed. They looked at the seven words written by Lina on the paper again, and they couldn't figure out which poet in modern times had written such a heroic poem.

"Please finish writing this poem." Ishikawa bowed to Zhou Qingfeng, "I really want to read it."

Well, Zhou Qingfeng felt that he did not meet two funny people, but two frogs in the well. Do they really not know who wrote this poem?

Taking another deep breath, Zhou Qingfeng read out the first line of the poem aloud - the wind and rain in Zhongshan turned yellow, and millions of troops crossed the river.

Pfft..., many people in the staircase hall couldn't help laughing and almost burst into laughter!

However, the old woman and Ishikawa didn't know it yet. When they saw the second sentence, they were both stunned - how could this poem that clearly describes the scenery come out of the "million army"?

"Lin Sang, are you sure you read it correctly?" Ishikawa looked at the first sentence written by Lina, and his mind was like a twist. The old woman's face changed accordingly, as if she had expected something but was confused.

Not sure, but the expression is not very natural.

Zhou Qingfeng said with certainty: "I read it correctly, this is a song with seven rhymes."

Hold it in, you must not laugh at this time!

Lina wrote a sentence, and Catalina, Butcher and Minsk followed. Zhou Qingfeng read the entire poem in one breath.

"The wind and rain in Zhongshan turned yellow, and millions of troops crossed the river.

The tiger sits on the dragon's plate and the present is better than the past. The world is turned upside down and generous.

It is better to use your remaining courage to chase the poor bandits, and not to use your reputation as an academic overlord.

If heaven has feelings, it will also grow old, and the right path in the world will undergo vicissitudes of life."

After reading a poem, the audience burst into thunderous applause, which lasted for a long time. The atmosphere in the entire staircase hall was directly detonated. Even when Zhou Qingfeng was halfway through reading, more than a thousand people in the hall followed him, and the sound was like thunder.

Angry man!

The whole poem is powerful and majestic, with an irresistible pride and power. The spirit of not believing in ghosts and gods, not believing in fate, and risking one's life to change the world is shocking.

When Zhou Qingfeng read to the end, his momentum surged. He grabbed a brush and finally wrote the title of the poem - "The People's Liberation Army Conquers Nanjing".

When the old woman saw Zhou Qingfeng writing Taizu's name on the lower right side of the poem's title, she froze as if she had been hit by a restraining technique. Her face seemed to have been slapped dozens of times, red and

Zi. She never expected that the author of this poem was actually Jiang Gong’s mortal enemy!

This, this, this..., how can this be so embarrassing? Where can I turn my face!


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