Since Lin Ai asked for his opinion in person, Zhang Zhong was embarrassed not to answer, so he smiled and said, "Mr. Lin's poems have neat rhythm and meaningful words. They are rare masterpieces."
"Mr. Zhang is overly complimentary. If I hadn't seen your "The Wine Shop", I could still sit back and look at the sky and brag about it, but since I have seen it, I'm just trying to do what I'm trying to do."
There is something wrong with what I said. If you really think it is a trick, why bother to write it out for everyone to see and ask Zhang to comment on it?
Zhang Zhong waved his hand and said, "Mr. Lin is humble."
"Mr. Zhang, has he written some excellent works recently so that everyone can learn from them?"
"No." Zhang Zhong said simply.
Zhang Zhong's straightforwardness surprised Lin Ai. He originally thought that Zhang Zhong was young and energetic and would not be able to withstand the excitement.
He was about to say something more when he heard Zhang Zhong say: "Not recently, but I got a line when I came to Yanjing earlier. But until today, this poem only has one line, so I have never shown it to others."
Yu Dongyu shouted from the side, "This is called a sudden inspiration. I think Zhang Zhong, you might as well write this poem and let everyone see it. Isn't Mr. Lin here? Ask him to give it to the staff, maybe he can help you."
Fill in the other sentences."
This suggestion aroused Wang Meng's interest, "Zhang Zhong, don't hide it, write it down and let us take a look. These guys are here. Maybe they can give you some reference opinions. It would be interesting for everyone to discuss it together."
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Zhang Dian nodded, "Then I'll write it out for everyone to see."
However, he felt in his heart that there was no possibility of Lin Ai filling in the poem for him.
And although he said it was one sentence, he actually wrote four sentences.
It's just that these four sentences don't look like a poem at first glance.
The pen Lin Ai used was useless, so he replaced it with one with a longer blade.
After adjusting the ink, Zhang took a long breath before picking up his pen and writing:
The ancients will never be seen before, and the newcomers will never be seen after.
Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.
It was written in cursory and finished in one go.
When Lin Ai was writing just now, because he was not familiar with the paper and the ink was not adjusted well, the ink was slightly smeared after writing.
This time Zhang Zhong wrote, and he used Zhong Changfeng's pen again, so Wang Kewang took a piece of paper, ready to absorb ink for Zhang Zhong's words at any time, but before he could react, Zhang Zhong had already finished writing.
Moreover, there was no smearing of ink after I finished writing. This is because Zhang Zhong’s ink was adjusted just right.
Although Zhang Zhong has finished writing, this word...
Everyone here is a literati, but not every literati can study calligraphy.
Yu Dongyu and Liu Yuan looked at the wild grass and were a little helpless.
But it was not difficult for Wang Menglai to recognize this word.
Many people think that cursive writing means cursive and casual writing, but this is not the case.
Perhaps with the development of the times, some ugly calligraphy now has its own unique style and is difficult for others to recognize. However, in the past, cursive calligraphy also had its own rules and regulations. Otherwise, others might not recognize it just because it was cursive.
Wang Meng muttered softly, "I never saw the ancients in front of me, and never saw the coming ones in the future. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness."
After he read it out, everyone felt that although it was catchy, it was quite ordinary.
At first, Wang Meng thought these sentences were a bit mediocre. On the contrary, this character has the appearance of a dragon, but it is also independent from the world. It is a rare and good character.
However, after reading it a few times in my mind, I felt more and more that these sentences had an unusual magic power.
The ancients are not seen before, and the newcomers are not seen after, just like a gentle whisper, but one before, one after, one ancient, one newcomer, all of a sudden pull people into the long river of time.
Read the next two sentences again.
Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.
A feeling of sadness suddenly arose spontaneously, as if I was in the long river of time, looking around at a loss.
Shiyan is the word "individual".
Wang Meng's eyes suddenly became astringent. As a person who has lived for more than a hundred years, his understanding and perception of time is not comparable to that of ordinary people. After silently reading these lines several times, he thought about himself and felt good.
many.
The reason why Zhang Zhong wrote this poem "Dengyouzhou Taige" is, firstly, because this poem was written by Chen Ziang in the capital, so it was suitable for the occasion. Secondly, Lin Ai has always advocated metrical poetry, but this miscellaneous poem has no meter or pattern.
Law, self-contained.
None of us here are ordinary people. Although I didn’t feel the poetry when I first read it, it’s completely different after reading it a few times.
Yu Dongyu praised, "This poem is good."
Zhuang Yu also nodded and said, "It's indeed very good."
Liu Yuan did not say yes, but looked at Lin Ai and said, "I wonder if Mr. Lin can help complete this poem?"
Lin Ai originally wanted to test Zhang Zhong, but now that he saw such a good poem, he had somewhat changed his mind about Zhang Zhong. However, since he was the one who started the trouble, Liu Yuan said something to him, and his expression became a little...
Ranran.
Wang Meng helped to relieve the siege and said, "Zhang Zhong, you are not honest. This is obviously a completed poem, so why say it is only one sentence."
"I made a mistake." Zhang Chong said with a smile.
"This poem..." Wang Meng was about to speak when he suddenly saw Liu Yuan rolling up the paper on the table.
"Liu Yuan, what are you doing?"
The stolen writing was discovered. Liu Yuan said without changing his expression, "This table is a mess. I'll help you clean it up."
Wang Yi, who was standing next to him, said, "This table is not messy at all. Besides, you can just clean the table if you want to. Why accept Zhang Zhong's poems?"
"Isn't this meant to be collected from top to bottom?" Liu Yuan argued.
Wang Meng laughed and said, "Both the word and the poem are Zhang Zhong, and I can't take them by force. So, Zhang Zhong, who do you want to tell them to?"
This question is easy to answer. Zhang Zhong said, "This ink, paper and inkstone all belong to Mr. Wang's family, so naturally this word will be handled by Mr. Wang."
"Haha, then I won't be polite. In this case, Ke Wang, haven't you been asking me for calligraphy before? Take Zhang Zhong's calligraphy back so that it can be framed."
Wang Kewang suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you, old man."
Liu Yuan still refused to give up and said to Wang Kewang, "I know a good framer, why don't I help you frame it?"
How could Wang Kewang not know what Liu Yuan was thinking? He waved his hands and said, "Go, go, go."
The matter of writing poems came to an end, and Wang Kewang became the final winner.
Lin Ai is actually a little itchy, but no matter what the turn of everyone here, I'm afraid it won't be his turn to get this calligraphy.
When Wang Kewang put away Zhang Zhong's words, Lin Ai looked at his poem on the table and felt extremely ashamed. Speaking of it, he still had the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman.
Wang Meng was concerned about Lin Ai's face and said, "Zhang Zhong's poem has been given to Ke Wang, so I will keep Lin Ai's poem for myself. Lin Ai, do you have any objections?"
"It's an honor." Lin Ai didn't have any objections. It was too late for him to thank Wang Meng for helping him.