There are a total of twelve poems that have been handed over, plus Li Changan.

Twelve poems, if you swallow dates and read them, you can read them quickly.

But Xu Nian read it slowly, word by word, even if the poems in front of him made him frown, he didn't throw them aside.

Instead, after careful consideration, he wrote down his comments in the margins, and then put forward his own revisions.

He was only one step away from the master, but he did not despise any of the poems.

Finally, at the end of the comment, the words "This is the words of my family, and we ask for advice from each other".

After reading the first eleven poems, two hours have passed.

The last song is Li Changan's "Acacia Two Songs".

Xu Nian turned his head, moved his muscles and bones, and didn't reach out to take Li Changan's poem in front of him.

To be honest, he didn't want to see it.

Li Changan's performance seemed to him to be a little impetuous.

I said so much earnestly, but it still had no effect.

Young and vigorous.

"That's it." Xu Nian finally took the "Two Lovesick Songs" on the table, "After reading it, find out the shortcomings, and when I talk to him later, I can also have something to say." ”

The first thing that catches your eye is not the poems, but the handwriting.

"Hiss......" Xu Nian subconsciously gasped, approached the rice paper in his hand, and carefully studied it word by word.

"It's obviously a calligraphy, but it uses cursive penmanship in it to add momentum; Not only cursive, but also regular script, and more static beauty, wonderful ......"

"The lines are mostly based on lifting and pressing, and occasionally using the twisting brushwork, and the pen is crisp and neat at the turning point."

Before Xu Nian could read the content, he was already shocked by Li Changan's few crosses.

This was the first time he had seen Li Chang'an's calligraphy, and he had the feeling of looking at the works of a master calligrapher.

It's not that no one has written it, but Li Changan's words are refreshing.

"This 'dice' word, ghostwriting can be called a must, so many strokes pass by, but it does not affect the beauty of the word."

Xu Nian was amazed.

"It's a pity, I can still see the craftsmanship, the turn seems crisp, and it still feels a little muddy."

Although he said that it was a pity, Xu Nian's eyes were shining, like a wolf that had seen his prey, waved his hand to close the door, and then carefully smoothed the rice paper in his hand.

"Although it has not yet reached the level of a master, it has obviously taken a new path, which is rare."

Xu Nian rubbed his hands together and reopened a piece of rice paper, preparing to transcribe Li Changan's poems first.

Such a precious piece of writing, he is reluctant to use his pen to evaluate it, and he must keep it.

"This Li Changan Li Taibai, I can't imagine that there is a good hand, but it is still unique, is it really a genius to this extent?"

Xu Nian praised while copying, "Don't talk about the content of the poem, just this word is a must." ”

Calligraphy and danqing, no one in the world can avoid it.

Readers basically have a good hand, but the specific goodness is not really what the average person reads.

There are high-ranking figures, and according to the grade evaluation of "apprentices, skilled craftsmen, skilled craftsmen, masters, and Wenzong" within the academy, evaluation standards have also been set for other fields, and they have been popularized, and gradually won the approval of most people.

The first is an apprenticeship, which means that you have just entered the path and have a solid foundation.

Then it can be called a craftsman, and the craftsman can make a living from it and teach his disciples, but there is more silk craftsmanship and less branches.

Then he became a master, and the master's artistic conception was harmonious, whether it was calligraphy or Danqing, there were thousands of atmospheres.

After the master, it is Zongzheng, who opened a sect and established a sect in its own right, which can be described as the orthodoxy of a faction.

Li Changan's calligraphy, in Xu Nian's opinion, is already at the level of a top craftsman.

One step further can be called a master.

Whether it is poetry, calligraphy, or Go.

As long as it reaches the level of a master, it is enough to be admired by the world.

That's a real presence standing high above the clouds.

Xu Nian's speed of transcribing is very fast, but the further back he goes, the slower the speed of writing.

Especially when I copied "Linglong Dice An Red Bean, I don't know if I know it", goosebumps all over my body, as if I had exhausted all my strength to transcribe these two sentences.

Carefully putting Li Changan's handwriting aside, Xu Nian took the poems he had copied and read them word by word.

"A foot of crimson is better than qu dust, and the old is not as good as the new."

"A foot crimson...... The hijab on the woman's head when she got married, and the red cloth covered with dust implied that Lang Jun liked the new and hated the old. ”

"Although the technique is tactful, the words are too straightforward, and in terms of meaning, they lack subtle beauty."

Xu Nian wrote his opinion on the side, and then continued to look down,

"The Hehuan peach pit is hateful in the end, and there is no one else in Xu Yuanlai."

"Hehuan walnut, a symbol of the love of husband and wife, but there is another person in it, this 'person' and 'benevolence' have the same sound, which is a bit interesting."

"This first song, there are a lot of techniques, but the overall artistic conception is still too hurtful, lacking some aftertaste, too straightforward and shallow."

Xu Nian was considering every word, and it seemed that the evaluation was not too high, but his heart was shaken.

Just from the perspective of poetic conception, it is a big difference in "Ascending the Ninth Floor", and the two are not the same level.

But Xu Nian has read the first draft of "Whispering".

This poem is clearly written as "Whispering".

The fit between the two is a bit excessive.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Xu Nian continued to look down.

"The bottom of the well is lit with deep candles, and the Gonglang is a long line of Mo Go."

Xu Nian read this sentence several times before he shook his head with tears and laughter,

"I just said that the last poem was too straightforward and simple, but this poem is too vague, who can see it?"

"The lamp at the bottom of the well is a deep candle, which is a metaphor for the meaning of 'deep will'."

"Changxing is a kind of game, and here it means traveling; Mo Go is a pun on 'don't violate the return date'. ”

"This is to let Lang Jun travel far away, and he must not forget to return to ......"

Xu Nian picked up the pen again and made a mark, and then solemnly looked at the last two sentences.

These two sentences are the most quintessence, and every time I read them, I have a sense of poignancy and lingering.

"Exquisite dice An red beans, I don't know if I am lovesick to the bones."

"The exquisite dice are used in the long line game, and once again remind the husband of 'long line Mo Go'."

"The lingering meaning of 'lovesickness to the bones and not knowing', the soul of the bones is ......"

"This Li Changan, where did he come from? It is so written about the woman's inseparability...... Heart-wrenching. ”

If you really want to say how high the idea of this poem is and how wonderful the technique is, Xu Nian was the first to disagree.

can just talk about whether it fits with "Whispering", Xu Nian is the first to be convinced.

If you change the position of the first song and the second song, it is exactly the same as the story of "Whispering".

Even Xu Nian faintly felt in his heart that the last two sentences of "Exquisite dice and red beans, lovesick to the bones and don't know" are stronger than the entire "Whispering".

It's not a matter of poetry and script.

It's more like the whole "Whispering" just to set off these two poems.

Especially......

Xu Nian's gaze swept over the last two sentences, and he still couldn't help but get goosebumps.

For a long time, Xu Nian rubbed his forehead, chuckled and shook his head,

"This Li Changan ......"

"It's so young and vigorous that people don't have a temper."

He also said that he wanted to talk to him, beat him a little bit or two, and learn to be down-to-earth.

It's good now, what to talk about?

Praise him for his good handwriting?

Or praise him for his good poetry?

But the words have already been spoken......

Xu Nian suddenly felt a terrible headache.