In fact, at the end of the day, Zhang Zhong writes to make the words how he likes them, and at the same time to express his emotions at a certain period of time.
Xu Hai and others prefer artistic expression when writing.
However, although Xu Hai is engaged in art, he is not unsophisticated. He said with a smile, "I heard that Teacher Zhang came to CAFA this morning. I was still thinking about what kind of wind could bring your giant Buddha here. It turns out that this wind is Dean He."
and Dean Wu.”
He Ruchu quickly waved his hand and said, "It has nothing to do with me. He didn't even notify me when he came."
Zhang Zhong smiled, this old man was so petty, he had not informed him about this at least five times since they met.
"Director Xu is teaching students? We didn't disturb you, did we?"
"No, no, there are not many people in the studio on weekends, and we are busy at leisure. You came just in time. I think we should not stay here in the calligraphy teaching and research room. Let's go to the landscape teaching and research room. The place over there is spacious and brighter. No.
It seems cramped here." Xu Hai said with a smile.
He Ruchu said with a smile, "You are complaining to me."
"Oh - I didn't mean that. Dean He, don't think too much about it."
"I think that's what you mean."
Seeing the two of them bickering, Zhang Zhong also had a preliminary understanding of Xu Hai's temper.
Of course, you can actually tell the clues from the way he is dressed and the pipe in his mouth.
If he wasn't aloof from the secular world, he probably wouldn't come here to teach students wearing an undershirt.
Everyone did not stay in the calligraphy teaching and research room for long, and soon went to the landscape, flower and bird teaching and research room.
After entering the Shanshui, Flower and Bird Teaching and Research Office, Zhang Zhong finally understood why Xu Hai had complained just now.
The scales of these two teaching and research offices are completely different.
Different from the cramped scene in the calligraphy teaching and research room, the landscape, flower and bird teaching and research room is indeed much more spacious.
There is only one person in the teaching and research office at this time.
He Ruchu pointed to the middle-aged man who was painting and said, "This is a landscape. Liang Xiao, deputy director of the Flower and Bird Teaching and Research Office, his landscape paintings are unique."
Xu Hai, who was standing next to him, broke the story and said, "Dean He, you are wrong to say that. Teacher Fang Keyin's landscape painting is the best, and Liang Xiao's landscape painting can only be regarded as the second best."
Liang Xiao, who was painting, picked up his pen and turned around with a smile, "I heard Xu Hai saying bad things about me from afar."
Xu Hai smiled and said, "To say that your attainments in landscape painting are only lower than those of Teacher Fang Keyin, is this considered a bad word?"
Liang Xiao also saw Zhang Zhong and the others at this moment, so he ignored Xu Hai and said to Zhang Zhong with a smile, "I asked why the magpie outside the window keeps chirping. It turns out that there are distinguished guests coming."
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "I didn't disturb your painting, did I?"
"No, no, it's just finished." Liang Xiao put down the pen and stretched his waist.
Xu Hai leaned over and said, "What are you drawing? Let me take a look."
After watching it, Xu Hai said disappointedly, "It's the same old thing again."
Liang Xiao retorted, "Don't you write Chinese calligraphy every day? I've never seen you write anything else. I'll wait until you come up with some foreign calligraphy before I say this."
Zhang Zhong followed He Ruchu and walked over.
He looked at the scenery in the painting and said with a smile, "Is this the painting of the rising sun on Mount Tai?"
"Teacher Zhang has good eyesight." Liang Xiao praised.
Xu Hai pointed to the stone steps in the painting and the temple on the top, "Isn't this obvious?"
Liang Xiao rolled her eyes at Xu Hai, then smiled and said to Zhang Zhong, "I went to Mount Tai again a few days ago."
Zhang nodded and said, "What Dean He said is true. Teacher Liang's landscape painting skills are indeed extraordinary. The sun embraces fusang and jumps, and the sky crosses the sky. The dynamic image of the sun rising over the East China Sea is vividly displayed on the paper, which is fascinating."
Liang Xiao's eyes lit up, "The sun embraces the fusang trees, and the sky is full of rocks. Is there any origin for this sentence?"
"There is no source." Zhang Zhong shook his head.
"Could it be that Teacher Zhang was inspired by this?"
Zhang Dian nodded. He was now very thick-skinned, so he blamed Li Mengyang's poem on himself.
He Ruchu still understood Zhang Zhong, so he took a step forward and said, "There must be more than just this, right?"
"More than that, there are a few more words."
Hearing Zhang Zhong's words, Liang Xiaofu felt deep in his heart and quickly handed over the pen, "Please give me some advice from Teacher Zhang."
Zhang Zhong looked at He Ruchu and Wu Ziyun. They both looked expectant, and then smiled and said, "Okay, then I will show my shame."
"Teacher Zhang, write here."
There is no blank space in this painting. Liang Xiao pointed to the area where the red sun was shining and said.
Zhang Dian nodded, then recalled it in his mind before he started writing.
He wrote slowly and slowly, and everyone's eyes followed the movement of his nose.
The words are written on the paper and printed in everyone's hearts.
Bowing down to Yuan Qilu, looking eastward towards the sea like a cup.
On one peak of Dou Ran, I don’t believe that thousands of mountains are blooming.
Fusang leaps in the arms of the sun, and rocks come from across the sky.
After writing this, Zhang Zhong paused.
He Ruchu asked, "What's wrong? Have you finished writing?"
Zhang Zhong shook his head and then continued to write the last sentence.
You see, after the beginning of the Qin Dynasty, there was still the Emperor's Tower of the Han Dynasty.
He originally didn't want to write the last sentence.
The first few lines of this poem are all about scenery, but the last two lines are mocking Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han.
Both Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty held Zen ceremonies at Mount Tai, and the last two sentences were a mockery of Emperor Qin and Emperor Wu of Han for their stubborn pursuit of immortality.
Of course, we may not be able to draw such a conclusion just by reading this poem. After all, the literal meaning of this sentence is quite simple.
[Look after Qin Shihuang, there was also Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty who granted Zen status.]
However, it was precisely because of Zhang Zhong's pause that He Ruchu and the others had many ideas.
Why pause before these two sentences?
These two sentences seem very ordinary.
Does it mean something else?
Such a quality.
Other meanings come out.
Wu Ziyun thought: Is it because the last sentence was temporarily changed? It was originally a scene description, but later I felt it was not deep enough, so I changed it to another sentence?
Liang Xiao thought: If it was just to use this sentence to set off Taishan's fame, he shouldn't have stopped for so long. Maybe it was because Zhang Zhong had any special thoughts about Feng Chan?
Xu Hai thought: There must be something else, otherwise this sentence would be too abrupt to say, and such an ordinary sentence would not cause a pause.
He Ruchu thought: Could it be that Zhang Zhong was dissatisfied with Emperor Qin Shihuang and Emperor Wu of Han who were so happy with their achievements and seeking immortality that he deliberately used this sentence to mock them?
Xu Yuhan thought: There was a pause, it was a bit strange.
Pengpeng thought: This sun is like the yolk of a salted duck egg.
Everyone has their own ideas.
Zhang Zhong didn't expect that such a pause would cause a "misunderstanding", but he couldn't care less. After finishing the poem, he put down his brush and said with a smile: "It's embarrassing."
Only then did Liang Xiao and the others wake up.
Regardless of their doubts about the last sentence, the first few sentences fit perfectly with the imagery of the painting.
In other words, this poem is perfectly consistent with Mount Tai.
Xu Hai blinked, alas, Zhang Zhong can be remembered by people just by his poems.