Chapter 468 Between Mountains, Rivers, Rivers and Lakes

Soon.

Luo Feng held an old manuscript in his hand, on which were displayed exquisite seal scripts, exuding a quaint atmosphere. He carefully hid the manuscript in his backpack for fear of being discovered. Full of anticipation and nervousness, he was eager to share this important historical artifact with Zhang Chen.

Luo Feng came to the door of Zhang Chen's house and rang the doorbell. After a while, the door opened, Zhang Chen showed a surprised expression, and warmly invited Luo Feng into the house.

"Luo Feng! It's finally here!" Zhang Chen greeted Luo Feng into the living room with a smile on his face.

"yes, I'll be here after I got the manuscript in order." Luo Feng said with a smile.

Zhang Chen looked at Luo Feng gratefully: "You are so good! I'm very excited about this collaboration."

Luo Feng shook his head lightly: "You're welcome, since we are friends, it is appropriate to help each other."

The living room is filled with a variety of antique and artwork display cases. The noble and gorgeous sculptures, exquisite and precious jade, and famous paintings that have been handed down for hundreds of years all show Zhang Chen's spirit as a collector.

Luo Feng's gaze was attracted by a particular one. In the corner of the collection cabinet, there is a seemingly ordinary jade. Luo Feng couldn't help but walk over and stretched out his hand to touch.

"Be careful!" Zhang Chen hurriedly went over and reminded, "That's my latest collection of cultural relics, and it has just been shipped from abroad."

Luo Feng slowly withdrew his hand and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm too curious."

Zhang Chen smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, I know you're very interested in antique art."

After the two found the sofa and sat down, Luo Feng took out the manuscript in his backpack. qδ.net

"This is a manuscript from the Ming Dynasty." Luo Feng opened his mouth to explain, "It records information about a historical event and precious cultural relics."

Surprise flashed in Zhang Chen's eyes: "Wow! Such an important cultural relic! You're amazing!" Soon, Luo Feng sat in front of Zhang Chen's computer and opened several ancient poems he had downloaded before. These poems, which he found from manuscripts, record the wisdom and creativity of the ancient literati.

He carefully read each psalm and pondered whether the spiritual power contained in it matched his own understanding of spiritual power. Luo Feng knew that ancient literati often used inspiration and inner experience to express their understanding and emotions about the world when writing poems. Through in-depth study of these ancient poems, Luo Feng hopes to further enhance his appreciation of treasures.

He scrolled with the mouse and gently controlled the text moving across the screen, intently grasping the mystery. Every line flashed before his eyes, a captivating and spiritual picture. He could feel the wealth of information and emotion in every word.

Luo Feng was deeply immersed in it, and seemed to have forgotten everything around him. And Zhang Chen, who was standing behind Luo Feng and observing his study of ancient poetry, was infected by such a focused and devoted atmosphere.

He was infected by the wisdom and beauty displayed by Luo Feng's indulgence in these cultural heritages, and he asked Luo Feng for advice from time to time.

"Luo Feng, what do you think is the artistic conception of this poem?" Zhang Chen asked, pointing to a line of words on the screen.

Luo Feng raised his head, thought for a moment, and then replied, "This poem should depict the magnificence of nature and the harmonious coexistence of human beings and nature. There is a quiet and mysterious power flowing between the lines."

Zhang Chen showed a satisfied expression: "You have a very reasonable point. I always thought this poem was a bit elusive, but after listening to your explanation, it seemed to lift my soul."

Luo Feng smiled and nodded: "The works of ancient literati often contain infinite wisdom and inspiration, and by studying their works, we can better understand history and culture."

Zhang Chen sighed, "That's true. Each artwork or artifact is a testimony to an era and carries countless personal emotions and thoughts." Soon, Zhang Chen left the room, leaving the space to explore to Luo Feng alone.

After some work, Luo Feng closed the computer, closed his eyes, and quietly recalled the profound artistic conception conveyed by those ancient poems. He felt the spiritual power contained in the poem, as if he could walk with the poet among the ancient mountains, rivers and lakes.

His state of mind gradually calmed down, and his heart was full of the pursuit of art and beauty.

And at the moment.

He was in the midst of a magnificent landscape painting. Towering mountains, scattered at sunrise glow golden. Crystal clear rivers run through the mountains, like a silver ribbon that surrounds the entire mountain. The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and pines and cypresses, and you can't help but indulge in it.

Luo Feng walked slowly on the path in the picture scroll, and in front of him was a beautiful peach blossom forest. Pink petals rained down and fluttered in the breeze.

"This is the paradise?" Luo Feng muttered softly to himself.

He suddenly felt someone calling out from behind him, "Luo Feng."

He turned his head and saw a figure standing in the distance. It was a man dressed in the costume of an ancient scholar, with deep eyes and a mysterious smile.

"Are you?" Luo Feng couldn't help but be curious.

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