The original site of the Lanting Pavilion was above the academy, but the final destination of Zhong Yue's trip was to go around and return to the Lanting Scenic Area.

The Orchid Pavilion is no longer the Orchid Pavilion of the year, but the Goose Pond is the place where the scholar lived back then. Zhong Yue stood in front of the stele pavilion and looked at the black stele.

Breaking the law, this is the last task of Zhong Yue's trip.

To put it simply, that's the word, how to write it.

This is a very simple question.

The answer to the question can be both complex and simple.

"One me, one bird. ”

Some people will say, "One stroke, one horizontal, one vertical tick and one mention......"

Zhong Yue looked at the stone tablet in the triangular pavilion that was about his height.

The ink rhyme circulates on the stone tablet.

"Eh, look, what's wrong with that young man?"

"Devil, aren't you? Why are you looking at that stone tablet motionless?"

Most of the volunteers in the scenic spot are nearby uncles and aunts, who have nothing to do, come to help and get some extra money to subsidize the family.

On weekdays, there are not many tourists here, and the number of tourists in such a traditional and monotonous scenic spot has been declining year by year, and it can no longer keep up with the trend of young people.

Zhong Yue looked at the stone tablet, trying to use his ability to decipher the goose pond tablet.

Baht and comparison, inch and inch, is this the pursuit of our generation of calligraphy?

Zhong Yue was asking and answering himself.

In today's calligraphy world, too many traditional schools of calligraphy pay attention to form. When it comes to so-and-so, it means that the book is fake and true. If the pursuit of calligraphy is to compare the baht and the proportion, then when Zhong Yue interprets this stone tablet, it will be much easier.

"Start the pen and hide the front, the center of the pen, and the pen back to the front. ”

It's like a master boxing, it's a set of basic moves that are commonly used.

The moves are often the same, but the power used by different people is not the same.

Wrong.

Zhong Yue stopped thinking about starting from this simplest level. If that's the case, then it would be too pale.

The world has copied "Lanting", and from ancient times to the present, there are not a few people who have copied the form and god. If this is the breaking of the law, then Zhong Yue still hasn't stepped out of this law after all.

He withdrew his gaze and sat down on the stone bench by the goose pool. From the vendor on the side, I spent five yuan to buy a handful of shredded carrots.

"Young man. ”

"Huh?" Zhong Yue came back to his senses, turned his head to look at the two uncles and aunts with red armbands on their shoulders, and stood in front of him like a pair of door gods, "What's the matter?"

"Tickets, take a look. ”

The aunt looked extremely experienced, and just saw Zhong Yue sneaky and in a daze, it must be a fare evasion tourist who didn't buy a ticket and fell down from the mountain on the side.

"Oh. Zhong Yue took out the all-day ticket from his pocket and handed it to the old lady.

The two gods got together, stared at the date on the top, and checked the red stamp, it didn't look like a ticket evader.

"Young man, is there something wrong with you?"

"Nope. Zhong Yue took back the ticket stub and stuffed it into his pocket.

The old man smiled: "We have been looking at you for a long time, just now staring at the stone tablet in a daze, and now sitting on the edge of the pool, are you looking for death? ”

"Hehe, uncle, you think too much. I'm just here to see what the book is written. ”

The old man said, "The words written by the sage." Oh, that's right. ”

Zhong Yue fed a few carrots to the big white goose that swam over.

"There used to be calligraphers who came here. Especially during the Lanting Calligraphy Festival, it was a time when everyone poured ink and chanted poems, and the grand occasion was extraordinary. ”

Zhong Yue took out iced tea from his schoolbag and took a sip, "Then look, what are the works that catch the eye?"

"Haha, calligraphy, people nowadays, it's too pompous. Those so-called great calligraphers, some people come over, just write a goose character. Always want to be different, surpass the ancients, and achieve fame. If you go to the museum in the back, it's all crappy works. ”

Zhong Yue heard the prejudice in these words, so he asked, "Uncle, what do you think of this calligraphy?"

"You're asking the right question. ”

The aunt who was holding the trash with pliers glanced at the old man, "Blow a few words, hurry up, go and empty the garbage bin over there." ”

The old man took off his orange cap and scratched his gray hair, "Calligraphy, to write well, to put it bluntly, imitate it one by one, that is inferior; on the basis of imitation, there is something of one's own, that is medium; if you understand the essence of penmanship, you have your own brushwork, that is superior." ”

The old man took the dustpan and left, and Zhong Yue looked at the stone tablet not far away.

"There are many people who copy the "Orchid Pavilion", but those who always show their pen intentions are called masters. To read the book, although it is not necessary to know who it is, but to see its penmanship, it must be a master. ”

This passage is a record of penmanship that Zhong Yue obtained from Xu Wei. The old man's words were straightforward, but they matched the words left by Xu Wei.

The pursuit of resemblance is better than the pursuit of godlikeness.

Zhong Yue sat on the stone bench and sprinkled all the carrots in the small box into the goose pond. Six or seven big white geese compete for food, fluttering on the water, their wings flying, quacking, full of fun.

Zhong Yue's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered some shocking secret.

In a flash.

He had a delusion.

The traditional Chinese character for goose is "鵝".

However, the goose character in the pavilion of the book stele is the word "鵞" of the upper and lower structure.

At the moment when the two plump big white geese were competing for food and taking off, Zhong Yue seemed to see something.

"Uncle, is there any paper and pen for sale near here?" Zhong Yue remembered that the borrowed paper and pen had fallen on the Lanting Academy, and it was a little too late to turn back at this time.

"There's it on the orchestra pit at the back. ”

Zhong Yue strode over with a meteor.

Inspiration often strikes in a split second.

The lake and the mountains are beautiful, this place is a made-up scenic spot, for tourists to drink tea and chat, there are also bamboo rafts to rent, boating on the lake.

Zhong Yue saw a pen and walked in.

The old man in the cyan Chinese cardigan sat on a small bench, holding some patch ornaments and installing them on the ornaments, "Young man, what to buy?"

Zhong Yue looked sideways at the pen and paper on the table, and said, "How much does it cost to use the study?"

The old man glanced at Zhong Yue, "You have to be able to write, write well, and don't need money." ”

Zhong Yue walked over and picked up his pen.

A few middle-aged men who were drinking tea and laughing on the side saw a newcomer and said, "Young man, the pen and ink here are not available to ordinary people. ”

Zhong Yue picked up the pen.

Skimming the pen.

The ink rhyme falls on the paper, just like a high-spirited goose head.

The scales slowly push away.

The erection galloped down.

The ink rhyme is flying on the paper, and the nine potentials of the gods and men are flying wantonly under Zhong Yue's pen.

Just like a living flying goose.

A few calligraphers who happened to come over to taste tea and talk about Taoism gathered aside, and when they saw the big characters on the paper, they were speechless in surprise.

This...... Who's the master?