The scenery of the North is covered in ice and snow.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the rivers flowing up and down suddenly stop flowing.
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A song called "Qinyuan Spring·Snow" was written and hung in the middle hall, which is quite good.
The charm of running script lies in the ever-changing rules. It can be enchanting, rigid, gentle, or rough and bold.
Zhang Zhong's running script was learned from many people. At first, it was naturally the two kings of Lin. Later, I felt that the path was a bit narrow, so I copied Ouyang Xun for a while, and even imitated Li Shimin. Later, he also imitated Yu Shinan and Li Yong.
some time.
Not to mention Yan Liu, he had also read and learned the calligraphy of people like Wen Zhengming, Tang Bohu, and Dong Qichang.
In the end, it can be considered that he has learned from the strengths of other schools and formed his own school.
His calligraphy is more typical of the late Ming Dynasty, with a sense of carefreeness, leaps and bounds, and strange shapes.
There is romance in the majesty, and rules in the roughness.
It looks smart but not dignified, but it has its own degree in the middle.
However, it is a little difficult for Liu Feng to recognize the character Zhang Zhong.
"Is this cursive writing?"
After Zhang Chong finished writing, Liu Feng dared to speak.
Fortunately, he didn't speak until he was done writing. If Zhang Zhongzheng had heard him say this while he was writing, he would probably have done something wrong immediately.
When cursive writing reaches a certain level, some people will think it is cursive writing.
"You can think of it as a straw."
Liu Feng nodded and looked at the words on it carefully. Although it was a bit sloppy, he still read a few sentences after trying hard to decipher it.
"The scenery of the North, thousands of miles of ice...is this a poem?"
"Well, a word."
"It's very good. Although I have never heard of this poem, the words are very beautiful, even more beautiful than the ones just now."
Although Liu Feng's appreciation level is not high, it does not prevent him from liking calligraphy. Zhang Zhong does not doubt his love for this calligraphy. The look in his eyes when he looks at this calligraphy can tell everything.
Some art can only be appreciated by a small group of people, but some art can be easily felt by ordinary people.
This is what Chinese calligraphy is.
Of course, except for some mysterious "masters".
Zhang Zhong couldn't appreciate those ghostly symbols anyway, he didn't even want to take a look at them.
After Zhang Chong finished writing, he put down the brush and subconsciously looked for a seal. Then he realized that he didn't have a seal at all.
He used to like to collect seals of various materials, sizes, and fonts on the seals. Sometimes he would even put more than a dozen seals on a painting.
Now when I see the blank space at the corners of calligraphy and painting, I always feel like something is missing.
But now he has no way to make up for it.
"Brother Liu, if you are satisfied with this calligraphy, take it home. I will put it away for you after the ink dries."
"Okay, thank you very much, Brother Zhang. I will definitely frame him carefully when I get back."
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Early the next morning, Zhang Zhong had just gotten up and washed up when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
After running out and opening the door, there were two men standing at the door.
"Is this Mr. Zhang Zhong's house?"
Zhang Zhong looked at them, nodded doubtfully, "Well, I'm Zhang Zhong, what can I do for you?"
Hearing that the real owner was in front of them, the two men smiled and handed a list to Zhang Zhong, "We are the delivery staff of Yama Bookstore. A gentleman named Liu bought some books from our bookstore and asked us to give them to him.
Please sign for it."
Mr. Liu, Zhang Zhong thought of Liu Feng.
Probably Liu Feng saw Zhang Zhong's study room was too shabby last night, so he bought some books for him.
Since it was a gift book, Zhang Zhong had no choice but to accept it, so he took the order and signed it. After signing, he looked next to the delivery person and didn't see where the book was, so he asked, "Where is the book?"
One of the delivery staff smiled and said, "There are a lot of books, so we will help you carry them here."
Hearing what the delivery staff said, Zhang Zhong had an ominous premonition. He put on his slippers and followed the delivery staff out the door, only to see a small van.
[Literature Hall www.wxguan.vip] When the delivery man opened the carriage, Zhang Zhong’s mind buzzed.
Zhang Zhong just glanced at it. There were about a dozen cardboard boxes inside the carriage. If these cardboard boxes were filled with books, there would be at least one or two hundred books.
Because the carton was too heavy, it was difficult for two people to lift it, so they used a trolley to push it.
After all the boxes were delivered to Zhang Zhong's study, Zhang Zhong counted them carefully. There were fifteen cartons in total, and each carton was full.
Liu Feng is going to give him a study room!
There are so many books that cannot be accommodated in an ordinary small study room. Liu Feng probably saw that his study room was big enough, so he dared to send so many books.
In fact, Zhang Zhong probably understood Liu Feng's thoughts. Maybe he felt a little sorry that he got a painting for nothing, and he was a philistine to give money, so he thought of a more elegant-looking method.
This kind of elegance is quite expensive. Although I haven't calculated the exact price, the total cost of so many books should be tens of thousands of dollars.
"well."
Standing in front of a dozen book boxes, Zhang Zhong sighed softly, Liu Feng was so polite, but he was going to suffer.
With so many books, it takes a lot of effort just to take them out of the box one by one.
Moreover, there are no bookshelves in his house now, so there is no place to put these books.
When he was distressed, Liu Feng called.
"Brother Zhang, have you received the book?" Liu Feng smiled on the phone.
Zhang Zhong smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Liu, you gave me so many books, but I don't have room to put them."
"Hey, look at my head, how about I give you another bookshelf?"
"Let's forget it. Thank you Brother Liu for your kindness. I'll get the bookshelf myself. I don't know what to do with so many books."
"Hey, opening the book is beneficial, opening the book is beneficial."
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He did what he said. After Zhang Zhong hung up Liu Feng's phone, he called the decoration company and asked them to come and get a bookshelf.
He had just finished the phone call when Pengpeng came over rubbing his eyes.
"Dad, I thought I heard someone talking just now... Why are there so many big boxes?"
"These are all gifts from Uncle Liu to us."
"Gift!" Pengpeng suddenly woke up, ran to the nearest box, opened her arms and hugged the box, but no matter how hard she tried, the box wouldn't move at all.
"What is this thing? It's so heavy."
"It's full of knowledge, so of course it's heavy."
"Dad, you lied to me. The teacher said that knowledge is stored in the head."
"The teacher is right, but Dad didn't lie to you either. Knowledge can be put in a box before it is put in the head. Pengpeng can put all this knowledge in the head in the future."
Pengpeng covered her head with a frightened look on her face, "Oh, even though Pengpeng's head is big, it can't hold so much knowledge."