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"I'll see what you wrote. In Tang Bohu's mind, besides, the poems are disdainful, what good poems can a junior make? He said this just to scruple about his face, and he didn't want to offend the other party again.

Poetry is not like other genres, it is impossible to stimulate emotions without the precipitation of the years, Wang Bo is young and weak to make the preface to the Teng Wang Pavilion, naturally talented, and Yan Zhenqing's sacrifice nephew Wen, Dongpo's Huangzhou poems, the quality is still a little worse, the article in addition to the technique, the competition is life experience and ideological implications.

Tang Bohu shook in front of him, and he was stupid when he saw the first line of the poem.

Besides, he has no experience accumulation, but he has his own uniqueness, no one can compare, he has memorized too many poems and articles that came later, just transcribe them, and he is not afraid that someone will say that he plagiarized.

Moreover, what he wrote today is his favorite poem of Nalan Xingde: Mulan Ci.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain and zero bells did not complain.

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

Tang Bohu didn't read the whole poem at all, but when he saw that sentence If life was only as he first saw it, his brain immediately felt like he had been hit with a stick, and he was stunned.

"Good poetry, really good poetry. Wen Zhengming finished reading it, and praised it, and couldn't help but look at it carefully, how could he feel that it was impossible to make such a good poem, it seems that this person is not only not good-looking, but also cannot be measured by age.

After reading it, some people praised it, some people were silent, and those who didn't say anything were just like Tang Bohu, who were demented by the first sentence or the whole poem.

Everyone has the ignorant restlessness when the love first opens, and also has the unforgettable and unforgettable memories of the first time and first love, and everyone also hopes that time can last forever, youth can stay for a long time, so that the best moment of life will never pass.

Everyone also has the regret of loss, the confusion and sadness when they look back......

"The first line of this poem is enough. Shen Zhou, who has never been emotional, also sighed.

That is, as long as you remember the first sentence of this poem, it doesn't matter if you forget the rest of the poem. Besides, I don't mean to say that the whole poem is not good enough, but that this first line is too amazing, and one sentence already gets the matter to the end. Wen Zhengming scratched his head and explained.

Besides, he spread his hands and agreed with this evaluation, he didn't dare to speak, and he was a little ashamed in his heart. Where did I write this, if I could make such a good poem, it would be worth dying.

"Besides, you have practiced well in this Su style, doesn't it mean that you are practicing Zhong Wang Xiaokai hard?" Wen Zhengming then asked, he still has a soft spot for calligraphy.

It is rumored that Zhongwang Xiaokai is already close to Wen Zhengming's level, and it is even possible to surpass it in the future and become a generation of Zhongwang Xiaokai. In addition, the Zhang Menglong stele he copied is not very famous, and even Zhou Dingcheng thinks about it all day long, and changes his methods to force him to write a few more.

Wen Zhengming also wanted to copy the Zhang Menglong Monument, but today it was written in Su style, which surprised him.

Although Dongpo articles were restricted in the Ming Dynasty and no one read them, Dongpo calligraphy, as the head of the four Song families, was still highly respected, but it was difficult to practice Su Ti, and it was impossible to practice at home, and there were more problems than Zhao Ti. Therefore, there are many people who appreciate it, but there are very few people who practice it.

Besides, he said with a smile: "I had nothing to do a few days ago, and I practiced Su Ti for a while, but I like Zhongwang Xiaokai better." ”

He is a little proud in his heart, he is blessed with Su Ti, and he has the ink scroll of Dongpo in his hand, which is simply the gap between the two worlds and the copying rubbing.

"Can you give me this manuscript of poetry, I like the taste of your Su body. Wen Zhengming asked.

"This one belongs to me, don't rob me from anyone, besides, you can mention the conditions. Tang Bohu moved quickly, grabbed the manuscript of the poem, and his tone was non-negotiable.

Besides, he nodded: "No problem, the poem you just wrote belongs to me." ”

"Deal!" Tang Bohu immediately wanted to roll up the poem.

Wen Bin was anxious: "Hey, brothers, have you forgotten something, we are all old rules, and today's poetry and ink should all belong to me." ”

When he said this, Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming remembered that there was this rule, Wen Bin funded the party, and the poems written by everyone belonged to him. No one objects to this, not to mention eating and drinking for nothing, they can still learn from each other, as for their own poems, no one enjoys their own broom, after all, no one is famous.

Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming are famous characters, and they don't care too much about this, after all, they are written down casually, and they are not masterpieces that are carefully conceived and carefully created.

After all, the Zhou family was a businessman, and this gathering mode was proposed by his father, who did not hesitate to spend more money and often convened gatherings of Wu Chinese talents, on the condition that they leave pen and ink.

This can be regarded as an investment, although they are all small people now, even if they have the name of a talented person like Wen Bin, in front of those Hongru everyone, they are still children, but the future is unlimited, maybe there will be a grandmaster Shuoru in it, and his pen and ink will become a family heirloom, even if one out of a hundred people, all the expenses can be earned back a hundred times or even a thousand times.

For example, the Zhou family gave him so many things to decorate the house, and the price he asked for was ten calligraphy and paintings, and with his current fame and prestige, his calligraphy and paintings were not worth much silver, but the Zhou family was gambling, and the gamble was that he would not become a master of calligraphy and painting in the future, but would also become a master of science like Chen Musa.

Zhou Dingcheng attaches great importance to calligraphy and painting, and does not want to gamble, but wants to find a new way out for himself in the relatively novel and unique brushwork style, break his current bottleneck, and break the dragon in one leap.

"This ......"

The three of them were a little dumbfounded, and they were in a hurry for a while, and they forgot the rules.

Wen Bin also refused to let go, it was easy to see three masterpieces at the party, how could he let it go, not only could he not let it go, but he didn't do it at all.

"A few nerds, you won't write another one, this is not the only one. Pomegranate scoffed.

This statement reminded the three of them, and they hurriedly took a pen and laid out the paper, and each wrote another one, but they wrote two, one for Tang Bohu and one for Wen Zhengming, in exchange for their two ink treasures.

Besides, I'm happy in my heart, this is the ink treasure of the two idols, it's so easy to get it, although it is not as good as Dongpo's ink scroll, but it is also a generation of famous works, and it is valuable.

Shen Zhou walked over and said, "Besides, can you give me a copy too, my words are average, I won't change it with you today, I will draw a good picture for you another day." ”

"Okay. Besides, I didn't take it seriously, and I wrote another one quickly.

Shen Zhou's calligraphy is actually very good, but his paintings are so famous, and his calligraphy is dwarfed.

"I've been grinding ink for you for a long time, what do you say?" Besides, he thought it was done, and he didn't want Qiu Xiang to jump over and ask.

"Well, I understand. Besides, I didn't say a word, so I quickly wrote another one.

"I've also sharpened half of the ink for you, so you can't be eccentric. "Sisi took the opportunity to blackmail.

Pomegranate said angrily: "He left everything he wrote for you, what else do you want to do?"

"We haven't gotten married yet, so we each settle our own accounts. Silk said without blushing at all.

"Insatiable. Pomegranate was afraid that he would be tired, and how did he know that he was happy.

"Who is like you, you have held him in your hand early, and you can have as much as you want. Silk retorted.

"I don't want to, I think I'm as shallow as you are. Pomegranate raised her head proudly, she really never let her write and paint, I don't know if I really didn't like it, or I think that the future will be long, and I am not in a hurry.

As soon as this mouth is opened, it can't be blocked, everyone is bold, and they don't blush and come up to ask for one, they may not really know how to appreciate Su Ti, there are many people who actually go to the poem, although they can also copy a copy, but compared with the poem written by the author himself, the meaning of the two is very different.

What's more important is that if you have this opportunity, don't want it in vain, and who doesn't want it for nothing? Those who don't take advantage of it are fools.

The talents who participated in today's gathering are acquaintances with Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming, and even have some friendships, of course they know how difficult the calligraphy and painting of these two people are, and they usually don't dare to think about it. Tang Bohu grabbed all the words besides, so naturally he couldn't be wrong, and if he got this poem, he could at least exchange it for the works of other famous artists in the future.

Pomegranate really can't stand it, where is this group of literati, it's just a swarm of locusts, turned around and walked aside. made up her mind in her heart, she has to grasp the scale of this matter in the future, and she can't give everyone who asks for it, so the value will be gone, and it is necessary to set a threshold.

"Besides, that ...... We said before, you can exchange a raptor tablet for my words, can you still count this?" Wen Zhengming saw that the people around him who wanted words were scattered, so he said with some twist.

"Make a number, if Brother Zhengming doesn't want to, forget it. Besides, he was surprised.

Wen Zhengming was afraid that he would be scolded as a hypocrite by Pomegranate for helping Tang Bohu stand on the platform before, and he would hate him for this, so he emphasized this matter and brought it up again.

"Of course I do. I didn't speak for Bohu before, but I wasn't targeting you, I'm definitely not a hypocrite. ”

Besides, he said with a smile: "Pomegranate said that you are, you are, you have to be." ”

Pomegranate laughed and said, "Yes, that's not true anymore." ”

Wen Zhengming said: "You are still not a man, you listen to women in everything?!"

Besides, he smiled: "Am I a man, don't you say this?"

When everyone heard this, there was another burst of laughter.