"Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk........"

Quatrains!

Quatrain for the ages!

He Yi stopped the brush.

After being silent for a long time, He Yi sighed and said, "Little brother, I'm not as good as you." ”

He has written articles and poems all his life, but at this moment, he deeply felt the gap between himself and Chen Ming.

It was as if there were thousands of mountains and rivers between the two.

Chen Ming hurriedly waved his hand: "Inspiration is occasional." ”

Frankly speaking, He Yi is very accomplished in literature.

But behind Chen Ming is a whole prosperous Tang Dynasty!

No matter how strong a person's strength is, it is impossible to compete with an era.

Strictly speaking, He Yi is not inferior to Chen Ming, he is inferior to Li Bai.

Shixian Li Bai is not called in vain!

Li Huabin also sighed with emotion: "The morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk, it is really picturesque!" ”

Other continents are not clear.

But there is absolutely no second person in the Middle Earth region who can write such verses.

Chen Ming is a unique existence.

To be honest, Chen Ming remembered this poem and thanked one person.

When he was visiting the art exhibition in Qiqi Beihar in Beizhou, he met a woman named Mu Chengxue.

Her name is very beautiful.

At first, Chen Ming thought that the meaning of her parents' name came from the morning like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

But on second thought, the idea wasn't realistic.

After all, the poem "Morning Like Green Silk Turning into Snow at Dusk" is a quatrain on the earth, and it is impossible for it to appear in China.

But the name Mu Chengxue reminded Chen Ming of the song "Will Enter the Wine".

With this, Chen Ming still has to thank the woman who has only met once.

He Yi didn't start writing, and was still immersed in the artistic conception of the first two sentences.

Chen Ming didn't read any further.

When He Yi had almost cleaned up his mood, Chen Ming was ready to continue reading.

Next, every time Chen Ming recited a sentence, He Yi would stop and ponder for a long time.

A 176-word poem was written for more than an hour before slowly closing the pen.

Looking at the ink on the white paper, He Yi blew lightly, carefully picked it up, and looked at it.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon."

"I was born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when she is gone."

.......

"Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you."

"Wonderful!"

"It's amazing!!" "The old man has studied literature for decades, but he didn't expect to see such heroic and free verses before he retired."

"I'm really ashamed of the literary world!"

He Yi is like a treasure, and his eyes are full of love.

These two poems are the best gifts he has received in his life.

"The old man wants to frame them and hang them in his study, I don't know if Little Brother Chen agrees?"

He Yi looked at Chen Ming expectantly.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts.

But at this moment, He Yi was really convinced!

Chen Ming's poetic attainments were stronger than anyone he knew.

In China, Chen Ming is definitely the first person to write poetry.

When the song "Will Enter the Wine" was written, He Yi already knew in his heart that Chen Ming was absolutely not suspected of plagiarism.

Let's ask, who else can write such a poem except Chen Ming?

At least, none of the people He Yi knew had such talent.

"Naturally, you can."

Chen Ming didn't want to hide it.

Being able to see Chinese poetry shine in China, Chen Ming's heart was also very happy.

On the white paper, the black letters are covered with the fragrance of ink.

He Yi handed the brush to Chen Ming: "There is still one last step left, little brother, please nominate it!" ”

He's just copying people.

The poet is Chen Ming.

Therefore, the last step of putting away the scroll requires Chen Ming himself to write his name on the paper.

And He Yi can't stamp the main seal, only the secondary seal.

It's a sign of respect for the creators.

Chen Ming wanted to refuse, after all, his handwriting was not very beautiful.

If he is allowed to nominate it, it may ruin the beauty of the whole calligraphy.

But at He Yi's insistence, Chen Ming still carefully wrote his name in the lower right corner.

I have to say that Chen Ming writes other words like a dog, but only writes his own name, which looks a little calligraphy.

After Chen Ming finished writing his name, He Yi took out his subseal and stamped it below Chen Ming's name.

At this point, the calligraphy is complete.

Chen Ming original, He Yi copyed.

Li Huabin looked greedy!

He was the only one who knew how valuable this copy was.

He Yi likes calligraphy on weekdays, but rarely stamps after copying.

With He Yi's status and status, every stamped copybook can be sold for a sky-high price.

Gradually, He Yi no longer stamped.

First, he didn't want his calligraphy to be defined by money, and second, there were too many people who begged him to give words, so he got bored of it, so he simply announced that he would no longer stamp it.

He Yi's font can be imitated, but his seal is very special and cannot be imitated by others.

In this way, He Yi doesn't have to worry about others deceiving people outside under his banner.

It can be said that if this seal is stamped, it will be covered by millions, or even tens of millions.

The calligraphy in front of me is not paper, but a mansion.

Li Huabin is a cultural person, he knows that he shouldn't have this kind of mentality, but he can't restrain himself, after all, a mansion is in front of him, it's hard not to think about it.

"Xiaobin, take some time to frame it for me."

He Yi handed the notebook to Li Huabin.

Li Huabin's face suddenly turned nervous, if this was wrinkled, or damaged, he would be guilty.

He Yi put the seal away, and then looked at Chen Ming.

His eyes were full of relief.

He is already old, and the future of Huaguo's literary world still depends on these young talents.

"Come, sit."

He Yi kindly put his arm around Chen Ming's shoulders and sat down on the sofa.

Guo Dalei is stupid!

He has always thought highly of Chen Ming, but when he looks at it today, he still underestimates Chen Ming.

The song "Will Enter the Wine" just now made his scalp numb!

With this talent, what kind of entertainment industry are you mixed with?

When I joined the National Academy, I started with the title of associate professor.

Even, Chen Ming's name will be the same as He Yi, and he will become a frequent visitor to junior and senior high school Chinese textbooks.

This is the supreme honor!

All the children of the new generation will remember the name Chen Ming.

Guo Dalei, who came back to his senses, glanced at Chen Ming, and his heart was full of sighs: God closed the window of Chen Ming's appearance, but he chiseled through the walls on all sides.

Does Chen Ming need this window?

Not really!

His talent has already attracted everyone.

He Yi was too enthusiastic.

Enthusiastic to Chen Ming's heart.

From the attitude of He Yi,

Chen Ming could feel that He Yi wanted to pull him into the National Academy.

But let's be honest,

Chen Ming was not very interested.

He himself is only interested in singing, and is not very interested in poetry creation.

Of course

If it's an ancient song, that's another story.

The next second,

He Yi took Chen Ming's right hand and warmly invited: "Little brother, join our National Academy." ”

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