'Seeing the cold wind in Chang'an City, I want to write a book. I can't say enough in a hurry, and the pedestrians are about to open the seal. Another beautiful voice came from the stage, and finally read Chu Ze's poem.

After listening to this poem, the discussion in the audience became even more intense!

"Another masterpiece!"

"I want to write a book", I saw an old man shaking his head and tasting it carefully, and then patted his thigh, "Wonderful, really wonderful!" Because of the cold wind, I was homesick, so I wanted to write a book, but I didn't know where to start writing a thousand words. Because it's "meaning Wanzhong", but I don't know how to write this book? Did you write it? ”

Another old man next to him hurriedly said, "Pedestrians are about to open and open, this is obviously a book, and the long words are endless, Linfa Kaifeng, very nostalgic for it!" It's just that I don't know if it was sent out in the end, wonderful, it's really wonderful! The sentences of this poem are all sexual language! ”

The lobby was suddenly full of voices discussing the poem: "If you want me to say that the letter must have been sent, it has already been written, and it must have been sent." A young man said, but was immediately refuted by another person, "Didn't you see that it was all opened, it was all opened, and naturally it was not sent!" "There was no argument for a while.

And after reading this poem, Wei Siyi on the stage remembered the letter she asked her fellow villagers to bring back yesterday, and she didn't know when she would arrive! "The orange tree in front of the old house, I don't know how it grows at this time?" Wei Siyi looked at the poem in her hand and read it carefully, which aroused a sense of homesickness in her heart, a pair of smart big eyes, and a faint fog!

I took a closer look at the poem in my hand, but found that the font was even better. Chu Ze wrote this poem in italics of Zhao Mengfu, who has an important role and far-reaching influence in the history of calligraphy art. His contribution to calligraphy lies not only in his calligraphy works, but also in his calligraphy theory, and he has many insightful opinions on calligraphy. He believes: "There are two kinds of learning, one is penmanship, and the other is glyphs. The penmanship is fine, although good is still evil; The glyph is wonderful, although it is still familiar. Learning books can solve this, and you can only use books to speak. "Zhao Mengfu's words are mainly neutralized. Graceful and peaceful, not excited, gathered and elegant, quite beautiful! Chu Ze's Zhao Ti Kaishu is already a masterpiece, and it has its own unique charm. At this time, the people of the Tang Dynasty admired Feibaiti, and after seeing Chu Ze's words for the first time, Wei Siyi's whole person was attracted, only to see that the font strokes were smooth and smooth, with calligraphy and brushwork, soft on the outside and steel on the inside, and dignified in shape, just like a personable son.

Wei Siyi's eyes brightened even more, and she shouted loudly to the audience, "I don't know which Lang Jun wrote this poem, can you come out and see it?" ”

Everyone in the audience also wanted to know who made such a good poem at the moment, and they all echoed "Who wrote this poem?" ”

Chu Ze waved his hand, and then said with a calm smile, "Thank you for your love, this poem was written below, and I hope you will criticize and correct it more." ”

Seeing Chu Ze who stood up, everyone also looked carefully, "What a jade-like son, wearing a cyan plain gown, although the fabric is coarse cloth, but at this time wearing Chu Ze has a different temperament, long hair like the wind, clear eyes like lake water, tall and tall demeanor, fresh and handsome, it can really be regarded as a heroic jade tree in the wind!" ”

Wei Siyi Lingxiu's eyes turned to look at Chu Ze, "Haven't asked this son's name yet?" ”

Chu Ze was also very excited at this time, this was the first time that a girl asked her name after living for two lifetimes, and quickly replied, "Under Chu Ze", he smiled shyly after speaking.

"Childe is talented, he has done such a good job, the little woman has a reluctant request, I wonder if Gongzi Chu can give me this poem?" Wei Siyi looked at Chu Ze expectantly.

"Since Miss Wei likes it, then I'll give it to the girl!" Isn't it just a poem, Chu Ze thought to himself.

Hearing Chu Ze's promise, Wei Siyi hurriedly saluted Chu Ze, "Thank you so much for Master Chu!" ”

Everyone in the lobby looked at Chu Ze with envy in their eyes at this time, "This kid is so lucky, he has won the favor of Miss Wei, Miss Wei is the Oiran of Cuiyuan Building!" At the same time, I secretly regretted that I couldn't write such a moving poem.

After a fierce selection, the three poems that were promoted were finally selected, the first was Wang Zhiyuan's poem, followed by Chu Ze's, and the third was written by another teenager, Chu Ze didn't remember the content of the poem!

Shopkeeper Hu stood on the stage and announced loudly: "After fierce selection, the first round of this poetry meeting is Wang Zhiyuan, Wang Gongzi, Chu Ze, Chu Gongzi, Liu Yingyi, Liu Gongzi!" The homesick poems of the three sons are really sincere, so that the old man also reminds of his hometown, and I hope that the three sons can make more touching masterpieces in the next round of the competition. ”

Wei Siyi said, "It is the middle of winter at this time, and I also asked the three sons to write a poem with the theme of winter, and the little woman is looking forward to the masterpieces of the three sons." ”

After listening to the title, Wang Zhiyuan and Liu Yingyi both began to ponder. As for Chu Ze, he picked up a glass of wine, tilted his head and poured it into his stomach, his movements were very chic! After a glass of wine, Chu Ze shouted: "Bring the pen!" "This forced outfit is fresh and refined, Chu Ze gave himself a full score in his heart, and he is not afraid of being proud!

Seeing that everyone praised his brother's poems so much, Chu Qing was also very happy in his heart, "I know that my brother is a talented person!" One smirked beside him, and when he heard Chu Ze's words, he quickly picked up the pen from the table and handed it over.

With a wine in his hand, a pen in his hand, and a sway, Chu Ze began to write on paper!

The old man next to him saw that Chu Ze began to write without thinking, he was very curious, and leaned over to see what Chu Ze wrote, only to see that the paper was a font that he had never seen before, his eyes lit up, and his breathing began to be short, this word is really good-looking, majestic, rigorous, and meticulous. Thin and powerful, strong bones, and beyond the world. The horizontal elders are thin and stretched, and the short horizontal ones are thick and powerful! exclaimed, "What a word! I have never seen such a font for half my life! Everyone squeezed over when they heard the old man's shout, and their eyes widened when they saw what Chu Ze wrote, as if they saw a hungry wolf with meat!

After the whole poem was written, he instructed Xiao Er to hand it over to the stage, and when he saw the crowd of people crowded around him, Chu Ze became modest, "Thank you for your love!" ”

Looking at Shi Wei Siyi in her hand, tears flowed unconsciously, life has fallen to this, and the desolation is not just snow? Thin as a withered branch, who to talk to, who can understand? This poem was really written in her heart, adjusted her mood, but her voice was still a little trembling, and she read the poem out: "Luo Xiang is wet but not dry, and it is desolate and snowy." It's hard to sleep, and the music is absolutely unsounding. The bamboo leaves in front of the window, the wind is blowing. The winter clothes are weak, and there are far away, looking forward to the spring season. The lonely lamp shines alone, and the words are chanted into blood. Only plum blossoms know bitterness and fragrance to pick up. There are thousands of sorrows, and when it comes to the heart, it is stronger than the frost wind. Thin as a withered branch, who to say with each other. ”

This poem accompanied Wei Siyi's voice spread throughout the hall, and everyone quieted down after listening to it, and a bleak and miserable picture unconsciously appeared in their minds.

The tear stains on the placket of the shirt have not yet had time to dry, and the desolate rain and snow have come again. My eyes are sleepy, but my mind is a mess. She was in a state of insomnia and couldn't sleep at all.

The bitter cold wind, howling wantonly, seemed to be about to break all the bamboo leaves in front of the window. If things are like this, how can people be worthy? The blue light flickered and shone on her pale and beautiful face. Parting with sorrow and parting has always been untidy and messy. In this long cold winter night, she was as thin as a withered branch, and she could not find someone to confide her sorrows. Only the wisps of dark fragrance that hit her, when she needed it most, gave her incomparable spiritual comfort.

Isn't it, only on such a cold night can a person understand how bitter it is to miss? Isn't it the only situation in which a person knows how terrible loneliness should be?

Wang Zhiyuan, who was about to start writing, listened to this poem and remembered his wife who was far away in Luoyang, "Is she also so missing me at home, is she also thin like a withered branch every cold night, and Luo is wet and not dry," Thinking of this, Liu Zhiyuan suddenly had no desire to write poems, and just wanted to return home and reunite with his wife as soon as possible. The pen he had just lifted was put down again, his eyebrows tightened, he stood up and walked to Chu Ze's side, "Brother Chu, you deserve to be the first name today, I am ashamed of myself!" ”

"Brother Wang is polite, it's just a flash of inspiration! Please also ask Brother Wang for more advice! Chu Ze said modestly.

"Brother Chu is humble, after listening to Brother Chu's poems, I just want to hurry back to Luoyang to visit my humble Jing at home, he will meet again in the future, and Brother Chu will not get drunk and not return!"

Chu Ze arched his hand and said, "Since this is the case, then I wish Brother Wang a smooth journey home, and he is scheduled to return if Brother Wang is not drunk!" ”

"Thank you, Brother Chu!" After saying this, Wang Zhiyuan walked out of the door, very chic!

Liu Yingyi on the side saw this scene, and heard Chu Ze's poem again, plus he still had no clue. also stood up and walked over, "Brother Chu, I can't shoot the horse, admire and admire!" "Obviously gave up.

Seeing this, Chu Ze also smiled casually, "Brother Liu is polite, I hope to communicate more with Brother Liu in the future!" ”

"Brother Chu's words are exactly what I mean!" Picked up the wine glass and said to Chu Ze, "Brother Chu, please!" "A glass of wine is down!

"Brother Liu, please!" After speaking, I drank it with a glass of wine!

At this time, everyone in the lobby didn't know that the first name of today's poetry club had been produced, and they all came to congratulate Chu Ze, and Chu Ze returned the gift one by one. Chu Qing watched from the sidelines, his face flushed with excitement, "My brother is out, out of breath!" ”

The shopkeeper Hu on the stage was even more impressed with Chu Ze, he had such a literary talent at a young age, and he still had to make more friends after making up his mind. coughed lightly, "Today's Chu Langjun is really worthy of the name of the poetry meeting, the old man is here to congratulate Chu Gongzi, and at the same time thank you for your participation, and please come to participate in the next month's poetry meeting on time!" ”

Wei Siyi on the stage also gave a salute at this time and left, but when she left, she seemed to have no intention, but she actually glanced at Chu Ze intentionally.