"Da Can, I can't read what you wrote," Yu Yue'er lay on the side and carefully identified, "What does green look like......

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken. ”

Before Zhang Can could speak, an old man next to him said,

"This wild grass brushwork is thin and vigorous, flying naturally, like a whirlwind of rain, and it changes with all kinds of hands. It's amazing! ”

"You complimented you." Zhang Can arched his hand and was polite.

"Neither is it either, although this word is straightforward and ever-changing, it has a law. Words are like people! The old man nodded frequently.

"It's over."

Speaking of poems, this poem is the fourth poem in Wang Changling's military marching group, and it is also the most famous one.

"If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it!"

Many people muttered a word. Although many people can't appreciate this word, this poem has caused deep thought.

"This last sentence is not a lament for the day of returning home, but a firmer and deeper oath made on the basis of a deep awareness of the hardships and long-term nature of the war!"

"Yes, although I don't return home, I feel impassioned!"

"I have been in China for 5,000 years, and there are countless cultural treasures left behind. But I always feel that something is missing. ”

"Yes, today, I actually saw three poems in one day, all of which are enough to be passed down through the ages!"

"It's a pity that there is a lack of historical precipitation."

"History? You should say that we old men have witnessed history! ”

"Ms. Su, your contest today will definitely leave a mark in history, hahaha. What a merit! An old man with a white beard said to Ms. Su Fangfei with a smile.

The other party laughed very awkwardly. She just wants her artists and authors to be in the limelight, where did this guy named Zhang Can come out!

Oh, by the way, he was called by Officer Mumu to assist in the case!

Then you can handle the case well! Don't be in the limelight here! Su Fangfei said a little frantically.

"Go on! Xiao Guo, you go! "Sunshine literature is among the people

"Me?" The man known as Xiao Guo was still young, and he didn't know why it was his turn.

"Although your poetry is not strong, your words are in a class of their own, and they can be compared with Zhang Can's words. What's more, he already uses all kinds of fonts, and I don't believe that he can use anything else. At this time, your characteristics are revealed! Lao Wang came up with an idea.

"That makes sense."

"The most important thing is that you are the only one left in the company who can write poetry."

"If you don't go up, you have to get on ......"

"Wait, didn't you say three?"

"Didn't Lan Chuan go down a long time ago? Lanchuan Lao Wang still has you, aren't there three of them? ”

Xiao Guo had to come up hard.

"Hello." Zhang Can nodded and said, "Are you the last?" ”

"I'm the last in our company, not the last in this event." Xiao Guo raised his head and said.

"You wheel wars? I'm getting a little tired on my hands. Zhang Can shook his hand and said.

"Little friend, don't worry, if you win this round, our gang won't bully you. As long as you compete one more round. Let's decide the final winner! A white-bearded old man said loudly, he was the old man who had just praised Zhang Can's wild grass.

"yes!"

"Then listen to Mr. Zhou!"

"That's right, Mr. Zhou is in charge."

"That's good." Zhang Can looked at it, and the little old man seemed to have some prestige, so he nodded and agreed.

Xiao Guo is very embarrassed on the side, can you not mention the next one?

Anyway, he didn't lose, this game hasn't started yet! You've already talked about the next one, is that really good?

"Then two little friends, let's hurry up and draw lots." Teacher Zhou said.

Xiao Guo wanted to thank him, but Zhang Can had already pressed the button, and he hurriedly followed.

The screens on both sides rotated and flickered rapidly.

Smack.

Xiao Guo seems to have finally gotten rid of the shadow of their group's sideline poems, but what he drew from there was an audio.

As for Zhang Can here, it is empty. That is, there are no rules.

Audio clicks to play.

A burst of relaxing music came.

The music sounds familiar.

Immediately after, a more familiar male voice appeared.

"Under the camphor tree that has escaped the rain

Rub shoulders around the corner on the flyover

Create the accumulation of fate for each encounter

I can finally hold your hand and protect you

……

Even if the whole world denies it

I'm going to be with you too

I want to hold hands, I want to hug, I want to love you

The heavens and the earth will be together

……”

What's special, it's a big character! Zhang Can's song!

Listen to Zhang Can's songs and write poems!

I want to laugh just thinking about it!

Neither of them turned it off. Zhang Can was reminiscing, and Xiao Guo was dumbfounded.

"Can you give me a pen?" Zhang Can turned to Mina on the side and asked.

"Absolutely." Mina quickly took the pen and handed it to him.

It's just that Mina doesn't know very well, why use two pens?

The music continues.

"Even if the whole world denies it

I'm going to be with you too

I want to hold hands, I want to hug, I want to love you

The heavens and the earth will be together

……”

The music was sung like this, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Lan Chuan seemed to have thought of something, and quietly retreated to the background.

Xiao Guo was sweating profusely, and at this time, he saw Lao Wang, who was good at composing poetry behind him, and he was swinging left and right to give Xiao Guo a hint.

You must know that they have been together for a long time, it is impossible that there is no tacit understanding at all, maybe Xiao Guo received a message from Lao Wang, or he himself suddenly came to inspiration.

In short, when Xiao Guo lifted the pen, it was a burst of calligraphy with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.

"Yo, this kid's calligraphy is still good."

"Of course, it's far worse than Zhang Can's previous calligraphy, but that kid writes a chapter and changes the way he writes it, and now he shouldn't have it. It's not as good as this Xiao Guo's self-created brushwork. ”

"Zhang Can uses three fonts, and the characteristics of his first font are much stronger than this!"

"But he's exhausted in the end!"

"Have you ever heard that calligraphy has Jiang Lang's talent?"

"Wait! Look over there! ”

"Oh my God!"

"No wonder he just said that his right hand was a little sore!"

"Is this kid left-handed?"

"No, no, I'm a fan of him, I've never heard of Zhang Can being left-handed!"

"Then why can he ......?"

"I don't know ......"

I saw Zhang Can holding a pen in each hand, and writing on the paper with both hands at the same time.

"Jincheng silk pipe day after day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.

This song should only be in heaven and can be obtained on earth...... How many times have you smelled it?

Oh my God, another good poem! ”

"Zhang Can is this crazy, opening the bow left and right, and writing such a good poem?"

"Really, the first time I've heard of it, it's not left-handed, you can write with your left hand, and your right hand!"

"Oh my God, look closely, this ...... This left and right handwriting is not the same font! ”

"His right-hand calligraphy is rigorous and fluent, and his left-hand calligraphy traces back to the Wei and Jin dynasties, and the charm flows."

"It's amazing!"

"I didn't even record the whole thing. It's a shame. ”

Zhang Can smiled, the famous left-handed calligrapher Gao Fenghan. Gao Fenghan's right-hand calligraphy is rigorous and smooth, and the left-handed calligraphy inherits the penmanship of the Yuan and Ming dynasties, the charm is flowing, and the antique is full of fun, and is known as the Ming and Qing dynasties for hundreds of years with the left hand good at calligraphy, and no one has yet to compare with it. At that time, it was not easy to get a single word from him.