After the autumn harvest, the weather is slightly cooler. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The agreement between info and Li Fuzi is just around the corner, however, Lin Dezhong can even recognize the words, let alone write poems and words.

However, the second family of the Lin family is just angry with their son, and they are not worried. They had already planned to cheat. Lin Shixiu personally wrote a poem and handed it to Li Fuzi, falsely claiming that it was written by Lin Dezhong.

Lin Shixiu was very confident in this. With his talented literary skills and the pen power of the top student in high school, if he composes a poem and uses it as a work for young children, are you still afraid that Master Li will not look down on him?

So, he spent several nights writing a poem and handed it to Lin Dezhong, so that he could recite it day and night, and understand its meaning.

"Why haven't you written it down yet!"

"I told you you couldn't remember! You can't remember! ”……

The sound of Xu beating Lin Dezhong came from the field again, and it was mixed with Lin Shixiu's reproach from time to time. Lin Dezhong lay on Xu's lap, desperately fluttering his hands and feet, screaming miserably. "I don't want to be educated, I don't want to be educated!" ……

The more you shout, the more you are beaten, the more you are beaten, the more you scream, a vicious circle.

Lin Fusheng looked at the second uncle's family from afar, sweating like rain plowing the field to find treasures, there was a moment in his heart, but he also felt unbearable, but thinking about Lin Shitong's hard work over the years, he opened his eyes and turned around and went back to the courtyard of the Lin family.

On this day, Lin Shitong entered the mountain, and the Yang family and the old lady Wang were busy cleaning up the cut wheat, and the family was busy in their own way.

Because Lin Fusheng was young, his grandmother Wang now regarded him as a good money boy and did not let him work. So, Lin Fusheng took the book and came to the old man's room.

My grandfather's and grandmother's rooms were set up somewhat like a study. There is a farmhouse fire pit next to the wall, and a few simple wardrobes in the corner. In front of the window, there is a bookcase and a bamboo chair. There is rice paper on the table all year round, and on a simple pen stand, there are only two brushes with forked hairs. The inkstone on the corner of the table was wet. On the side of the bookcase, there is a bookshelf, which is empty, and here, most of the books have been passed to Lin Shixiu. It's just that recently, it seems that out of nowhere, there are a few more hand-copied books.

Get up early in the morning to write a few strokes, this is a habit that Mr. Lin has developed in his early years, as long as he is clear-headed, he has to change clothes, clean his face, wash his hands, and then write a few strokes according to the window. Then, the paper on which the words were written was discarded.

He knew that in this world, no one would truly appreciate his talent. Rather than being seen and discarded by others, it is better to throw it away yourself.

When Old Man Lin saw Lin Fusheng coming, a smile of pity appeared on his face. "Echo, have you finished reading the book again?"

Lin Fusheng nodded, raised his little face, smiled at Old Man Lin, and then handed the book over.

"What book do you want to read this time?" Old Man Lin touched the back of Lin Fusheng's head and asked with a smile.

Lin Fusheng habitually jumped on the bamboo chair, took off a brush, straightened his waist, dipped the pen in the ink, gently raised his wrist, and wrote a few words in the corner of the rice paper, "Wenxin Carving Dragon".

The things in the study room are definitely a luxury for the peasant family, and in order to save, Lin Fusheng's words are always as small as possible.

Old Man Lin stepped forward, leaned over to look, and said with a smile: "Fusheng is only five years old, and he is already going to watch "Wenxin Carving Dragon"!" Hahaha......"

During the Ming Dynasty, the education of young children was mainly to read some simple and easy-to-understand books, such as: "Mengqiu", "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", "Thousand Family Poems", "Kindergarten Qionglin" and so on.

If you go one level higher, you will begin to learn to compose poems, write articles, and write Bagu Wen, and at the same time, you will begin to read and memorize some higher books, such as the Four Books and Five Classics, "Wenxin Carving Dragon", "Guwen Guan Zhi" and so on.

Lin Fusheng is five years old, according to ordinary people, usually at this time, he only begins to read and write, but he has already read "Wenxin Carving Dragon", how can he not make Old Man Lin happy.

Lin Fusheng smiled mischievously at Old Man Lin, with a confident demeanor.

"Well, okay, grandpa will give Fu Sheng Mo out, and come and get it on the next day!"

It turned out that the book that Lin Fusheng had been reading was written by Mr. Lin. It's a pity that Mr. Lin is good at calligraphy, but because he failed to embark on his official career, he was buried. Even his own son was unimpressed with his talent.

Lin Fusheng nodded again, and then, pointing to the few words he had just written, he looked up at Old Man Lin.

"Fusheng wants grandpa to see your handwriting, how is it written?"

Lin Fusheng smiled and nodded.

"Okay, I'll take a look!"

The old man bowed his head again, carefully savored it, sometimes nodded, sometimes shook his head, raised his hand to brush his beard, frowned and smacked his tongue.

"Hmm......" The old man sighed, looked sideways at Lin Fusheng, and said with a smile: "Fusheng can know that the ancients had a saying: books must have gods, qi, bones, blood, and flesh. ”

Lin Fusheng nodded, knowing that this was what Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty said.

"The words of polyphony have bones, blood, and flesh, and their shapes can be described as full, but they lack the essence of the book: spirit and qi. Qi is the demeanor of a writer, and God is brewed by the experience of a writer over many years. As he spoke, Old Man Lin stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Fusheng is only five years old, and it is rare in the world to be able to write words with flesh and bones." As for the spirit and qi, it still needs to be tempered for many years before they can be manifested. Otherwise, why those calligraphy words written by everyone, some vigorous, some heroic, some elegant, some free and easy, the reason lies in this, the words are all from the heart. ”

In the memory of his previous life, when he learned calligraphy, the teacher talked about how to write beautifully, and rarely talked about the connotation. For a while, it was really difficult for him to accept this teaching method.

However, Old Man Lin also seemed to see Lin Fusheng's puzzlement, so he continued: "Look at the four words 'Wenxin Carving Dragon', the pen is smooth, but the pen is insufficient. If it is written by an adult, it will inevitably be too feminine and stingy. However, the polyphony is still small, as long as you tie sandbags to your wrists every day and practice wrist strength, this defect will be corrected in the future. ”

Lin Fusheng frowned and nodded reasonably.

After a pause, Old Man Lin continued to look at the words on the paper and said: "Again, it is the words of polyphony, horizontal, apostrophe, vertical, pinch, hook, all written well, only this 'point', but at the end, it seems a little hasty." Come, let Grandpa teach you how to write these words. ”

The old man said, leaned down again, hugged Lin Fusheng, and held his little hand, and wrote patiently on the paper stroke by stroke.

This hand-to-hand writing is more intuitive for Lin Fusheng, and it is easier to grasp the touch between the pen tip and the rice paper. Over the years, he has been like this, following Mr. Lin, slowly realizing the essence of calligraphy and improving his shortcomings little by little.

After reading Mr. Lin's words, Lin Fusheng felt that his words were indeed lacking a lot of charm.

After the words were written, Old Man Lin straightened up, smiled again and touched the top of Lin Fusheng's head, but suddenly frowned, and said in surprise: "Little Fusheng, have you had something on your mind recently?" Why is there a tired look in your eyes? ”

Lin Fusheng was stunned, and even his mother Yang didn't notice it, but the old man Lin, who seemed to be confused, found out. It is true that he has been restless lately, and often spends the night thinking about his studies.

Xu thought he was embarrassed, and he didn't even let Li Fuzi see his face, how could he get in. This is a really annoying question.