Li He had breakfast and began to write Spring Festival couplets, and Fu Xia helped cut paper. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Every time he writes a pair, Li He has to take a proud look at it, and then let Fu Xia take it to the side to dry.

Look repeatedly, look at it from a different perspective, squint, look wide-eyed, look closer, look farther away. Ma Dan, how can it be so good-looking.

He felt that his calligraphy had improved now, and his writing was becoming more and more enjoyable.

The old man Yu was idle and walked in with his grandson in his hand, his grandson wrapped it like a zongzi, drooping his head and shrinking his neck, obviously unwilling, not wanting to be led around like a puppy like this.

Old man Yu is just trying to satisfy the bad taste of teasing Sun.

Fu Xia saw that the old man Yu was looking at Li He's words, and felt honored, and said, "Uncle Yu, my brother's words are good, it's very beautiful when you look at it."

Li He also stopped writing, his eyebrows turned up, and looked at the old man Yu with expectant eyes, the meaning was obvious, hurry up and praise it, praise it.

Old man Yu is an upright person, he never tells lies, and says directly, "The structure of the characters is right, and the pretending to be elegant, but there is no muscles and bones, and there is no pen peak." The characters look very thin, and some of the strokes are also very empty, without a sense of heaviness, giving people a feeling of being very weak, as if they are about to faint when they write. It's still the same old saying, words are like people."

When Li He heard this, he felt that his face was beaten painfully, and he scolded in his heart, I didn't throw your grandson into the well, you are so buried.

Fu Xia is really a good boy, and directly gave Li He a help, "I think it's just good-looking."

Old man Li continued to point to the Spring Festival couplets and said to Li He, "You should write at will according to your own temperament, you have not studied it systematically, and if you take a brush to write, you will say that it is calligraphy." I have been writing since elementary school, and then I studied Ouyang Xun for a while, and now I haven't held a pen for ten years, but if I write with a pen, it should be stronger than this."

Li He was unconvinced, although he also admitted in his heart that what the old man said was right, but no one had ever said that his words were ugly, and suddenly someone came to hit him, he definitely wanted to resist, so he asked, "Then you correct?"

Seeing that Li He didn't believe in evil, the old man Yu directly pointed to a 'five' character and said, "The pen you write is stiff, I will say the simplest word, the word 'five' you write is a line of writing, but the pen is very thick, and the middle of the hook should be connected with a gossamer, but you bring it directly, it seems that this 'five' character is very fat." There must be a basic shelf, and there must be an echo between the strokes, and you can draw it by saying it. Your disadvantage is that you like to "draw", one stroke is one stroke, clean and neat. Yan muscles and willow bones, the first lesson of calligraphy is generally about this, and a little deeper is to pay attention to hooks such as Qu Jin, Ge such as crossbows, vertical and horizontal elephants, low and ambitious. Where are you going to do this?".

Old man Yu was very excited when he said it, and he didn't care about Li He's face at all.

Li He was directly collapsed by the old man's beliefs, and he only felt that the sky was dark, and the words that he had been proud of for many years were actually refuted as worthless, and he must feel uncomfortable. However, he was originally a wild man, and no one had ever instructed him, so when he met an expert like Old Man Yu, of course, he still had an attitude of humbly asking for advice, and asked, "Then how do you practice?"

The old man said, "Let's start with horizontal skimming and vertical strokes, an average of one word a day, one thousand commonly used words, and it will take three years." The regular script is written for three years, and the line is written for three years, a total of six years, which are not counted as seals and Wei monuments. Spend another three or four years copying the Duobao Pagoda Tablet, and count it for ten years for you, and you will barely be able to get started by then."

After saying that, it seemed to be a victorious rooster, and he walked away with his head held high.

Seeing that Li He was listless, Fu Xia had to ask cautiously, "Do you continue to write?"

Li He waved his hand irritably, "Write a fart, it's embarrassing to post it." Give it to Old Man Yu and let him write it."

Fu Xia was no longer bored with herself, and packed up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and gave it to Old Man Yu.

Li He looked at the rows of couplets written on the ground, and the more he looked at it, the more angry he became, and he went directly over and hugged them, formed them into a ball, and threw them into the stove.

It seems that Yu Dehua is particularly happy to see Li He being hit, and when he enters the door and sees Li He's angry appearance, he humbly pats Li He on the shoulder, "Why are young people so depressed, do you specialize in art, right?"

"Roll the calf".

Yu Dehua was not angry at all, he came happily and left happily.

When Fu Xia came back with the rolled couplet, Li He couldn't wait to open it, only to see that each glyph was broken, the rhyme was vivid, and the wind was chic, this Li He admitted that he would never be able to write.

Li He didn't have the heart to eat at noon, Fu Xia comforted, "Brother, don't be discouraged, how old are you, he has been writing for fifty or sixty years, it is normal for you to be better than him, we will definitely write better than him in the future."

Li He glanced at Fu Xia, he has also practiced together for sixty years in two lifetimes, why is the gap between people so big.

If you set a standard for life, it is called a gap, and if you don't set it, it is called diversity, and the hard work or slack off day after day gives you the possibility of choice.

Xiao Wei came over in the afternoon, Li He ignored him, and directly blew him away, and then plugged in the door, and didn't open the door when he saw that no one came.

He took a notebook and started to practice again.

On the day of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, when the northwest wind blew, it was called a cold, dry and cold, and the ice pendant hanging on the eaves was one or two feet long. The ice in the pool in the front yard was a few centimeters thicker than usual, and Fu Xia stepped on it with the courage to shake it.

The chickens and ducks raised by He Fang in the yard were frozen and shrunk their necks, without any energy, and honestly stayed in the cage under the eaves of the wall.

Li He smashed all the ice cubes in the feeding basin, poured it out, washed it, added some hot water, and added some food, and the cage became lively.

A few dogs dislike the cold in the firewood room, and they rely on the table under the table in the lying hall house, and they can't get out, how comfortable it is to have heating, and the dog is not stupid.

There must also be hot soup in the rice bowl, otherwise they won't even glance at the rice bowl.

Fu Xia glanced at a few dogs lying crookedly on the ground, and then at the lazy Li He, and sighed in her heart.

Li He was reluctant to go out of the house, the stove burning next door, the smell of cinder wafted in the yard, many families in order to keep warm, and the foreign stove of the fifties and sixties was born, a coal-fired stove should have at least eight or nine chimneys, burning inferior coal from Xishan, the smoke was very high, and the smell of smoke was also very strong.

There are also stoves, stoves, and stoves, thinking of ways to keep warm, and there are still a few people like Li He who turn on the heating.

Incidents also happened from time to time, and the neighborhood committee often sent people to inspect it, and the door of Li He's house was photographed two or three times a week.

Before night, firecrackers began to sound everywhere, and the echo in the alley was very loud.

Li He set off firecrackers at the door, and then Yu Dehua's family business began to crackle.

After serving incense and lighting candles, Fu Xia has already served the dishes, the chicken, duck and fish are complete, and there are also five or six dishes.

Li He shared a glass of liquor with Fu Xia, "It's still comfortable to drink some wine."

Fu Xia handed Li He a red paper bag, "Come, take it, the year is auspicious."

Li He said, "What?".

"Red envelopes".

Li He, "....".

He seemed to have forgotten that Fu Xia was also older than him.

(To be continued.) )