The study fell into silence, and both the old man and Shi Daya were caught in the artistic conception of the words, unable to extricate themselves.

Especially the master, I just feel that this word simply expresses all the pain in my heart.

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

Aren't you the crazy child who has endured the bitterness of parting and misses joy all day long!

Buddhism is born and suffered, old suffering, sickness, death, love and parting suffering, resentment will suffer, asking for suffering, five yin and prosperity suffering, a total of eight sufferings, and what I can't bear the most is love and parting from suffering.

Before I knew it, the old tears were all over the place, and the placket was wet.

"Alas, what a good word, comparing people to geese flying with wings. It's just a lot, you shouldn't read this poem to your master at this time, I'm afraid it will cause the old man to be overly sad and hurt his heart. Shi Daya sighed, looked at his tearful teacher worriedly, and whispered in Meng Fanzhu's ear.

"I want to induce my master's longing emotions and vent them all, it's definitely not okay to hold it in my heart like this, it's like a bomb, I can't say when it will break out and cause a big problem. If you dredge it out, the master's mood will be much better in the future. Meng Fanzhu explained.

Shi Daya nodded and didn't speak again, in fact, since he entered the house, Shi Daya has been silent.

At first, I was frightened by Wen Lao's situation, and then I was gagged by food, and now I feel the meaning of the words and the teacher's emotions, and I can't say a word.

After a while, Old Man Wen came out of his sad mood and looked at Meng Fanzhu, although his eyes were still blurred with tears, the depression between his eyebrows was relieved a lot.

"Duoduo, why haven't I heard this song, it seems to have some unfinished meaning. Wen Lao wiped his eyes and nose briefly, and asked Zhengse.

This word is a masterpiece in terms of rhetoric and artistic conception, and there is no reason why I haven't heard of it, a master of literature. But if you say that Meng Fanzhu did it, it is absolutely impossible, this is not a work that a young man of twenty years old can write.

Moreover, since the popularization of vernacular literature, modern poetry has continued to be excellent, but ancient poetry has gradually declined. Although there are relevant contents in the textbooks of elementary and junior high schools, there are no amazing and brilliant poets except for the Taizu of this dynasty, and there are no masterpieces that can be praised through the ages.

"Master, this is the poem taught to me by Hua Fang, the teacher who taught me Chinese medicine, which is said to have been read in a unique book, from the hand of the writer Yuan Haowen in the late Jin Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty. There is also the second half of the whole word. ”

Meng Fanzhu glanced at the master and uncle with anticipation on their faces, and continued: "Hengfen Road, lonely in the past, the smoke is still flat. The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind. The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess. Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu. ”

I have to say that the good voice given by Meng Fanzhutian, coupled with the advanced eloquence, coupled with the addition of voice charm, he read the words fascinatingly, which is countless times stronger than reading words.

The study fell silent again, and even Wen Tao, who rushed back in a hurry, and Bai Yu and Anya, who entered the room together, were immersed in the meaning of the abyss of artistic conception.

"Haha" After a few minutes, Wen Lao looked up to the sky and laughed, as if all the depression in his chest was exhaled out of his body with laughter.

The voice returned to the full feeling of the day Meng Fanzhu first visited, and his face returned to ruddy.

My cheerful, fairy-like master is back!

"Good, good, good day is also jealous, I don't believe it, the warbler swallows are loess. Good one

Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu. ”

Wen Lao's heroic feelings were great: "I met with your grandmother in the war era, hand in hand to defend the ideal, even in the great chaos of the period, I can get this partner and love in this life, no regrets, I will cherish every minute and every second of my life, and tell her the interesting stories of her children and grandchildren over the years when I go to see her in the future." ”

"Dad!" Wen Tao and Bai Yu both walked over quickly, pulling Wen Lao's arm. He was excited about his father's happy lock, and he was sad about what he said about going underground to see his mother.

Anya walked over quietly, holding Meng Fanzhu's hand, tightly.

"Xiao Tao, you are in your fifties, why are you still like a child, in front of your junior brothers and disciples, you can't follow the example of a child. Wen Lao patted his son, who was half a head taller than him, and said with relief.

I have loved, hated, joyed, and sad all my life, my son is extremely good, and my grandson and apprentice grandchildren are also talented. What else is there to hurt and feel sorry for yourself, suddenly the previous emotions turned into ridiculous hypocrisy, and there was no trace of burden in my heart.

"Duoduo, come, help me write this poem, just use Meng style. Big tooth, prepare paper and ink quickly. Wen Lao urged, like a child wanting a favorite toy.

The master had an order, Meng Fanzhu happily complied, and stood by the desk and first chose a handy sheep's pen.

This word is tactful and far-reaching, and the use of sheep's hair is the most complementary.

Then he closed his eyes and thought about the picture described by Master Jin Yong in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and the TV series of Louis Koo.

To be honest, except for the original author, no one can understand this poem better than Jin Yong, and no picture can surpass Li Tiansheng.

Anya took the initiative to take the ink block from Shi Daya's hand and grind it clockwise in the inkstone.

Wen Lao, Shi Daya and Wen Tao all looked at Meng Fanzhu without blinking, this was the first time they had seen this child write a large-scale work.

It is three meters six long and ninety-six centimeters wide. In addition, there are 129 words in total, and how to break sentences, how to distribute, and how to control the structure of the whole work are all important tests.

Many calligraphers fold rice paper into corresponding squares before writing to grasp the spacing between characters. But these will not be Meng Fanzhu's troubles, the precise brain, the speed of light, the speed of thinking, is enough to ensure that only visual inspection can meet the measurement standards of general instruments.

What's more, Meng Fanzhu himself also has advanced painting skills, which has laid a solid foundation for the overall beauty of his works.

After three minutes, Meng Fanzhu opened his eyes.

Wen Tao seemed to feel that a golden light shot out of his disciple's eyes, rubbed his eyes, and then looked at it again and found nothing, turned his head to look at Bai Yu, and found that his wife was not abnormal, and immediately felt funny, he had reached the age of old and dizzy, and his arms involuntarily tightened to hold his beloved wife.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, and the phoenix drifts!

Everyone saw Meng Fanzhu grasping the brush in his hand, brushing a little bit, without pausing or thinking at all, and the whole work was completed in just over 4 minutes.

Leave the payment on the left side.,Today I was supposed to accompany the master to relieve my boredom.,The name seal and the first chapter are all brought with it.,Just cover.。

Succeed with flying colors!

"Haha, you carry a seal every day. Wen Lao asked curiously.

"Isn't this accompanied by your old boredom, so it's convenient to write something. Meng Fanzhu replied with a smile, still savoring the hearty feeling just now.

"Okay, filial piety is commendable. Professor Wen Tao naturally praised the disciple's behavior.

Bai Yu and Shi Daya had confused expressions on their faces, looking at Meng Fanzhu with their mouths open. Bai Yu is better, after all, when we met for the first time, I didn't know much about it, but I just changed my previous impression and felt that this child was indeed Zhong Lingyuxiu, and her husband had accepted a good disciple.

Shi Daya was surprised again, his eldest nephew seemed to be like a bottomless pit, every time you thought you were going to the bottom, it would get much deeper.

Wen Lao stroked his palms and laughed, Wen Tao sat down and watched, and couldn't help but be amazed.

"Xiao Tao, let Youliang come over, bring something, and frame this painting in front of me. Wen Lao urged.

Wen Tao smiled bitterly, his father's recovery is more casual than before, a standard old child.

He handed the brown paper bag containing the rubbing to Meng Fanzhu, and went out to call.

Meng Fanzhu happily knotted, pulled Anya to sit at the Eight Immortals table next to him, opened the paper bag, and just took out the rubbings inside.

Sudden mutation!

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