"Your calligraphy...I...I've never seen it written this way. Is this a new font?"
When Lu Yuan dried the ink and spread out the rice paper, Xu Xiaonian stared at the words on the rice paper with wide eyes. He held it in for a long time before uttering such a sentence.
Lu Yuan's calligraphy is very stylish, even the brush strokes are random and have no structure, which has the feeling of the wild cursive writing of the Tang Dynasty people.
Xu Xiaonian took a deep breath and spit it out again.
This way of writing made Xu Xiaonian feel as if he had seen a ghost. He stared at it for a long time before the word "farmer" came out.
Somehow, there were thousands of horses running over me, and I even had a little doubt about how Lu Yuan answered the second line...
"Ahem, cough... Actually, I can write pen calligraphy. I'm not used to holding this brush calligraphy... so it's inevitable that my writing will be a bit sloppy..." After Lu Yuan looked at his poem, his face suddenly changed.
Embarrassed.
This is very stiff.
"Your poem..." Xu Xiaonian looked around, watching the people around him biting their pens and thinking deeply, or writing quickly, and then looking at Lu Yuan, he didn't seem to be under any pressure at all, and he felt even more confused...
Although he couldn't tell what kind of nonsense Lu Yuan was writing, looking at Lu Yuan's relaxed expression, he felt that it must not be something good.
"Cough, cough... I actually don't have much talent, and I don't know much about poetry. I just write whatever I want... Um, brother, why don't you write? Let's see what I do..." Lu Yuan coughed lightly
After a while, the more I looked at it, the more I felt that my handwriting was ugly.
"Ah, yes...I forgot about myself." Xu Xiaonian was shocked by Lu Yuan's inexplicable operation for a while, then he quickly came to his senses and concentrated on thinking about his poem.
Lu Yuan pretended to look at his own writing seriously, and then secretly looked at the words written by the person next to him...
After such a comparison, he felt that his self-confidence was hit hard!
In the past, when he watched people on TV writing calligraphy with a brush, it turned out that the whole world was formed in one go. Lu Yuan could not help but have a feeling that I could do it, but when he actually held the calligraphy pen and started to write, he suddenly felt that he had done it before.
I am too young.
That’s all…
It's done in one go, but what's written...
What the hell is this?
Ghost talisman?
Can you see it?
Lu Yuan couldn't even recognize any bullshit with his eyes wide open...
If this thing is handed over...
Disgraced to grandma's house?
He shook his head, crumpled the poem he had written into a ball, then continued to dip it in ink, secretly imitating Xu Xiaonian's holding of the brush, and slowly started writing poems. When Lu Yuan really got down to writing seriously, he found that he could not write very well.
It was very slow. It took him ten minutes to finish what he had written just a few minutes ago.
Just when Lu Yuan was halfway through writing, people started handing in papers one after another...
After looking at the person who handed in the paper, Lu Yuan looked at what he had written and finally sighed.
How could calligraphy be accomplished overnight?
Ugly, a bit ugly, but at any rate...
Can you see clearly what the word is?
It’s just comparing poems, not words, right?
What if we compete?
Want another song?
The quality of the characters is not good, how about the quantity?
Anyway, I checked these two poems online and no one wrote them...
or……
Even if I write it down, no one will know.
Um……
Otherwise, just be shameless?
Day, I can't be so shameless!
Lu Yuan looked at the others again, finally gritted his teeth, and simply stopped doing nothing. He picked up his pen and wrote another poem on the blank space of the rice paper.
How could I be so shameless? I am a plagiarist!
What a sinful person!
Of course, Lu Yuan also criticized himself for a long time.
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"Well, Dao Yuting's calligraphy is powerful and powerful. Although she is a woman, her handwriting is extremely masculine. This song "Farming Busy" is also very good. Okay, okay... As expected from a small poetry family, I I think this song "Busy Farming" can be rated 8.5 points."
"I think, although this poem is very well written and rhymes well when written, it has lost some of its flavor and looks more light and romantic. I don't like this feeling very much. I guess it's 8.4."
"Well, I think 8.3 has lost its flavor after all."
"The modern poem "In the Field" written by Shen Rong is well written and full of postmodernist style. Well, I think it can be rated 8.8 points, and the meaning is not bad..."
"Why not rate it 8.8?"
"Haha, poems with a score of 8.8 or above are poems that all of us old men agree with. Last year there was only one "Sky". I think this modern poem "In the Field" is still a little short of success. What do you think, Xiao Xi?"
"Well, there are some flaws in the writing, but the artistic conception is okay. Yes, it focuses too much on emotion... If I gave it to you, it would be 8.7 points at most."
"Haha, you are more strict than our old man, haha!"
"Hmm? This poem is good, okay. Who wrote this? Was it written by Ma Runzhi?"
"Ma Runzhi? Is he the Ma Runzhi of the Great Talent of Yan?"
"Yes, this young man is quite talented. I think it's good. The artistic conception and meaning of this song "Farmland" are also quite good. It can score 8.9 points."
"8.9? That's a bit high..."
"Take a look."
"Oh, it's good, it's really good. I'd give it an 8.9, too. This poem is a rare masterpiece. Lao Li, aren't you writing modern poetry? I think this poem can be included in your book."
"Yes, I have such a plan. I think it will score 8.9 points. This writing is very pleasing to my eyes. It's quite good."
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After the last talented person handed in his poem, everyone looked at the judging stage in front of them.
They watched the old men on the selection stage whispering to each other, pondering, sighing, or appreciating...
They were extremely anxious.
To them, this 50,000 yuan bonus is not valuable. What is valuable is the evaluation and appreciation of these old men.
Each of these old men is a mainstay in the Chinese literary world, and they are all quite prestigious. What is more important is that one of them, named Li Guonan, is writing a book called "Selected Modern Poems". If his works If you can be favored by them, you will definitely be impressive, and you can show off in the literary world.
"Brother, are you nervous now?"
"It's okay."
"Um, are you looking for something?" Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan's hand strangely.
"No..." Lu Yuan took a deep breath and finally put his hands on the table honestly.
He habitually wanted to take out a cigarette and smoke it. Even though he knew he didn't buy it, he still subconsciously looked back and took it out.
In this situation, it is really lonely for Lu Yuan not to smoke.
After all, waiting is lonely.
When Lu Yuan looked in the direction of the judges' bench and saw an old man with gray hair smoking a cigarette and reading the words, he felt inexplicably envious in his heart. He even had the urge to stand up and walk towards the old man to borrow a cigarette.
"Brother, you really think about it." Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan.
"How do you know?"
"Of course, because I want it too!"
"Really? Can we go up?"
"How can we go up here? We can only wait."
"Can this wait?"
“Can’t this wait?”
"He's going to come over and give us smoke?"
"????" Xu Xiaonian, who was originally looking forward to hearing Lu Yuan's words, suddenly trembled all over and almost couldn't sit still. When he looked back at Lu Yuan, his face hurt, "Smoke? You... you...
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"We don't seem to be talking about the same topic?" Lu Yuan was a little innocent.
"I hope my poems can enter his book... What are you thinking?"
"I want to ask him to lend me a cigarette... I'm addicted to cigarettes..." Lu Yuan coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed and feeling that his face suddenly became thinner.
"..." Xu Xiaonian felt his eyes darken instantly.
What is this for?
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"This handwriting is really... Are there any people here who can write so poorly?"
"Lu Yuan? Huh? Pity the peasants?"
"Two poems? Isn't this too exaggerated? If words don't work, just use numbers to make it up?"
"It's noon on the day of hoeing?"
"Um...plant a grain of millet in spring?"
"What!"
"Bang!"
"this……"
"This is……"
There was a sound of slapping the table at Nuo University's venue...
Old Li, who was smoking, suddenly stood up and stared with shock. His whole body was even shocked!