"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are howling in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sands of Zhugistan.
The endless falling trees rustled down, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.
Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.
Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass becomes turbid when it is new."
Seeing Wan Yunting's pen as sharp as a sword, and freely and freely writing Du Fu's seven-character poem "Deng Gao" on the rice paper, Tang Boyun was greatly inspired. He couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised: "Good calligraphy, really good calligraphy..."
"Well, paired with Du Fu's "Deng Gao", it has a lot of artistic conception and momentum, good!"
Fan Liren also nodded and clapped, and the masters Cao Hui and Wang Mianzhi also smiled and nodded in agreement.
Huang Yaodong, Lin Yushu, Hou Xuesong and others were filled with envy when they saw Mr. Fan and other big guys praising Wan Yunting's calligraphy. Gu Luotang was smiling, looking at the man with eyes filled with emotion.
Love, I feel proud of him.
"Old Zhang, quickly frame this picture and put it in the empty space."
Tang Boyun immediately asked the manager to frame Wan Yunting's painting and hang it on the fifth floor.
"I'll go and hang it on the fifth floor..."
When Hou Xuesong and Lin Yushu saw that Tang Boyun was going to hang Wan Yunting's calligraphy on the fifth floor of Jubao Pavilion, together with the works of ancient masters and masters such as Fan Lao, they exclaimed, "This is so amazing."
What an honor."
Tang Boyun looked at Wan Yunting and smiled and said: "Yunting, with your calligraphy, you are not inferior to those masters at all. Even if Mr. Fan is not here, I still have to put your works on the fifth floor!"
"It's true, even us old folks can't write as well as Xiao Wan when we write in thin gold style."
The masters Cao Hui and Wang Mianzhi nodded and smiled.
Fan Liren even said: "You are the only one who can write in thin gold style with such boldness and imperial power in recent years!"
"Oh my god, this is such a high rating..."
Zhao Yushi couldn't help but exclaimed. Huang Yaodong, Lin Yushu and Hou Xuesong were even more envious. They were definitely the first among young people to be praised by such a master as Mr. Fan.
"Mr. Fan, you have given me the prize, but Mr. Tang, if I put my word on your fifth floor, I don't have to pay, right?"
Immediately, Wan Yunting joked to Tang Boyun.
This made him look stunned, and he immediately said: "Oh, look at what you said, I, Tang, still have to give you money. By the way, Yunting, did you participate in the Lanting Award Calligraphy Competition?"
"Um."
Wan Yunting nodded, pointed at Gu Luotang and Huang Yaodong beside him and said with a smile: "We are here to participate in the calligraphy competition."
"Okay, okay..."
Tang Boyun was excited, pointed at him and said to Fan Liren and the others: "I bet that Wan Yunting can win the first prize in this Lanting Award Calligraphy Competition. When the value of your calligraphy works increases, I will buy your calligraphy at that price."
How is the work?"
"sweat…"
Wan Yunting waved his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Tang, don't mention me. I was just joking."
"Ha ha…"
Fan Liren and Cao Hui laughed, but Tang Boyun said very seriously that he wanted to buy Wan Yunting's calligraphy, which made him unable to do anything.
So Huang Yaodong and others also privately dragged Wan Yunting and asked him to let Fan Liren write a calligraphy for everyone to see on the spot.
"Okay, then I'll write one."
Wan Yunting spoke, and Fan Liren naturally agreed, which surprised Tang Boyun, Cao Hui and Wang Miuzhi. It seemed that Mr. Fan really liked Wan Yunting.
Because everyone knows that Fan Liren rarely paints or writes calligraphy in recent years, and almost never writes in public. Unexpectedly, Wan Yunting agreed as soon as he opened his mouth.
Fan Liren was seen holding a brush, and Wan Yunting was holding a ruler to help him smooth out the rice paper. Fan Li's eyes suddenly widened slightly, and he started to sway the brush on the rice paper. That kind of wild brushwork, using the strength of his wrist, the brush
Follow your heart, and the words are like your mood. It can be seen that Fan Liren is in a very happy mood now, so his writing gives people a very free and easy feeling...
"He is worthy of being a great figure in the literary world, but what he wrote in this crazy way is nothing short of awesome..."
Lin Yushu and Hou Xuesong, who were watching, saw Mr. Fan's wild cursive calligraphy. They were so excited that they couldn't express their excitement. They could only stare wide-eyed, watch with concentration, and use the word "ox" to praise.
Tang Boyun, Cao Hui and Wang Mianzhi nodded their heads...
Huang Yaodong and Zhao Yushi, Lin Yushu and Hou Xuesong, Gu Luotang and Qi Miaomiao were stunned and their mouths opened wide.
I'm afraid Wan Yunting was the only person present who didn't show an exaggerated expression, but he had to admit that Mr. Fan's cursive calligraphy was good.
“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 up and down suddenly stop flowing..."
This poem written by Fan Liren is really a great man's Qinyuanchun. It fully expresses the majestic momentum of thousands of miles of mountains and lakes in the poem. Tang Boyun is so excited that his lips are trembling. If this work can be hung in Jubao
The fifth floor of the pavilion was definitely the honor of his life.
"The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to bend over."
Wan Yunting, who was standing next to him, looked at Mr. Fan writing this sentence and couldn't help nodding his head to praise the great man's heroic spirit, and his heart couldn't help but surge with passion...
Huang Yaodong, Zhao Yushi, Lin Yushu, Hou Xuesong, Gu Luotang and Qi Miaomiao also widened their eyes, and their whole bodies were trembling slightly with excitement. With Fan Liren's last stroke, they perfectly transformed the content of this Qin Yuanchun poem.
The momentum was shown.
"Good words, good words..."
After reacting, Tang Boyun, Huang Yaodong and Zhao Yushi couldn't help but clapped their hands and exclaimed, their faces full of excitement.
Fan Liren put down his brush, smiled at them and waved his hand, turned to Wan Yunting and said, "How about Xiao Wan, can I, a little old man, write okay?"
"It's not that it's okay, it's that it's too good."
Only Wan Yunting behaved naturally, not as exaggeratedly as Huang Yaodong and Lin Yushu.
"Ha ha…"
Fan Liren laughed.
Tang Boyun excitedly raised his hands and saluted: "Mr. Fan, I dare to ask you to hang this calligraphy treasure on the fifth floor!"
"take it."
Fan Liren waved his hand and smiled nonchalantly.
"Thank you, Mr. Fan..."
Tang Boyun was so excited that he almost jumped up. He was destined to have trouble sleeping tonight.
"By the way, Xiaowan, do you write cursive characters?"
Fan Liren asked immediately.
"Well, thank you sometimes."
Wan Yunting nodded and smiled.
"Then write it to me."
Fan Liren stepped aside and asked him to write it for a look. Maybe he could give him some pointers...
"Brother Yunting, can you write cursive characters?"
Qi Miaomiao exclaimed, and Gu Luotang was surprised, because they only knew that Wan Yunting wrote calligraphy in thin gold script, but they had never seen him write calligraphy in other fonts.
"Yeah, I know a little bit."
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded, then picked up the brush that Fan Liren had just used. Fan Liren personally took the ruler and smoothed the newly laid rice paper for him...
I'm afraid he is the only one who receives such treatment, not even Fan Liren's granddaughter.
As Wan Yunting picked up the pen, his eyes widened slightly, and his whole person suddenly released an astonishing aura. Fan Liren beside him was suddenly startled, and looked at this young man in great surprise...
Next to them, Tang Boyun, Cao Hui, Wang Mianzhi, Gu Luotang, Qi Miaomiao, and Huang Yaodong also had shocked expressions. Everyone could clearly feel the powerful aura released from Wan Yunting's body.
, is like a huge stone pressing on everyone's hearts, giving people a depressing feeling!
And this aura is naturally the murderous aura released invisibly by Wan Yunting!
I saw the brush in his hand turned into a sword, and began to wave in the rice paper. Each stroke was like a sword sweeping across. Fan Liren beside him couldn't help but stare at the brush in his hand. The sword energy was like a sword.
Hong, with an aura as if he was going into battle to kill the enemy, his heart couldn't help but tremble...
“In those days, I traveled thousands of miles to search for a prince, and I used my horse to garrison Liangzhou.
Where does the dream of Guanhe end?
Dusty old mink fur.
Hu is still alive, his temples are beginning to fall, and his tears are empty.
Who would have expected that in this life, my heart will be in Tianshan and my body will be in Cangzhou."
This is Lu You's heartfelt poem. In the first half of the sentence, Wan Yunting conveys the heroic ambition and the ambition to make contributions to the country, as if he is the general in the poem, waving the sword in his hand.
The heroic spirit of killing everyone is completely expressed.
And in the second half of the sentence, it transformed into the kind of sadness and unwillingness, walking alone into the river of blood and the tragic scene of the broken mountains and rivers. The heroic words that once swallowed up the mountains and rivers have now turned into blood and tears and flowed in the long river of time.
…
The scene was so vivid that Fan Liren, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but feel his eyes turn red, and his heart was racing...
"call…"
Even Wan Yunting, who had finished writing, picked up the brush and looked at the words he had written, and let out a heavy breath...
Looking at the poem he wrote, Lu You expresses his heartfelt feelings. This is also the first time he has written this poem, and it is also the only poem he can remember. The meaning perfectly interprets the scene Lu You experienced in the Song Dynasty, which is very impressive.
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For a moment, the breathing of everyone present became rapid. It seemed that Tang Boyun, Cao Hui, Wang Mianzhi, as well as Gu Luotang and Huang Yaodong could also see the heroic and sad autumn expression in Wan Yunting's wild cursive calligraphy.
The scene made them seem to have seen the scene of an ancient general leading an army to defend the country and the people against the Huns and barbarians, and everyone's emotions became surging...
Finally, we saw the mountains and rivers breaking apart and blood flowing into rivers. The helplessness made everyone's eyes red and they could not recover for a long time.
"Good words, really good words..."
Finally, Fan Liren was the first to react. The old man was so excited that he couldn't help but pat the desk and cheered repeatedly.
At this time, Tang Boyun, Cao Hui, Wang Mianzhi, Gu Luotang, Huang Yaodong and others also calmed down. Everyone was also excited and praised: "Brother Yun Ting, I didn't expect that besides the thin gold style writing, you are so good at this."
The cursive handwriting is so good, I really admire it."
"yes."
Lin Yushu said excitedly: "Looking at your painting of Lu You's heartfelt expressions and heroic strokes, it seems to have brought them back to that era. What I saw and heard is really heart-pounding."
"Well, the writing style gives off a sense of momentum!"
Tang Boyun's eyes widened as he stared at the wild cursive calligraphy work. He seemed to have thought of something. He looked up at Wan Yunting, his fingers trembled with excitement, and shouted: "It's murderous!"