Li Daoyuan's lift made the whole banquet reach a high. Tide.!

"Zile, why don't you compose a poem on the spot?"

It is the master who speaks, it is a well-known thing for the reputation of Yang Ming Hongcheng's first talent, the two poems are amazing, the Ming Dynasty is actually not the era of poetry prosperity, science makes the scholars or poor or become a group of golden balms to protect themselves, as for those gorgeous words, they rarely appear. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Ming's poetry attainments are very high, the whole Shu is the capital insiders are deeply convinced, the kind of artistic conception between the lines of the first love of the kind of depiction of the emotions of the parties can be described as word by word, if Yang Ming can add another poem today, then they don't say that they can be famous for eternity, but also make people talk, so they all looked at Yang Ming to see what he did next.

Yang Ming got up, and began to recall the poems corresponding to the scene in the later life, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't find the corresponding scene, and just when he was embarrassed, he suddenly remembered Liang Qichao's famous young man's saying.

The boy said that the words are not gorgeous, but the majestic atmosphere is the most exciting, and not only has an inspiring effect, but also an invisible spur, he is now a teenager, aside from the age of the previous life, it is only fifteen years old, at this time, people are born in the court to look forward to, the first grace, this young man said that it is just the right time.

And!

And the Yang clan also needs such an article to inspire other clansmen to forge ahead, from ancient times to the present, there is no family that can be prospered by a person, only the children of the clan have become talents, and become important figures in various professions, so that the entire Yang clan can slowly prosper.

The Yang clan has no background, except for Yang Ming, it can be said that all the others are born with mud legs, they have no qualifications to learn, but now that Yang Ming has become a person, these people have qualifications, and a teenager said that it can be listed as a family science to motivate the children of the clan to learn literature.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming couldn't help but have a happy corner of his mouth, and the wine glass in his hand was raised violently, poured into his mouth, and said: "Thanks to the elders and uncles, today Ming is deeply honored, although it is the boy who has been favored by the saint and the princes of the court, but it is also a major event of the Qingdi Yangmen family, the sages have clouds, since ancient times heroes have come out of the youth, the kid thinks so, so the kid will offer ugly ink to celebrate when he encourages himself, and the other is also to set an example for the children of Yangmen!" ”

Li Daoyuan couldn't stop stroking his beard, Yang Ming couldn't help but feel proud that this disciple of his was a character after all, and immediately said: "Pen and ink waiting!" ”

Suddenly, some clansmen rushed to the study to help Yang Ming get pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and also brought a desk and placed it in the middle of the main hall.

As soon as the desk landed, Yang Lan hurriedly ran over, it stands to reason that he can't enter the main hall as a woman, but she is Yang Ming's little sister, under the guise of helping to study ink, naturally no one said anything, and she is also very much looking forward to what kind of words her eldest brother will write this time.

Although Yang Ming is young, Yang Ming usually asks her to help a little when she is studying, and the most important thing is that Yang Ming feels that her little sister must also have a little culture. He came from later generations, and the relationship between the two brothers and sisters from childhood to adulthood is also very deep, and naturally Yang Lan's teaching has never stopped, so the whole village can have a common language with Li Yanran, the daughter of a scholarly family, and now Yang Ming wants to compose poems on the spot, she actually wants to say that she listens to Li Yanran after silently remembering it, and she can see that her future sister-in-law cares about her eldest brother very much, but sometimes it is not easy to say it clearly.

Yang Ming slowly came to the desk, the desk was five feet three inches long and three feet two wide, a piece of rice paper had been tiled on it by Yang Lan, on the right side of the desk, a top-sized inkstone was placed upright, and Yang Lan's whitewashed little hands had begun to grind ink!

At this time, the main hall, which was originally very lively, had quieted down.

For the literati, this is an opportunity to increase their knowledge of each other, and the servants and the Yang clansmen are a kind of worship, as the lowest level of society, for them, a reader, even a child's voice is the object of their worship, not to mention that now the pen is a dignified person, for Yang Ming's literary talents, most of them have only heard, and even some do not know what is written in those poems, but this does not prevent them from admiring the text.

A pair of eyes were staring at the brush in Yang Ming's hand.

It's terrible to be quiet!

Only Yang Lan's unhurried sound of grinding ink echoed in the hall as if there was a hint of rhythm.

Young.

The ink has been ground up, some vinegar has been added to it, and there is a glimmer of light flowing from the darkness of the ink.

Yang Ming froze down, and the brush that had been prepared in his right hand was gently placed on the inkstone by him, and suddenly, he saw his fingers move slightly, and the brush rolled back and forth between the ink as dexterously as a living thing, just sucking up the juice in the blink of an eye.

Side-step, arch of the foot!

Yang Ming stopped in his chest in one breath, this is exactly the horse step in the martial arts practice basic skills!

This is not the exclusive use of martial artists, especially literati, when writing is to pay attention to the pen such as a sword, a stroke of iron painting, the silver hook is vigorous and powerful, this is not like the general writing of small Kai in general, only with wrist strength, this kind of want to inherit the word pair must use all his strength, write his own style.

Power through the back of the paper!

This is Yang Ming's skill at this time!

The red sun is rising, and its path is bright. The river flows out of the subterranean and flows into the ocean.

Between the pen and the paper, the beginning of a teenager's statement jumped on the paper!

"Good!"

I don't know who it is, so I shouted out right now.

Indeed, the red sun is rising, the road is bright, this sentence is majestic, and the taste of hope is vividly written!

"Brother Li, haha! We're all old! The formal master who spoke, this sentence reminded him of when he was young, and that time was not full of hope, he was talented, and then he went all the way up to become a lifter..... but the years were ruthless, and those high-spirited people slowly turned into memories in the thorns along the way, he was already numb, for life, for everything, but Yang Ming wrote this sentence and he seemed to see the once young self again.

Li Daoyuan didn't speak, just nodded secretly, Yang Ming's words are magnificent, but the more this is the case, the more difficult it will be to write! He's a little worried!

However, this concern did not last long, and Yang Mingfu continued to pick up the pen after filling it with ink.

The dragon walks and the phoenix dances!

Lines of text jumped into the paper like clouds and water!

The hidden dragon soars into the abyss, and the scales and claws are flying. The milk tiger roars in the valley, and the beasts are terrified. The falcon tried its wings, and the wind and dust were blowing. The first child of a strange flower, the emperor. The cadres will be hairy, and there will be a man. The sky wears its blue, and the earth wears its yellow. Through the ages, there are eight wildernesses. The future is like the sea, and the future is long. Beautiful I am a young China, and I am not old with the sky! I am a young man of the Ming Dynasty, and the country has no borders!

Sprinkled with a hundred crosses, each word is written in italics, the pen is like iron, and the words are fragrant!

The entire main hall, especially the people at the table, stood up in unison and were silent for a long time!

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