"Potential" is a mysterious and mysterious feeling, which cannot be seen or touched, but can be truly felt. It is the embodiment of the calligrapher immersed in a certain artistic conception, which is indescribable, unclear, and only peers can see the way.

Just like a person who practices martial arts, he can sense the fierce spirit from him, and the "potential" of calligraphy is different.

According to the woman's knowledge, in the process of calligraphy writing, there are few calligraphers in the country who can gather momentum.

"I don't know if this is a coincidence, or if this Taoist master can enter this artistic conception at any time?"

The artistic conception is very subtle, and many calligraphers with this artistic conception are often unable to enter this artistic conception. To have such an artistic conception, perhaps not once in ten or eight years, this also causes the preciousness of these calligraphers.

The woman's reaction Zhang Daoran didn't care, he just casually lifted the pen, his mood was immersed in the poem just now, dipped in ink, Zhang Daoran wrote very naturally.

"The poem "Qingming" is no wonder it creates such a sad atmosphere......"

The name of the poem jumped on the page, and the woman suddenly realized.

Chinese characters have been passed down for thousands of years, and each character has a different meaning. Legend has it that ancient calligraphers could write a single sword character and make people dare not look at it directly. When she heard about this before, the woman's heart was very yearning, and today she has witnessed this kind of miracle.

"Last spring, the flowers bloomed here......"

When the word "go" was written, the woman seemed to be standing in the open field, and a sheep intestine path led straight into the distance. The sheep intestine path is full of flowers on both sides, and with the spring breeze, the flowers sway, exuding an alluring fragrance.

Suddenly, spring goes to autumn, the autumn wind is bleak, and the petals fall one by one, turning into dirt and dust.

Suddenly, the scene changed again, in the empty field, it was drizzling, and a scribe in a robe stood in front of a lonely grave, his body full of desolation......

"Layman, I've already written a ......"

Zhang Daoran's voice woke up the woman, she felt a little cool on her face, the woman wiped it, it turned out that she had just shed tears......

Looking at the table, the ink was not dry, and the handwriting was not much different from that on the wall outside. The woman was fascinated by it at first glance, and between the lines, the feeling just now was much lighter, but it still revealed a trace of sadness.

Some people have beautiful and delicate fonts, some have rough calligraphy, and some are just and peaceful. Zhang Daoran's writing is naturally accompanied by a touch of sadness. Beautiful calligraphy does not mean achievement, the rare value of a calligrapher is the kind of "potential" in the font.

Watching Zhang Daoran continue to look through her phone, looking for verses, the woman muttered in a trance: "Dao Chief, this pair is enough......"

Zhang Daoran is not famous, and there are few people who know him. The woman thinks that no one can surpass Zhang Daoran's words.

One precious thing is enough, but more than one has no original value.

Zhang Daoran glanced at the woman suspiciously, but did not refuse, put down the pen and walked out of the room. Only then did the woman repent: "Such a Mobao, I actually took the initiative to give up a pair of ......"

The woman regretted it very much in her heart, and couldn't help but roll her eyes when she looked at Zhang Daoran's back: "You're welcome, I spent money." ”

It's just that the words have been spoken, and it is difficult to collect the water. But admiring this picture, the woman smiled again: "I'm afraid no one dares to believe this kind of experience today, watching others write a few words, and witnessing another world." ”

The woman's teacher can gather momentum, and it is a rare calligrapher. Compared with Zhang Daoran's gathering momentum just now, the woman found that her teacher was more than inferior. The kind of potential of calligraphy is revealed between the fonts, and the individual itself cannot express it......

For no reason, because she was missing a pair of Zhang Daoran's ink treasure in one sentence, the woman felt sorry in her heart, but she was still very happy. So much so that during the meal, Li Daniu called his daughter-in-law a few times, and the woman didn't care at all.

When eating, Zhang Daoran ate very uncomfortable. The woman took out calligraphy from time to time to observe, Li Daniu didn't eat the seastuffs in the past, and the bowl in front of the woman was full of fish and meat, and they were all meat without thorns on the belly.

Freshwater fish are different from marine fish, and most of them have a lot of down spines on their bodies except for a few main spines on their belly. And the meat on the belly of the fish is also the most fragrant. Li Daniu seems to really regard the woman as his daughter-in-law, and he is reluctant to eat it, so he gives it all to the woman......

After eating some dishes and drinking a bowl of porridge, Zhang Daoran got up and left directly.

"Daughter-in-law, ......" Zhang Daoran got up and left, and Li Daniu whispered: "Don't look at it, what's so beautiful about these words." Every year during the Chinese New Year, every household writes couplets, and it feels similar to this. Eat it, I've got all the meat from the belly of the fish for you...... The meat of the belly of the fish is the best. ”

The woman smiled indifferently, looked at the meat in her bowl, shook her head, stood up and did not eat.

A strange man dipped his saliva and sandwiched meat for himself, and the woman felt that she couldn't eat it.

"What a beautiful ......"

The woman smiled indifferently, and Li Daniu was stunned for an instant.

There was no lie in the fool's mouth, and the woman accepted this praise with peace of mind. Glancing at Zhang Daoran in front of the Taoist temple, the woman walked over.

"Aren't you hungry?" Li Daniu's face was full of doubts, and then he smiled: "If you don't eat me...... Hey hey ......"

"The Taoist ......"

When he came to Zhang Daoran's side, he looked at the woman and said in a very polite tone: "This is really a paradise, isolated from the world, and the scenery is very beautiful." ”

nodded, Zhang Daoran agreed very much, the island in the freshwater lake like the island in the middle of the lake is extremely rare, and the surrounding scenery is indeed very beautiful.

"Who did you learn calligraphy from?"

Zhang Daoran's calligraphy is natural, and the gathering momentum is like an abyss. The woman was very curious, who could teach Zhang Daoran calligraphy everyone?

"It's okay to scribble ...... yourself"

The woman knew that Zhang Daoran didn't tell the truth, and she didn't care, and said with a smile: "Dao Chang is really talented......

Scribbling it yourself?

So as a person who has learned calligraphy since childhood and grew up in a calligraphy family, with more than 20 years of study and guidance from famous teachers, it is better for you to write and paint indiscriminately?

"The Taoist ......"

As soon as the woman spoke, Zhang Daoran opened her mouth and interrupted the woman's next words: "Needless to say, the poor Dao is fooled." Divination marriage is fake, and the calligraphy that comes to trick the poor is true. As for what you think in your heart, don't say it, the poor road will not accept disciples. ”

The woman was shocked in her heart, and then she realized that she still underestimated Zhang Daoran.

There was embarrassment flashing in his eyes, and he smiled bitterly: "In this way, I will disturb the Taoist, and Yu Ting will leave......"

was revealed the secret in her heart, and the woman felt really embarrassed to stay any longer. He didn't return to the Taoist temple, and turned around and left directly.

"Big cow, send the female layman ......"

If the woman wants to go, Zhang Daoran will not stay together, and if she says goodbye today, I don't know when we will meet. Li Daniu, an "infatuated man", doesn't know how long he will be sad. Let Li Daniu send the woman, and get along more with some time.

"I'm eating, I don't have time to ......"

Unexpectedly, Li Daniu in the Taoist temple directly refused. It seems that nothing is as important as his meal.

The woman waved her hand again and again: "No need, I'll just call my uncle and aunt to pick it up......"

Saying that, he hurried down the mountain, seemingly afraid of Li Daniu.

"Female layman, help poor Dao to bring a message to Li Kuan, so that he can come here for a while......"

Until the woman's figure walked away, Zhang Daoran glanced at Li Daniu, and said to himself: "The top of the mountain should also be transformed......