On the way out of Qingshan Village, several off-road vehicles were whistling, quickly heading towards the county seat. In the car at the back, the flat head of the car who was quietly driving asked, "Do you see a satisfactory place?"

Shang Qing was silent, as if thinking about something, and shook his head for a long time.

The flat head of the board is quite disappointing.

"Actually, classmate Feng's high-walled courtyard is really good......" At this time, she whispered, as if she was a little obsessed, and after a while, she said: "It's at the foot of the hill by the small river, that place is good, it's not far from classmate Feng, you can go to eat when you have time, or listen to the piano ......"

"Okay, I'll do it as soon as I get back. ”

Itachi said with some joy, and driving became easier.

Shang Qing nodded, didn't speak again, and was resting with her eyes closed, she looked very tired. And Feng Qingyan, who helped in front of the Land Temple, naturally didn't know that someone was thinking about his high-walled compound, appreciating his cooking skills and marveling at his piano skills.

After more than ten days of hard reconstruction, the main project of the Land Temple was completed as early as two or three days ago, and the speed was not ordinarily fast. Now, the final renovation work is underway and the foundation is being laid outside the temple and will soon be completed.

Seeing this new and magnificent land temple, Feng Qingyan couldn't help laughing.

At this time, Qigong also gave him a task, that is, to write the couplets of the Land Temple, Feng Qingyan wrote well, and the entire Qingshan Village knew it. Therefore, this task fell on his head, and he took it over without delay.

After Feng Qingyan returned home, he immediately walked to a small pavilion in the backyard.

This small pavilion is still antique, the four walls are full of calligraphy works, represented by the most famous four masters of ancient italic calligraphy, Ouyang Xun's European style, Yan Zhenqing's Yan style, Liu Gongquan's Liu body, Zhao Mengfu's Zhao body.

As we all know, you must first learn the law, and you must first write big characters.

Among them, the big characters are based on Yan, the European is the law, the Chinese Kai is familiar, and then the small Kai is the law, and the Zhong Wang is the law. Feng Qingyan walked into this pavilion and saw a dazzling array of calligraphy works inside, either masculine or feminine, strong and simple, or beautiful and smart......

It was so beautiful that it made him feel happy.

Well, the calligraphy works in this pavilion were all left by his grandfather, and it seems that many of them were brought back by his father. As for whether it's genuine or fake, he doesn't know very well, after all, he's not very good at this, and he can't think of it all as a genuine product, it should be some copies or something.

At this time, he sat in front of the bookcase, straightened his body, picked up the water bottle on the table and poured some water into the inkstone, grinding the ink with "ho, ho", listening to the sound of grinding ink, his mind gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, a faint scent of ink permeated the room.

He spread the rice paper on the table, dropped his hands in the middle, and gently wiped the paper off the ends.

His eyes also fell on the calligraphy works on the four walls, and he pondered carefully.

He carefully pondered these calligraphy works, and could not write for a long time, and to write large characters, he needed to master the dot painting, structure, and cloth white, so that the dot painting was accurate and precise, and the structure was sparse and dense.

After thinking about it for a long time, Feng Qingyan took the pen and dipped it in ink, and fell to the paper, the speed of the pen was not fast or slow, every stroke was very powerful, the font was broad and magnificent, the bones were strong and awe-inspiring, and there was a faint shadow of the face, but he wrote not the face.

Looking at the words he had written, Feng Qingyan couldn't help but shake his head, since he promised to write a couplet for the Land Temple, he would definitely not write a perfunctory painting at will.

To write, you must write its charm.

"Let's practice calligraphy first. ”

One morning when he practiced big characters, Feng Qingyan's wrist was already sore, and writing big characters was the most exhausting, and the whole person looked very tired. In the afternoon, he did not continue to write large characters, but carefully pondered the calligraphy works on the four walls, but in his mind, he kept following the practice of copying stroke by stroke, and after reading one after another, the whole person was completely immersed in the calligraphy works.

The hand is writing, the brain is writing, the heart is writing, all the time is writing, and there is only calligraphy left in the mind. In just two days, his calligraphy has improved rapidly, and his writing has become better and better, but he is still not satisfied.

"It's still a little worse, what is it missing?"

He was silently staring at the words he had written, constantly figuring out its strokes.

The night outside is getting deeper.

Although he was already lying in bed at this time, he couldn't sleep, and his mind was full of calligraphy works, all the words he had written himself.

I don't know when he fell asleep in a daze.

At this time, he had a dream, he dreamed that the words on those calligraphy works slowly turned into thousands of scenes of nature, or strange peaks and stones, or withered vines and old trees, or the sunset over the long river, or the wind and waning moon, and even the ebb and flow of the tide, and the clouds and clouds......

Like the sun and the moon, if the heavens and the earth are not old.

"Haha, I see, the teaching method is natural, the old and the new, and the ...... is endless"

He shouted in his dream, and then he jumped up from the bed, rushed into the pavilion, wrote down the couplet of the land temple in one breath, and then the whole person fell asleep in the chair.

When he woke up, he was surprised to see the words on the bookcase, and muttered, "This is what I wrote?"

At this time, the words written were full of charm.

When he handed over the couplet to Qigong, Qigong couldn't help but praise loudly, "Good words, good words, I really didn't find the wrong person to write for you, this character is so beautifully written." ”

"Qingyan wrote a couplet? ”

At this time, the old village chief came up to take the couplet, and the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, and he couldn't help murmuring: "The stone wall is hung with vines and seals, and the tongyin drips dew to listen to the sound of the piano." Good words, really good words! I want this couplet, Qingyan, you can write another one to the land temple ......"

"No, I want this one. ”

Qigong was furious and snatched the couplet from the old village chief's hand.

And Feng Qingyan next to him, seeing that several of them were grabbing their own words, he couldn't help but smile, and he himself was very satisfied with this word. However, the old village chief was able to say the sentence "The stone wall hangs the vine through the seal, and the tongyin drips dew and listens to the sound of the qin", which surprised him deeply, he had never heard of the old village chief knowing calligraphy.

Sure enough, it's a master in the folk.

However, after two or three days of hard thinking and meditation on calligraphy, he also understood a truth, so that his calligraphy has been qualitatively improved, and he has faintly reached the master level.

Of course, this is naturally inseparable from his more than ten years of hard work.

As the so-called source is clean, the flow is clear, the shape is straight, the heart is quiet, the pen and ink are old, and the people are idle and the words and sentences are worked.

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