Yan Buwen has practiced hard pen calligraphy since he was a child, won numerous awards, and also learned brush calligraphy during the period, which is also good, but not as good as a hard pen. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ye Jin stepped forward and read out the words written by Yan Buwen.

"A generation ......"

Ye Jin's voice was relatively clear, and everyone could hear it, because the place was so big, and the people outside couldn't see the poems written by Yan Buwen inside, so Ye Jin read it out.

"The night gave me black eyes......"

At the beginning of this first sentence, the people around him stopped breathing, and even Su Wenjin, who was sitting on the side and had no intention of checking it, closed the poetry book in his hand and listened carefully.

And Lin Yun and Cao Lingyuan's faces changed in an instant......

The beginning of this poem turned out to be like this, everyone hurriedly waited for Ye Jin to say the next sentence, and Yan Buwen also galloped on the paper with his own unique calligraphy, and finally the next sentence was written, and everyone couldn't wait to squeeze forward to look at it, the first sentence just now made many people change color, and there were any expressions.

Until the second sentence came out, everyone gasped, it was too shocking.

Ye Jin said: "I use it to find light......

"In a generation, the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light!" The crowd read it out loud, and yes! These two sentences alone are enough to shock this group of young people, these two sentences are like a glass of wine, drink it, and there is still a lingering fragrance, endlessly, it is really beautiful! Everyone hurriedly looked down, wanting to see what Yan Buwen wrote next, but found that Yan Buwen directly ticked a full stop and put the pen down.

What the! It's finished! Everyone looked at Yan Buwen in disbelief, this expression was like a suspense film that was about to reveal the murderer at the end, but it suddenly came to an abrupt end, this feeling made everyone feel like they couldn't say it, they always felt that the poem was not over, but it was actually over.

There are only two sentences in this poem, which has been completed from foreshadowing to climax, and then to the end, between the two sentences, every word is the essence, every word is indispensable, but it can make people think of a magnificent picture, what kind of pen power can write a poem. As soon as this poem came out, everyone was embarrassed, and everyone knew every word on it, but they couldn't piece together this kind of words like Yan Buwen.

"No ......" There is a young woman who doesn't know whether to question or regret, this poem should be longer, but longer and it feels like a snake is added, just these two short poems, it feels just right.

Ye Jin asked, "Brother Yan, is this gone?" Just two sentences in total? ”

Lin Yun next to him woke up from the shock, in addition to the shock, there was also a kind of shock in his heart, and he was completely shaken by this poem: "Ha, it's nothing great, it's just two sentences, if there are three or four sentences, maybe you can win me." ”

Cao Lingyuan was also unwilling to say: "What black eyes, it's pure nonsense, whether the poem is good or not has to be decided by everyone, everyone thinks that the three of us have the best poem, and the vote can't be wrong." ”

Yan Buwen sneered for a while, he didn't care, why bother with them too much, so he was ready to get up and retire directly, this poem is a classic work of the hazy poet Gu Cheng, although it is only two sentences, but there is everything, and the title "Generation" is also the finishing touch. Even in modern times, this poem is relatively widespread, even if you haven't heard this poem, you must have heard the song "Glory".

"Mr. Yan." Yan Buwen suddenly heard someone shouting about himself, so he looked through the crowd, Su Wenjin had already stood up and shouted.

The shock in Su Wenjin's heart is no less than these people, she is also an ordinary girl, although she is a little more arrogant in her heart, but she can't suppress the excitement in her heart when she encounters a good poem. So he involuntarily stood up and shouted.

"Can you give me a manuscript of this poem?" Su Wenjin said softly, she has always been proud, and her family is well-off, and she has never asked for things from others, so she was a little embarrassed when she said this.

Cao Lingyuan, who was next to him, saw that Su Wenjin actually stood up because of Yan Buwen's poem, and took the initiative to ask for the manuscript, his angry soul was not possessed, and his head was hot, and he said: "Just a two-sentence poem, what are you going to do, I don't know how many times better than him." ”

Su Wenjin glanced at Cao Lingyuan with disdain: "Don't be reckless, I don't like your poems, this "Generation" is not bad." ”

"......Uproar" Everyone was in an uproar, as soon as Miss Su's words came out, everyone was speechless, even Su Wenjin said such a thing, so what else do they evaluate, "Generation" must be much better than Lin Yun and Cao Lingyuan.

"Wen Jin, you!" Cao Lingyuan's face was ashamed, his eyes were bloodshot, he didn't expect Su Wenjin to say this at all, but he couldn't reprimand, this feeling of enduring made him extremely painful.

Lin Yun's eyes were full of bloodshots, and he said coldly: "Miss Su, don't think that you are great after studying abroad for two years, you have to talk about it, where is our poetry bad, and where is the poetry that Yan Buwen is good, we can be convinced!" Otherwise, this is not the end of the matter today. ”

Master Lin Yunlin is in a hurry now, just now he can use a little means to get everyone to vote for him and compare Yan Buwen's poems, but now that Miss Su said this, even such celebrity-level figures think so, do others dare not think so?

Lin Yun didn't care so much, and stopped Su Wenjin directly.

Su Wenjin didn't expect another shameless guy to come, and said coldly: "I'm leaving, can you still stop me?" Whether the poem is good or not, everyone knows in their hearts, I think "Generation" is good anyway, I just like it, what big truth do I tell you. ”

"Since Miss Su said so, I have nothing to say, say goodbye!" Master Lin was furious, and it was not easy to have a seizure, and he could only find himself bored if he stayed here, so he left first.

"Wen Jin, it's my fault, I shouldn't be angry." Cao Lingyuan hurriedly apologized, but in exchange for Su Wenjin's indifference.

Yan Buwen handed the manuscript to Miss Su and said with a smile: "Miss Su has won the award, this manuscript should be regarded as a gift for you, okay, Miss Su, I will leave first, there is something to do today." ”

Yan Buwen smiled at Miss Su, her eyes teased, and Miss Su quickly shifted her eyes to make a mistake with Yan Buwen's provocative eyes. Yan Buwen smiled and left the pavilion.

Now no one stopped him, there were many young women who came to introduce themselves and say goodbye, Yan Buwen returned the gift, this poem confirmed Yan Buwen's talent, so that their previous inappropriate remarks and suspicions against Yan Buwen were terminated. There are also many young women who have already regarded Yan Buwen as a male god in their minds, but they only hated that they were not brave enough at that time, and they did not ask for Yan Buwen's manuscript to let Su Wenjin get their hands.

……

Cao Lingyuan is nothing more than that, listening to Cao Yuanan's name is quite bluffing. Yan Buwen said with a smile, I knew that I wouldn't waste time to come to this "Xinye Tea Party", so that I could find it easily.

Yan Buwen was ready to come over after eating at noon, but the lake was surrounded by houses, and the lake was hidden inside, this side was like a small park, and Yan Buwen walked outside and didn't find that there was a lake inside. This delayed a little time,

Yan Buwen returned home early and saw Xiao Rong preparing to go out.

"Uncle, why are you back, aren't you going to the tea party?" Xiao Rong asked strangely, it has only been two or three hours now.

Yan Buwen responded with a smile: "I've already been there, and I'll come back after writing a poem." ”

"Poetry?" Xiao Rong became interested and asked, "What kind of poem, is it still like Kangqiao's?" I knew that I was also gone, so many people must be interesting. ”

"It's not interesting, this poem is only two lines, I'll read it to you."

Xiao Rong hurriedly stopped Yan Buwen: "Don't do it first, go in and talk about it, you say, I'll write it down silently." ”

"Aren't you going out on the streets?"

"Oh, there's no hurry, it's the same if you go early or late."

So Xiao Rong sat on the chair in Yan Buwen's room, Yan Buwen propped up the table with her hands, and then to: "The name of this poem is "A Generation". ”

"Well, a generation ......"

"Are you ready? I'm going to say that. ”

"Say it."

"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light."

After Xiao Rong finished writing, Yan Buwen looked at Xiao Rong's handwriting and was stunned, now Xiao Rong's writing is a bit similar to Yan Buwen's, and it is also a hard pen book, but Xiao Rong is not very proficient, and the font is not smooth enough in some places.

"What else?"

"It's gone."

"Just those few words?"

"Didn't I just say two words?"

Xiao Rong patted her head: "Hey, I forgot, uncle, your poem is much simpler than "Farewell Kangqiao", and it's quite interesting." ”

Xiao Rong is very satisfied if she can know words, and she doesn't understand the meaning of this poem, but as long as it is a poem written by her uncle, Xiao Rong feels that it will definitely not be bad.

Xiao Rong suddenly looked up at Yan Buwen: "You look into my eyes." ”

Yan Buwen said strangely: "What's wrong?" ”

"Is it black?"

"No, it seems to be brown."

Xiao Rong snorted lightly: "I see that your pupils are also brown, so why did you write black eyes?" ”

Xiao Rong became serious, and there was no way to ignore it, so she could only explain: "Don't you think it's strange that the night gave you brown eyes?" And if you don't look at it carefully, your eyes are black. ”

Xiao Rong pursed her lips and smiled: "I don't mind, uncle, can you give me this poem?" I don't know why, I especially like this poem, more than "Farewell to Cambridge". ”

Yan Buwen picked up the pen and wrote on the manuscript paper on which Xiao Rong wrote this poem: "Give Xiao Rong!" ”

"From now on, this poem will be mine, and you are not allowed to give it to anyone else." Xiao Rong thought for a while, then took out a handkerchief and said, "Uncle, you write poems on this handkerchief, the paper is too easy to lose." ”

"Don't you know how to write?" Yan Buwen asked.

"The words are not as good as yours." Xiao Rong urged, "You write below, and you don't listen to Xiao Rong." ”

Yan Buwen nodded: "Okay, what font do you want, regular script, line script, cursive script or official script, pick a cursive script and official script on the handkerchief is not very good-looking, just pick one of regular script and line script." ”

"Uncle, you write both of them again."

Xiao Rong saw that Yan Buwen finished writing, and then said: "Xingshu, regular script is not as beautiful as Xingshu." ”

Yan Buwen said: "Then I wrote it." ”

Yan Buwen finished writing, and finally wrote a small word in the lower right corner: "Yan Buwen gives Xiao Rong." ”

Xiao Rong waited for the handkerchief to dry, folded it and put it in the small pocket on her chest, and said with a smile: "I want to keep this handkerchief for the rest of my life." ”

Yan Buwen knocked on Xiao Rong's head: "Don't say a lifetime, a lifetime is very long, maybe you will lose it one day." ”

Xiao Rong said solemnly: "No." ”