Today's early morning is a rare warm sunny day, obviously it is a cold winter wax moon, but it gives people the illusion of early spring, there are many pedestrians hurrying forward on the mountain road, most of them have a destination - Chung Kook Hope School.

And Lin Ping also woke up early, dressed much more formal than usual, and dressed up a lot, so that he looked very good spirited, and the other teachers did the same, according to Lin Ping's requirements, they came to school early to prepare for the parent-teacher meeting later.

Lin Ping, Zhang Yipeng and others moved out a few tables and placed them at the entrance of the school, on which were placed with red paper and pen and ink, and parents who came to the school in advance could ask a few teachers for Spring Festival couplets.

Having said that, these old teachers are very remarkable in both soft pen calligraphy and hard pen calligraphy, and the words written in the pen carry that strong traditional cultural charm, revealing a timeless cultural atmosphere, which is far from being comparable to contemporary young people.

Most young people nowadays may have forgotten how to hold a brush, and even many office workers have not picked up a pen to write a few words for a long time because they only use mobile phones and computers.

For young people, there are some words that can be typed on a mobile phone or typed out on a keyboard, but when they pick up a pen, they forget how to write that word.

"Principal Lin, you come and write one. Zhao Zhongyi handed the brush in his hand to Lin Ping, who was watching from the sidelines.

Lin Ping hurriedly shook his hand and said, "No, no, it's too ugly, it's too ugly, it's too ugly for me to write it, it's unseemly." ”

But as soon as Zhao Zhongyi spoke, the other teachers and the surrounding parents all followed suit, looking at the posture, Lin Ping couldn't write today.

Lin Ping took the brush in Zhao Zhongyi's hand hard, and under the gaze of so many people, Lin Ping felt that the hand holding the brush was a little trembling.

What is the level of his own brush Lin Ping knows very well in his heart, and when he was in elementary school, he took a few calligraphy classes at school due to the hard requirements from above, and he has never touched a brush since then.

At this time, Shi Weiqing saw Zhang Yipeng, who was smiling happily, and said, "Teacher Zhang, you are smiling so happily, you can also write two strokes." ”

Shi Weiqing's words attracted the attention of the vast number of melon-eating audiences to Zhang Yipeng, Zhang Yipeng, who was originally smiling and watching the play, gradually solidified his smile after Shi Weiqing said this, Shi Weiqing was nakedly pit him.

Zhang Yipeng can't even write hard pen words, let alone brush words.

"No, no, I can't. The words I wrote were like crawling. Zhang Yipeng said as he stepped back.

But at this time, Yu Mengfei, who was beside Zhang Yipeng, suddenly pushed Zhang Yipeng to the front with both hands, and said with a smile: "Teacher Zhang has practiced, and he can write well with a brush." ”

As Yu Mengfei's words came out, the eyes of the audience focused on Zhang Yipeng, who was pushed to the middle, and Zhang Yipeng looked at his girlfriend Yu Mengfei with a confused expression: When did I practice? Why don't I know.

It was just a matter of being cleared by Shi Wei, Zhang Yipeng never expected to be sold by his girlfriend.

And Shi Weiqing also stuffed the brush in his hand into Zhang Yipeng's hand, and said: "Look at your teacher Zhang, you are still modest. ”

Zhang Yipeng looked at Yu Mengfei in despair, Yu Mengfei made a cheering gesture to Zhang Yipeng with both hands in fists, and encouraged him with a smile: "Come on!"

Zhang Yipeng looked at Yu Mengfei and forced a bleak smile with a smile.

Lin Ping and Zhang Yipeng are holding brushes, you look at me, I look at you, looking at each other, a little I don't know how to write. And Lin Ping was still in a very comfortable mood after seeing that Zhang Yipeng was also pitted, after all, there was someone with him now.

Lin Ping and Zhang Yipeng both began to write ink-colored handwriting on the red paper that represented blessing and festivity.

"I'll write the upper couplet, and you write the lower couplet. Lin Ping said to Zhang Yipeng on the side.

Zhang Yipeng nodded and said, "Okay, what do you write in Shanglian?"

Lin Ping thought for a while and said: "Spring, summer, autumn and winter, Kyushu is picturesque. ”

As soon as Lin Ping spoke, the people around him applauded, but this Shanglian stumped Zhang Yipeng, Zhang Yipeng is a science student, and a sports student, his literary attainments are not very deep, and he is not how to deal with Xialian for a while, so he can only look at his girlfriend Yu Mengfei for help.

Yu Mengfilo groaned and said: "The southeast and northwest have been a family in China for thousands of years. ”

As soon as Yu Mengfei finished speaking, everyone applauded, although some mountain people were not very able to comprehend the cultural charm in the couplet between the two, but they sounded very talented.

After listening to the couplet between the two, several old teachers admired them from the bottom of their hearts, and kept chattering: "Talented, Principal Lin and Teacher Yu are very talented." ”

Ma Zhongguo even opened his mouth to praise: "Spring, summer, autumn and winter are to the southeast and northwest, thousands of miles of Kyushu are matched with thousands of years of China, the rivers and mountains are picturesque, and the four seas are like a family." Then I'll make a horizontal criticism: Great Beauty China!"

After Ma Zhongguo finished speaking, the mountain people applauded again.

After the couplet was determined, Lin Ping and Zhang Yipeng also wrote the Spring Festival couplet.

Although Lin Ping hasn't touched the brush for a long time, the skills of hard pen calligraphy are there, and the few words written out are decent, although it is a little awkward, but it can also be seen, and there is a trace of charm.

Zhang Yipeng on the side was completely free of himself, shaking his arm, waving his pen, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and the place where the brush danced left a trace of ink.

The operation is as fierce as a tiger, but it is actually like a two hundred and five.

Shi Weiqing looked at Zhang Yipeng's words and frowned, looked at them carefully and said, "Teacher Zhang, you ...... words."

"What's the matter? I'm good at cursive!" Zhang Yipeng's wife sold melons and boasted of herself, carrying forward the shameless spirit, obviously waving two strokes indiscriminately, but she called it cursive in her name.

Shi Weiqing said: "Your word is very similar to the traces of a child's bedwetting." ”

Shi Weiqing laughed after speaking, the others also laughed, and Zhang Yipeng also touched his hair and smirked.

After Lin Ping and Zhang Yipeng finished writing, Ma Zhongguo came up and waved his pen again, and wrote the four big characters of "Great Beauty China" on the red paper.

Although Lin Ping and Zhang Yipeng's handwriting is not good-looking, the Spring Festival couplets co-written by the three of them are still scrambling for them by the old folks of Kushan.

"Principal Lin, give me this Spring Festival couplet!"

"Give it to me!"

Seeing that everyone was going to quarrel over this Spring Festival couplet, Lin Ping said with a smile: "This Spring Festival couplet is not very suitable for sticking at home, I think it will stay in our school and use it myself." ”