Chapter 882: Spring Festival 3
Li Jinfeng hurriedly smiled and said, "Grandpa, the current day is already very good!" At present, there is a shortage of various materials, ordinary people, it is not easy to even eat a meal of meat, we have fish and meat, who has a more comfortable life than us? ”
When Old Man Lu heard this, he immediately felt comfortable.
His granddaughter-in-law is easy to feed and is not picky at all.
"By the way, Jianguo, I will prepare the red paper, pen and ink inkstone later, and I will write Spring Festival couplets for my family."
The Spring Festival couplets should be pasted during the New Year, unlike decades later, the Spring Festival couplets are all from the factory assembly line, at this time, the Spring Festival couplets are still written by the family themselves.
When the original owner was in the Li family, the Spring Festival couplets were written by Li Fuman.
Although he has not read many books, he can write with a brush in one hand, but it can make many modern learned people feel ashamed when they see it.
Hearing that Mr. Lu, who hadn't written Spring Festival couplets for several years, was going to do it himself, everyone was happy and looking forward to it.
After having a happy lunch, Guo Song, a big professor, did not go back to his room to sleep after eating, but followed everyone to watch Old Man Lu write couplets.
The red paper of the couplet is also cut by yourself, and the red paper of the fifth can write a couplet, and then there are some small ones, such as "children's words are mowgli" and "no taboos".
Lu Mingfang took out five pieces of red paper from the house, and handed over the matter of cutting the red paper to Lu Mingfang.
This is not a simple job, the size of the upper and lower two couplets must be consistent, one point more, one point less will not work.
If the couplet paper cut is messy and different in size, and is seen by people outside, it will definitely be laughed at.
Lu Mingfang cut five pairs of couplets of red paper in one go.
One is placed at Mr. Lu's place, and the other is for her two children, both of whom have been divided into rooms in the unit, and her son Guo Qingguo is in the factory for the New Year.
The daughter is with another colleague, but no matter where she is, in the house she shares, she always has to post Spring Festival couplets.
and then the new home of Li Jinfeng and Lu Jianguo, there is also a couplet.
There was only one left, Lu Mingfang thought, and asked Li Jinfeng to give it to Feng Dachun, she remembered that when she went to Li Jinfeng and Lu Jianguo on the first day, Feng Dachun sent a few stools over and borrowed cooking tools, so that everyone could have a good meal.
It's embarrassing for Old Man Lu.
The meaning of each couplet is different, and each pair has to be original by the old man.
Consider, consider, think, think, think.
In the end, when he put pen to paper, Mr. Lu was already confident.
Li Jinfeng watched from the side, the brush was in the hand of Old Man Lu, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, at this moment, approaching, one by one the words fell.
Li Jinfeng saw the words written by Old Man Lu and knew what a real master level was.
That word is really the best-looking and most distinctive Li Jinfeng has ever seen.
After writing a pair, he handed it to Lu Jianguo and Guo Song to hold, and waited until the ink was dry before putting it on the table on the side.
After the last couplet was written, Mr. Lu put away the pen cleanly.
Place the pen on the pen holder next to it and rest for a while.
Li Jinfeng's eyes narrowed into a straight line with a smile, "Grandpa, you are really amazing, I am afraid that few people can compare with this skill." ”
"That's when my dad was fine, but he often copied the original works of famous artists. What Yan Zhenqing, Wang Xizhi's words, that is to look at and see, practice and practice. Lu Mingfang also looked proud.
She can't write well, but her dad writes well!
"Masterpieces?" When Li Jinfeng heard this word, he was obviously a little more interested.
"Jin Feng girl likes?" Old Man Lu asked.