Luo Ziling certainly didn't expect that Ling Jinhua would ask such a question, which was quite unexpected.
Faced with everyone's curious attention, Luo Ziling did not immediately tell his answer.
After thinking for a while, he said: "It is only in troubled times that heroes emerge. Now is a peaceful era. No one wants war, and war can destroy the earth. Therefore, it is possible to command the army to fight everywhere as before and expand China's territory infinitely.
No more. Cen Shen's poem says, "Fame can only be obtained from horses." Li He's suggestion, "Why don't men carry Wu hooks and collect Guanshan and fifty continents?" is now impossible to realize. Therefore, I think I will definitely not join the army.
Anyway, my dad is already serving as a soldier there, so I just have to do my job well."
Ling Jinhua didn't say anything and continued to read the poem "Man Jiang Hong".
"Mr. Ling, please leave some calligraphy treasures for us!" The accompanying scenic spot manager boldly made a request to Ling Jinhua.
He saw that Ling Jinhua had been fascinated by "Man Jiang Hong" and thought that the old man wanted to write an inscription, so he immediately made a request.
"My handwriting is bad, I'm sorry to write!" Ling Jinhua refused, but when the person in charge of the scenic spot was embarrassed, he pointed at Luo Ziling, "My granddaughter's son has good handwriting and has a good style. Let's let him have a second handwriting later."
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All eyes were focused on Luo Ziling. Luo Ziling was a little embarrassed, but still did not refuse.
He remembered that when he visited the Yuewang Temple last time, he had already written an inscription.
However, he did not mention this matter, but followed the staff to the message area and wrote a poem.
"The military song should be sung with a sword ring, swearing to destroy the Hunu and leaving Yuguan; I only understand that I will die for my country on the battlefield, why should I return my body wrapped in horse leather." This is the poem "Crossing the Fortress" by Xu Xilin, a famous revolutionary in the Qing Dynasty. It is very heroic and a bit tragic.
Luo Ziling thought it was quite appropriate to put it here.
Luo Ziling's handwriting was very elegant. When he was writing, a crowd of people gathered around to watch. Ling Jinhua and Ling Mingrui also stood aside to watch him write.
When Luo Ziling finished the four lines of the poem in one breath and wrote the signature, Fang Zhonghua chuckled and said: "Zi Ling, when you go back later, you have to write a subtitle for me. I will hang it in my office."
.Your name is even comparable to that of Sha Laoyi."
While speaking, Fang Zhonghua pointed to Sha Menghai's song "Man Jiang Hong".
Luo Ziling suddenly became ashamed: "Uncle Fang, you have given me the prize. How dare I compete with Sha Lao in calligraphy? Sha Lao is a real master. There are really not many calligraphers who can compare with him in modern times. His calligraphy and auction prices can be compared with
We have compared it with those in ancient times. Characters like mine are just tangible, and they are still far from the real momentum!"
"It's very good!" After reading it, Ling Jinhua also praised Luo Ziling in public, "It's better than the one you wrote in my study, and it feels more mature!"
"Go back and write a few more words. If anyone likes it, you can give it as a gift!" Ling Mingrui said with a smile: "I will move to a new place then. You can also write a few words. I will have them framed and hung inside!"
After Ling Jinhua and Ling Mingrui said this, others immediately asked Luo Ziling for calligraphy, hoping to get Luo Ziling's calligraphy.
To be honest, Luo Ziling's calligraphy is really very good, far better than ordinary calligraphy masters.
People who have reached this level have been exposed to a lot of calligraphy works, and some of them can still tell the quality.
If Luo Ziling's calligraphy is presented to a calligraphy appreciation conference, it will definitely be recognized by those calligraphers, regardless of who wrote it.
Moreover, Luo Ziling is the great-grandson of Ling Jinhua, the grandson of Ling Mingrui, and the son of Ling Ruonan. With his status and calligraphy of this quality, the quality of his calligraphy works will definitely be high. If you can get Luo Ziling's calligraphy - maybe you will still get it.
It's an honor.
Luo Ziling did not refuse. He said that after returning home, he would write a work for everyone present today. If he thought it was good, he would frame it and hang it in his home or office. If he thought it was not good, he would just throw it in the trash can.
After Luo Ziling left the message, the person in charge of the scenic spot kept it as if he had found a treasure. He said that the word would be processed quickly and displayed in a prominent place in the scenic spot.
At the request of the person in charge of the scenic spot, Ling Jinhua and Ling Mingrui wrote messages in the guestbook and signed their names.
Ling Jinhua and Ling Mingrui, father and son, came to visit the scenic spot and left a message. The weight of this message is quite heavy.
Then, everyone went to worship Yue Fei's grave. Under the leadership of Ling Jinhua, everyone bowed to Yue Fei and Yue Yun's grave and laid flowers.
After leaving the Yuewang Temple Scenic Area, everyone got on the cruise ship and prepared to go to Xiaoyingzhou.
There were no other tourists on this boat, which was specially designed to receive Ling Jinhua and Ling Mingrui.
The weather was good, the sun came and went in and out of the clouds, the breeze was gentle, it was neither cold nor hot, and it was quite enjoyable to sit on the boat and look at the lake and mountains.
The most beautiful things by the West Lake are the red peach and the green willow. The willow trees by the lake are already full of green stripes, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom. This is the time when the scenery is most beautiful.
"Grandpa and grandpa, you chose the best time to travel to the West Lake." Luo Ziling smiled and teased Ling Jinhua and Ling Mingrui: "I have also benefited from your honor and have the opportunity to travel to the south of the Yangtze River to enjoy the lakes and mountains after busy work.
Without you, I wouldn’t have had the chance to come to West Lake to play, and I wouldn’t have had time to come and see my mother.”
While talking, Luo Ziling hugged Ling Ruonan's arm, looking very obedient.
Many people know how harsh Ling Jinhua is and how domineering Ling Mingrui is, but there are really not many people who dare to joke in front of them.
When most people see one of them, they are too scared to stand up straight. The father and son together have such a strong aura that many people dare not breathe. The younger generations of the Ling family are like mice before they meet cats.
Just the same, I honestly don’t dare to make mistakes.
Luo Ziling, a grandson, dares to be so casual in front of them, how favored he must be!
This time Ling Jinhua and Ling Mingrui went on a tour to the south of the Yangtze River. None of the other children of the Ling family accompanied them. Only Luo Ziling, their grandson, followed. Looking at his casualness now, it is enough to show that he is favored by the two old men.
Even Fang Zhonghua felt that Luo Ziling was favored far more than other Ling family members.
He knew very well that Ling Jinhua and Ling Mingrui came to Jiangnan this time to support Ling Ruonan.
Luo Ziling was so favored that Ling Jinhua and Ling Mingrui went out of their way to Jiangnan to help Ling Ruonan build momentum.
Looking at this posture, Ling Ruonan is likely to be more valued by the two old men than Ling Zhengping, and the Ling family is ready to vigorously support her.
Fang Zhonghua already felt this way before, but today this feeling is even stronger.
He also knew that if he fought with Ling Ruonan again in Jiangnan, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.
After all, it is unlikely that Fang Xiang would come to Jiangnan to stand up for him.
Even if Xiang Fang came to support him, it would not be as powerful as Ling Jinhua and Ling Mingrui playing together.
Thinking of this, Fang Zhonghua felt a little scared.