Zhu Lao wrote it in one go, and the poem was written. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Good! Lao Zhu's poems are good, and so is his calligraphy! Look at the vast momentum emanating from between the lines, like a hidden dragon out of the abyss! ”

Mai Jialiang couldn't help but look at Zhu Lao's calligraphy, and then said: "Old Zhu, look at this calligraphy, if you give it to me in the face of embarrassment!" Although the writing is okay, it is still a little bit worse anyway. ”

Mai Jialiang's words made Ye Chen stunned, and he looked at Cui Hui with some puzzlement.

Cui Hui said with a smile: "Zhu Lao is not only a veteran figure of the Chinese Poetry Association, his name is Zhu Qiying, one of the famous contemporary calligraphers, and now he rarely writes anything over the years, and our Chairman Mai has always wanted Zhu Lao's words, Zhu Lao just didn't write for him, so there is the current scene, there is a chance, Chairman Mai does not want to miss it." ”

Ye Chen looked at Zhu Lao and glanced at Mai Jialiang speechlessly: "Chairman Mai, my words are ugly, so they will not be in your eyes, this calligraphy and painting, I want to give it to Mr. Cerdomon, I don't know what Mr. Cerdomon thinks?" ”

Cerdomon said very happily: "Mr. Zhu, I heard that you have been sealing the pen for many years, and it is my honor to be able to get Mr. Zhu's ink treasure today, thank you very much." ”

After Zhu Lao finished speaking, he smiled and said: "I'm happy today, write another one, how about we do a small charity sale here today, it doesn't matter if the money is more or less, after the end, Xiao Mao will donate the money to the welfare institute or the Hope Project, how do you feel about this proposal?" ”

After the proposal, everyone agreed very much, but when it came to calligraphy, everyone present was a little overwhelmed.

Cui Hui looked at the poets and said, "Teachers, you are going to have an oolong party!" Zhu Lao, you are making a fool of the people of our Poetry Association, and the people of the Calligraphers Association are not allowed to laugh at us, but this is also beneficial, see how much our calligraphy and painting can be worth, haha, then I'll come first, please comment! ”

Cui Hui thought about it, glanced at the old locust tree, pondered a little and then wrote, Cui Hui's handwriting is beautiful, delicate and peaceful, the county government is graceful, between the regular script and the official script, quite attained.

"The water is long, the road is long, the sun and the moon are faintly hanging on the tip, and the Milky Way has a fox fur. South Jinling, Beijing City, the border pass iron horse to look at the enemy chieftain, the soul of the Ming Gu Fangliu. ”

Wang Sidi looked at Cui Huijuanxiu's font, and after reading the poems written aloud, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I can't imagine that Sister Hui not only writes poetry well, but also writes this calligraphy so well, much better than what my grandfather wrote, hehe, if I have time, I will go to Mingxin Teahouse to learn calligraphy from Sister Hui, okay?" ”

Cui Hui smiled: "No problem, you can go when you have time, take your brother Ye Chen, aren't his two classmates also with me?" You learn calligraphy from me, and they talk about family life. ”

For Cui Hui's Sauvignon Blanc, everyone applauded, and Ye Chen naturally looked at Cui Hui with admiration, Sauvignon Blanc can be written like this, but it is also a woman.

If you only look at the first few sentences, I thought it was to write about the feelings of parasis, but then I looked at the last few sentences, but I wrote the north and south of the Ming Dynasty, the heart of guarding the border passes, and the heroic soul will remain forever.

Mai Jialiang and Zhu Lao were even more praised when they saw Cui Hui's poems and fonts, and Master Cerdomon was also quite surprised, looking at Cui Hui and saying to the person next to him: "Female calligrapher? ”

This sentence made everyone stunned, although Master Cerdomon has not been in China for a long time, and has also studied the history here, but obviously he thinks that calligraphers are the patent of men, and he really doesn't know much about Cui Hui's affairs, so he asked, but after the explanation of the person next to him, he smiled and said: "I'm sorry, I thought that calligraphy in China was all men, because I haven't seen female calligraphers, in a sentence in your history, that is, women don't let their eyebrows, haha!" ”

Cui Hui smiled and chatted with Cerdomon, and then several other poets also wrote their own poems, including quatrains, rhythmic poems and Song Ci, in terms of poetry skills, everyone is a veteran, and the poems they do are written around the history of the Ming Dynasty, and most of them praise the bones of the Ming Dynasty, and some write nostalgia.

Although the poems are good, the handwriting is a little unbearable, after all, all the old people's calligraphy skills are still there, but the people who participated in this forum are not only the older generation of poets, but also the new generation of poets, most of whom are about 30 years old, but the brush writing is awkward and indescribable.

There are more and more onlookers at the moment, and Zhu Lao even wrote a long banner, which reads the charity sale of the Chinese Poetry Association, and many people began to bid.

Because this is a temporary auction, few people know the people of the Poetry Society, and the starting price of their characters is also set according to the size of the page.

For example, Zhu Lao's gift to Master Cerdomon, because there are not only Zhu Lao's inscriptions but also Master Cerdomon's crooked brush words, which adds a lot of fun to this calligraphy and painting, and the starting price is 50 yuan.

But I thought that there was no payment, no proof, and there were many onlookers, but there were very few people who bought.

Everyone didn't care about nature, after all, everyone was voluntary, there were not so many requirements, when everyone set their eyes on Ye Chen's body, after Ye Chen, he couldn't run, so he picked up the brush, Wang Sidi learned from them to grind the ink and also grinded the ink for Ye Chen.

Ye Chen glanced at Wang Sidi with a smile and said with a smile: "Girl, do you still grind ink?" ”

Wang Sidi snorted, ignored Ye Chen, walked next to Cui Hui, and looked at Ye Chen, who was writing calligraphy.

"The Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies. Eighty days of hair, it is difficult to destroy the soul of the faithful. ”

Ye Chen didn't write a sentence, Wang Sidi followed along, after reading the previous sentence, Zhu Lao was shocked, and immediately looked at Ye Chen in shock, the last two sentences are a portrayal of the Ming Dynasty, but it is still difficult to subvert the rule of the Qing Dynasty.

"Good! What a son of heaven guards the country, the king dies in the community, little friends, every word is beautiful, I am deeply comforted! ”

Mai Jialiang's eyes are also bright, this poem is better!

After commenting on the poem, he sighed at the poetry and couldn't help but increase the value of the poem a lot.

"Beautiful, I don't know which book friend wrote it, it's Brother Chen."

Another voice came, and when he heard it, Zhu Lao was stunned and said, "Hey, Ouyang old ghost, you're here, just right, look at how this little friend's calligraphy is written?" ”

"Good! Oh no, can I shout it out? You look at the words left between the lines of the pen is strong and strong, with a galloping momentum, strong and strong, the structure is free and frightening, dignified and steady, but on the whole it is a little immature, if you practice for a long time, you will become a family. ”

When Ye Chen heard this, did he have such a bull break?

Mi Fu's font is good, if you learn Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, that must not scare you to death.

"Hey, are you guys auctioning? How about I pay 500 for this work? ”

When the old man Ouyang saw the words on the banner, he immediately didn't ask who wrote it, and directly called for the price.