After drinking tea, all the talented people held pens in their hands, and they all laid out paper in front of them, ready to compose poems. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although she doesn't paint today, Qiu Xiang is still very generous and grinds ink, her hands are soft, and her wrists are like snow. Tang Bohu on the side looked at the ape and thrilling, and the talented people were also holding their breath and dumbfounded. At this moment, the world in their eyes is these hands.

Besides, he was quite surprised, he really didn't pay attention to Qiu Xiang's hands in ordinary times, but today he was surprised to observe it under the prompting of everyone's demeanor, he didn't expect a person's hands to be so beautiful.

Sisi was very worried, and said to herself: Dead Nizi, this is Chengxin showing off in front of the situation, so I am not afraid that the pomegranate will really overturn the vinegar jar. Only she knew how beautiful Qiu Xiang's hands were when she expressed them with her heart, just like the kind of smile she had inadvertently, like the first rays of spring light in the dense forest, like the touching beauty of a flash of flowers, fleeting and fleeting, all of which made her ashamed.

Besides, he suddenly felt a cone pain in his back, but it was Pomegranate who pinched him at the right time, and then looked at him with a smile. He quickly blinked, indicating that he had not fallen.

Tang Bohu was not only surprised, but ecstatic, but with a bit of loss and hatred. It was also the first time he discovered the beauty of Akika's hands, no less than the smile he had when he first saw her. Unexpectedly, these hands also made him indulge in them and couldn't extricate himself, but the person who enjoyed those hands at the moment was not himself, but damn it, besides, he couldn't wait to take a step over, kick it away, sit down steadily, and enjoy the beauty that is hard to find in this world.

Everyone else also had their own ghosts, and they didn't dare to speak out because of Tang Bohu's face.

Sisi smiled and pressed her hand on Qiu Xiang's hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll also share the blessings of grinding ink." ”

She was afraid that the situation would get out of control, so she hurriedly covered up the beautiful scenery.

Qiu Xiang didn't pay attention to these at all, and really thought that Sisi also wanted to be angry with pomegranates, so she smiled and said: "Sister Pomegranate, do you want to come and grind for a while, you come to grind the ink, and the prince will be poetic." ”

Pomegranate said angrily: "I don't want to polish the ink for him, that's why you like to do this kind of thing." ”

Besides, he said: "That is, I usually polish her ink and serve her." ”

Pomegranate reprimanded: "Die, when will I use you to polish my ink, don't ruin my reputation." ”

Besides, he smiled: "Gaga, I'm talking about the future." ”

Pomegranate slammed a gooseberry on the back of his head: "Call you nonsense, make your poems well." ”

Qiu Xiang pretended to be shocked: "Ouch, Sister Pomegranate, you can really do it, you have all picked up the bag, do you want me to rub it?"

Xiao Nier hurriedly said: "It's better for me to come." ”

She also saw that the vinegar of the pomegranate was about to reach a critical point, and if she continued to tease it, she had to explode.

A few girls quarreled, but they were very envious of all the talents. Besides, this kid is really a blessing, a beautiful wife, a beautiful maid, and a confidante like Qiu Xiang, almost everything a man wants.

Su Qingdong, who was hiding aside and always paying attention to the movement here, was so angry that his face was deformed, and his eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire.

There are also casual and indifferent people, such as Shen Zhou, who think that the autumn fragrance is indeed beautiful, but Xiao Nier seems to be more beautiful, there is a smell of wild grass on her, and the fragrance of wild flowers is like the opening of thousands of flowers in the fields and forests with infinite light in spring, which makes people reverie.

Coincidentally, Wen Zhengming feels the same way, he is not obsessed with beauty, purely from the perspective of appreciation, he also feels that Xiao Nier has an alternative beauty, which he has never seen before. Because of this, he made a solemn statement to Tang Bohu, allowing him to learn from the situation, in his opinion, it is not easier to get Xiao Nier's heart than to get Qiu Xiang. But when he heard that he had held Xiao Ni's heart in his hand without much effort, he couldn't help but be surprised, this kid was a genius, he was a natural love saint.

If he were asked to be a beauty pageant, he would definitely vote for Xiao Nier, not Qiu Xiang. This is also the fact that turnip greens have their own love, and the standard of beauty cannot be completely unified.

Besides, everyone else had to grind the ink by themselves, and the scholar didn't bring it.

Tang Bohu pondered for a moment, waved on the paper, and then put the pen on the pen stand, proud of everyone. Just like Ling Hu Chong, with a sword in his hand, I have it in the world, as long as he holds a pen in his hand, the momentum of the young grandmaster will naturally flow from his body.

Besides, when he saw that he had finished writing, he no longer pondered it, and wrote down a poem casually, but not by himself, but by copying someone else's.

Suddenly, everyone finished writing, and they walked around to watch, although it was a pen meeting, there was no need to rank it, it hurt and angry, it was just a pure mutual exchange, but if anyone occasionally broke out of amazing works, it would still quickly spread to all corners of the south of the Yangtze River, and the fame of the genius was piled up in this way.

Besides, when he saw the poem written by Tang Bohu, he recognized it at once, and said with a smile: "This is a poem of falling flowers, I don't know how many Brother Bohu has written." ”

Falling flower poems are a group of poems written by the great painter Shen Yue of the Ming Dynasty, mourning the spring flowers scattered, the fragrance is no more, sighing that the beauty is easy to get old, the hero is late, and everywhere reveals the tenderness of all kinds, the taste of the soft intestines, such as a river of music flowing down from the sky, meandering in people's hearts.

Subsequently, poets of all generations followed their rhymes and wrote groups of falling flower poems.

Tang Bohu said with a smile: "I'm just starting to write, today is the first one, and if I want to write a complete set of poems in the future, I don't know if I have the perseverance." ”

He himself knows that what he lacks is perseverance, he will make things he likes for a while, and he doesn't like to throw them away, and he really has no bottom in his heart about how many songs he can write.

Besides, the heart said: If it weren't for Ben Shao's soft-heartedness, I would write out the rest of your falling poems now, so that you have no poems to write.

Of course, he said that he would not do anything about this lack of virtue.

Wen Zhengming came over to take a look, and said with a smile: "Bohu, you really started to write, mine hasn't been brewed yet, so I won't make a poem today." ”

When everyone heard what they said, they all gathered around to look, but saw that the paper on Tang Bohu's desk read:

In an instant, it was ten springs,

The rich garden washes the poor.

By asking the shepherd boy if he should have wine,

Try the plum and give birth to the kernel.

If it is a soft dance to deceive the flowers,

It's hard to keep Yu Xiang smiling as a tree god.

It is expected that the green shoes will be accompanied hand in hand,

Hidaka is a sleeper.

"Good poetry!" Wen Bin first high-fived and applauded.

"Okay, it's a good poem, I'll copy it down quickly. Someone hurriedly took a piece of paper and began to transcribe it, ready to go out for a while.

"Well, Bohu's poem expresses true feelings, not worldliness. Wen Zhengming said with heartfelt emotion after reading it carefully. He really admires Tang Bohu, thinking that he is in a messy mood at the moment, but he can still concentrate and make good poems, which is not easy.

Falling flower poems in the Ming Dynasty almost became a kind of poetry, too many people like to rhyme to make poems, and finally integrated into a volume is the falling flower poem volume, some people are purely fond, and some people have the meaning of being superior to their predecessors.

There are many people who do a kind of poetry, and it is inevitable that it will be secularized, there are not many good works, and some poems made by pure technical flow are just the graceful style of the disease-free **, and there are not many who can really invest in emotional creation.

Besides, his feelings are different from others, he is familiar with this poem, what he cares about is calligraphy, Tang Bohu's falling flower poem scroll He also remembers, at this time I personally looked at my ink scroll, and the feeling was naturally different.

Tang Bohu mainly attacked Zhao Mengfu's book style, known as Zhao Ti.

Zhao Mengfu was a great master of calligraphy and painting in the late Song Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty, and this grandmaster was definitely the top. Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy can be compared with Ou Chu Yanliu of the Tang Dynasty and Su Huang Mi Cai of the Song Dynasty, of course, the achievements are still a little behind. His paintings can be juxtaposed with Song Huizong, the so-called Song Huizong's eagle, Zhao Mengfu's horse, are peerless masterpieces, Song Huizong is the best at painting eagles, Zhao Mengfu is the best at painting horses, no one in history can be beaten.

Zhao Mengfu is known as the great master who overwhelmed the next eight hundred years, this is not a boast, since him, the style of calligraphy has become more and more humble, and the achievements are also getting worse, Su Huang Mi Cai and other people's demeanor is difficult to find.

During the Yuan Dynasty, Zhao Ti almost dominated the world alone, and anyone who could write had to learn Zhao Ti, just like everyone reading the Analects. Since the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, this atmosphere has changed a lot, many people have begun to learn Ou Chu Yanliu, and more people like Erwang. It's just that Zhao Ti has one of the biggest points, that is, it is quick to get started, easy to get results, generally as long as you practice seriously for a few months or a year, you can practice a tiger skin color, if you use the same energy and time to practice the body, you may not have started yet.

If you only learn the shape of Zhao Ti, it is easy to tend to be soft and weak, and the style is weak, for example, it is the imperial body of Emperor Qianlong, which is almost the sum of the shortcomings of Zhao Ti.

Ten perfect old people, and they are also very complete in their shortcomings.

Tang Bohu may be because he is a painter, he prefers Zhao Ti, he also knows Zhao Ti's problems, so at the same time attack Li Yong's calligraphy, Li Yong is called Li Beihai, because he was Beihai Taishou, his calligraphy purely takes the route of the two kings, but he also has a different way, out of his own way, which is also unique since the second queen.

Later generations spoke highly of Li Yong's style of writing: Xizhi is like a dragon, and Beihai is like an elephant.

Xizhi is like a dragon is the evaluation of Wang Xizhi by Emperor Xiao Yan of Liang Wu, so Beihai Ruxiang directly promoted Li Yong to the position of alongside Wang Xizhi, which shows the status of Li Yong's calligraphy in the Tang Dynasty. Later generations all admired Li Yong, and almost no one was not familiar with the North Sea body.

Tang Bohu wanted to use the unique handsome and steep style of Li Yong's calligraphy to correct Zhao Ti's hypochondriasis, and the way was right, but he failed to be reborn and self-contained, so although his calligraphy was round and smooth, and his skills were excellent, this soft and slippery problem was still in it.

Despite this, it cannot but be admitted that among the people who practiced Zhao style in later generations, Tang Bohu's calligraphy has reached a very high level.

Besides, looking at Tang Bohu's calligraphy, I was still convinced, the old Tang is the old Tang, he is not yet 30 years old, and this realm is already outstanding among the literati of the current dynasty. To tell the truth, Lao Tang with Qiu Xiang is really a must for the Ming literati.