The red makeup is a little ink, and the ink is close to Zhu and the ink are all in one person. This person is like a god, who knows that he is a pretty woman. —Epigraph

Two years ago in the spring, on the other side of the world it was early autumn. In the southern hemisphere country of New Zealand is another large city, Auckland. It was a special day for her.

On March 20th, the annual Sino-Singapore cultural exchange activity was held as scheduled in the Sasha Cultural Society in Auckland, where an exhibition of Chinese calligraphy and painting will be held every spring as scheduled, promoting Chinese culture and enriching the spiritual world of overseas Chinese.

This year's calligraphy and painting exhibition ushered in a special guest, it stands to reason that most of the people who like calligraphy are middle-aged people, or uncles and aunts, but Tong Ziru is an exception, there is only a little girl in the whole exhibition, I don't know who the old man led his granddaughter to force here.

Tong Ziru, who is not yet 20 years old, is now a student at the University of Auckland, and she is a beautiful doll that smells like milk, but she has been studying calligraphy for more than ten years. Although she grew up in New Zealand, she never dared to forget that she still has Chinese ancestry, probably because of her nature, since she was a child, she likes to study Chinese characters, and her calligraphy is also improving day by day while maintaining the ranking of the top three students, and she is learning calligraphy in her spare time.

She is a small child, but she has a big wish, she wants to return to China for development.

Despite the difficult conditions in reality, she is not short of money in the eyes of outsiders, and her good family conditions allow her to do what she likes as she wants.

But others don't know, it's just "looking good", for so many years, what supports her life is a dream, no one knows that she studies so hard because she doesn't want to rely on others, she wants to usher in her real life by herself.

A few days ago, she saw a calligraphy and painting exhibition held here in the school library, and she knew that there are events here every year. I heard that there will be Chinese calligraphy enthusiasts here in person, and she came with the attitude of wanting to ask for advice.

At ten o'clock in the morning of this day, when she came to the cultural club, it was already crowded, and when she just entered the door, she saw a row of words written on the propaganda board, which translated into Chinese means "Welcome Paul!" Next to the introduction, it was written that this person is a representative of Chinese international students, calligraphy level 10. I'm going to be speaking at the event today.

Tong Ziru is still looking forward to seeing this scholar, if she can, she is eager to be his younger sister, after all, they are all Linxi people, there is a saying in China, the villagers see the villagers with tears in their eyes!

She walked forward with confidence and confident, admiring the exhibition while wondering when the top student would appear.

I have to say that the technical content of the works in this exhibition is excellent, what a wonderful word. In calligraphy, pay attention to "Yan muscles and willow bones," a good brush is not only to give people visual enjoyment, but also to the feeling of flowing water and clouds through the back of the paper. Emphasizing floating clouds and frightening dragons, those works imitating the "Sacred Order of Collecting Characters" interpret the fluttering sense of Wang Xizhi's first line of books in the world.

Tong Ziru couldn't help nodding, she took out a DSLR camera from her schoolbag and took a few photos of her favorite works.

"It's good! It's good!" Hearing these two exclamations, accompanied by a burst of applause, Tong Ziru took down the camera and looked around, and saw a group of people surrounding the northeast corner, she guessed that someone might be writing on the spot, out of curiosity, she also walked forward.

When I got closer, I saw an old man with a gray-haired Chinese face sitting and writing calligraphy, apparently writing the words "Heaven rewards diligence" in Zhao style.

This old man's writing is not bad, but there are slight flaws, Zhao Mengfu's regular script is full and ready to stretch, and what he wrote is ...... Well, it's really "orderly"!

Maybe this is just an ordinary calligraphy enthusiast, the layman looks at the lively, the insider looks at the doorway, she is not an expert and sees some unreasonableness.

After watching it for a few minutes, she couldn't stand it, but it was not appropriate to point out the shortcomings of the other party in front of so many people, and she couldn't help but want to show her hands.

After the old man finished writing the word "diligence", she stepped forward and bowed lightly, and asked with a bright smile, "Hello, can I borrow a pen?"

The old man was also very kind, put down the pen in his hand, and his face was full of kindness, "This is from the society, you can use it, and the girl can also write?"

In the face of such a problem, she understands very well, she knows that ordinary Chinese young people do not like calligraphy very much, let alone write, let alone a foreigner.

She nodded politely, "I have been learning calligraphy since I was a child, and I want to try it." ”

When the people around heard this, most of them looked at them with disdain, and some of them whispered, "I think whose child is this child who is making trouble!" It is estimated that she can only write one or two words!"

And she was not discouraged when she heard these words, she still calmly walked to the table, put down the schoolbag, took out the sleeve sleeve from the schoolbag and put it on the sleeve that was rolled up, pulled out the chair and put it aside, then straightened her waist, picked up the big hao brush on the table and dipped it in ink to start writing.

Although she rarely uses Dahao, she is convinced that she can write well.

The people on the side are also talking about it, this kid is actually standing and writing, I'm afraid he can only play tricks!

At this time, she leaned over slightly, waving the paper as smoothly as a cloud of smoke, she wrote the same four words on the four-foot rice paper, and she didn't dare to gasp for the first word of the pen, holding her breath.

"Start the pen, press the pen, walk the pen, dip the pen under the pen, receive," this is the writing essentials of writing horizontal strokes, all say that the first stroke is difficult, but everything is difficult at the beginning, and then write the back strokes will be smooth.

The word in one go, she followed the essentials of "Bile Tablet", with the pen to pay attention to the intention of the pen first, the pen to the law, the pen to close the front, the turn of the setback, tame and elegant, the turn of the pen is round, the strength is appropriate, that is, the balance is strange.

After these four words were written, several uncles cast approving glances, and the old man also gave a thumbs up, "It's really good, I didn't expect you to write so well at a young age! Are you interested in writing a few more words for us?"

Tong Ziru also came to be interested, her eyes were full of autumn water, and there was a hint of smile in her warm eyes, in order to play better, she took out the head rope and curled up her slightly curly seaweed long hair. Then her left hand picked up another Zhonghao brush on the table, and this time, she had to write with both hands.

With two handwritten brushes, it was the first time for the onlookers to see each other, and some people picked up their mobile phones to record this scene.

She was not in a hurry, and immediately wrote a page of Wang Xizhi's "Sacred Religious Order of Collecting Characters", which was written coherently throughout the whole process, and then wrote a few words in the official book of "Cao Quan".

The line of calligraphy is chic and elegant, the gesture is euphemistic and has the charm of Wang Xizhi, and the official book has the characteristics of silkworm head and goose tail.

It only took ten minutes to write so many words, which is great for writing on four-foot rice paper.

As soon as she stopped writing, there was applause from the crowd, and she looked up to see a man about twenty years of her age on the opposite side of the table clapping, and the others began to applaud as well.

She smiled and bowed again to thank her, when she heard a voice "perfect"!

It was the boy who took the lead in applauding this.

"Prize!"

"I used to be able to speak Chinese, did you learn Chinese on purpose?" the boy leaned closer, his eyes looking at the words, but his tone was towards her.

She looked at this Chinese, he was very tall, half a head taller than her height of 1.71 meters, wheat-colored skin with a touch of sword eyebrows, amber pupils and a pair of deep eyes, but gave people a sense of youthful and old demeanor. He was dressed in a black suit and looked like a staff member here.

"I started in elementary school Chinese. She bowed her head slightly.

"I didn't expect you to know so much at such a young age. ”

"Passing the prize," she smiled slightly, "the main thing is liking, interest can contribute to a lot of things." ”

He was about to say anything more, when suddenly an older man with glasses came over and broke their conversation in a rough voice, still in Chinese, "Good!Paul, we're ready!"

What's the situation? He's Paul? Is he the boy who is the tenth grade of calligraphy? But he's only twenty years old, so young and tenth, and it's very good to be invited to give a lecture.

She was still a little foggy, but he was smiling, he said to her that he was not with her, so he put away his smile and followed Uncle Yang to the hall.

Seeing that the others were also leaving, she also put down the pen in her hand, and before she had time to take off her sleeve, she picked up her schoolbag and left.

When I came to the hall, it was basically full. She found a corner seat in the penultimate row.

Her blue ice eyes seemed to be shining, there was no temperature at first, but there was a trace of warm light at this time, and her eyes followed the chairman, watching him step onto the podium.

With thunderous applause, he walked up, he smiled slightly, and his thin lips opened lightly, "Thank you for coming!" I see that most of the elders are here today. Let me briefly say two words, the purpose of this exchange activity is to let Chinese and New Zealand calligraphy lovers reunite together to exchange calligraphy and painting culture, our school and your society exhibited more than 160 pieces of calligraphy and painting works in this exhibition, most of these contestants are Chinese, some are also students, have won various awards, our organizers also invited them to the scene. You can talk to them later. Interested friends can also write on the desk next to the hall, and if you have any questions, you can contact our staff. I hope you can get something out of today's event!"

After a few simple words, he stepped off the stage, and people still applauded and cheered, at this time the president walked to the stage to introduce the work to everyone.

"Hello girl," a male voice suddenly sounded in her ears, and she realized that someone was coming, and the boy she turned her head to see was Yu Chengyi.

She nodded in response, and he continued, "I saw that you just wrote calligraphy with both hands at the same time, so you have such a deep penmanship, I take the liberty to ask who your teacher is?"

Her blue eyes were as beautiful as the abyssal water, and her bright eyes and teeth showed the beautiful light of a half-breed, and she smiled and responded, "My teacher is my grandfather, he is a calligraphy enthusiast, and he has been teaching since I was five years old until I was eight years old." He has been dead for many years. ”

As soon as he heard this, he quickly put away Fang Cai's smile, and his tone was full of apology, "I see, I'm sorry." ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

"That'...... Didn't you talk to another teacher since?"

She shook her head, "No, maybe it's because I liked classical Chinese culture since I was a child, I have learned to write with two hands in those three years, and I can also draw a little Chinese painting, which is because I learned to copy other works, and the painting is not very good." ”

"I feel that you are very talented, do you want to come to China to study?"

"Hmm," Tong Ziru heard this, and a ripple appeared in his eyes, and the dimples and flowers also rippled, as if filled with fine wine. "I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it, my dream is to return to China one day to work in calligraphy, my mother is from Linxi, so I also want to go back to Linxi. ”

His handsome face was bright and shiny as if it would glow, and although his skin was well understood, it gave him a steady gentlemanly temperament. He smiled a little unfathomably, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were clearly visible.

"Anyone who has a dream is amazing, how can they laugh at you! Look at you, you should still be in school, right? If you have time, come here on the 19th of every month, I can guide you!"

She was a little excited, and she suddenly stretched out her hand to shake hands with him, "Of course I have time! I was just about to ask you for advice! I hope you won't dislike it!"

He also reached out to shake it back, his large, thick and warm hand gripped her slender hand, she clearly felt his temperature, and after a second she parted.

"I'll write you a pair of words, you go back and see if you understand, and then tell me. So, the two walked to the desk outside the hall, and he left her Facebook account. Then, he picked up the brush and wrote a line of cursive writing on rice paper: There will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail to the sea.