Jiang Xiaoshi looked at the poem, the regular script is good, but this poem is much worse, so the poem at the beginning of the word?

Jiang Xiaoshi smiled and wrote an old character on the rice paper, she used Ouyang Xun's European font, because when she recalled it just now, this kind of font suddenly appeared in her mind. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the same time, the figure and voice of the father appeared.

"The words are so ugly, let's practice them well."

Then he threw a copy in front of him, it was Ouyang Xun's word, so she was the most familiar with this kind of word, although she couldn't imitate his charm, but it was okay to imitate the characteristics, just like it.

"This word is good, who is this girl, it shouldn't be big, this word is so well written, and it will be in the future."

"Well, this script is no worse than Lao Li, it can't be that he is not famous, but is there any such young calligrapher?"

The first word of Jiang Xiaoshi's words came out, and the following began to be discussed, most of the people who can come here today are lovers of ancient poetry, and naturally they know some calligraphy, so when they see Jiang Xiaoshi's words, they are all amazed.

That Zhou Hongzhuo frowned when he saw Jiang Xiaoshi's old word, this word is not simple, but the word is well written, but it is not necessarily a good poem, this is a poetry association, not a calligraphy association, naturally it is a little more poetry.

Of course, you can't say that, if your words are well written, but the words are like scribbling by elementary school students, it will definitely attract laughter.

Jiang Xiaoshi ignored everyone's words, just looked at the old word she wrote, and nodded with satisfaction, this word is still good, it seems that the ten calligraphy experience books have not been eaten in vain, otherwise, now I can only rely on poetry, which will definitely be much worse.

Satisfied with his work, Jiang Xiaoshi did not pause, and continued to write, after all, there are still regulations for this competition, although it does not require seven steps to become a poem, but there is also a time limit, and a round of competition can only be five minutes.

In other words, to write a poem in these five minutes, this poem can be your own original poem or a poem written by the ancients.

The poem written by Lao Li before was a poem in ancient times, but that poem was not very famous, after all, the people here are not like Jiang Xiaoshi, there are many classic poems from the previous life in their minds, and it is impossible to make a poem in five minutes, so they can only write it.

But Jiang Xiaoshi is different, she has countless ancient poems in her mind, and it is simple to write a poem that begins with an old word.

After a few brushes, Jiang Xiaoshi finished writing a poem.

"Good, good words, good poetry."

That Master Su also walked over, looked at the poems written by Lao Li, and then looked at Jiang Xiaoshi's poems, nodded and said.

Hearing Master Su's comment, Lao Li also looked at Jiang Xiaoshi very much, the meaning was obvious, how? Little girl, let's go home.

"The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is exhausted, but the Yangtze River skyline is seen. ”

Master Su didn't pay attention to others, but read it to himself.

"This poem is well written, and this word is neatly written with a pen, slightly subordinate, the pen is strong, meticulous, just now I was watching from the sidelines, the little girl's fingering is heavy, the force runs through the end, full of all directions, and there is no fake external force, it is a good word, a good word."

Master Su was still muttering to himself, not paying any attention to Zhou Hongzhuo, whose face turned pale.

That Lao Li was also a little unhappy when he heard Master Su say this, just now he didn't look at Jiang Xiaoshi's words, thinking that the writing was average, but he found that Jiang Xiaoshi wrote better than himself in both poetry and words, and he was instantly convinced.

"It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, I took it."

Lao Li shook his head and said.

"Hehe, Lao Li, you don't have to care, your handwriting is also good, much better than last year."

Master Su said, and then pointed to Jiang Xiaoshi's words and announced.

"Literally, this girl is better than Lao Li's words, and in poetry, Lao Li is better than this little girl...... It's a little worse, so this first game, there is no doubt that it was won by this girl. ”

Hearing Master Su's words, no one present objected, and even if there were, it was hard to say anything, because Jiang Xiaoshi won very completely this time.

"My sister is so good."

Hearing Master Su's words, the girl named Xiaoxuan also shouted happily, and the mother of the girl next to her also nodded excitedly.

This poem is Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower to Meng Haoran's Guangling", of course, it is not a simple poem, but a very famous farewell poem, the whole poem has a broad artistic conception, deep affection, and is a masterpiece that has been recited through the ages.

And at this time, those who watched also emitted all kinds of emotions.

"This girl is really not simple."

"Yes, Lao Li has lost, not only the calligraphy has lost, but this poem does not have the taste of this little girl's poem."

"This is only the first round, and there are nine rounds to come."

……

"Okay, let's start the second round, let's start the draw!"

Master Su pressed his hands down, and then said, as soon as his words fell, the staff over there began to draw lots, or the computer randomly matched, and then a staff member typed the words on the computer onto the big screen.

This time the words are two words, long poem, narrative.

Poems that contain eight or more lines in a poem are collectively called long poems, and narrative is literal, narrative long poems.

"Long narrative poems? There aren't many classics, which of you has thought of them? ”

Zhou Hongzhuo asked the people behind him.

"I'll do it."

A young man said.

"Okay, Xiaoyi, you can go."

Zhou Hongzhuo nodded, this Xiaoyi was the champion of last year's National Young Calligrapher Competition, and he was very good at line.

"It's Xiaoyi, he should use what he is best at, right?"

"It should be right, I watched last year's game, and Xiaoyi's line is great."

"yes, it should be better than the girl's regular script."

Jiang Xiaoshi imitated Ouyang Xun's words, and did not imitate it, after all, she was also writing it for the first time, so compared to a person who has practiced calligraphy for more than 20 years, it is normal to compare.

"Long narrative poems?"

Jiang Xiaoshi also smiled when she looked at the big screen, and then looked at the person who had already started writing.

"Huh? Lines? Nicely written. ”

Jiang Xiaoshi said, and then picked up the brush again and dipped it in the ink, just when recalling the regular script, he recalled all the famous fonts, and finally chose the regular script of the four major families.

As for long narrative poems, this is nothing, there are quite a few narrative poems in my mind!

(ps: Thank you for the reward, thank you, the monthly pass, (To be continued.) )