At this moment, it is Chen Siwen's round.

It's time for him to perform.

He unfolded the rice paper on the table in front of him, and the indispensable thing for traditional cultural exchanges is calligraphy.

How could a young man like Chen Siwen be so good at it, from the moment he pinched the brush, the layman's technique was somewhat incisive.

Many people looked at the clumsiness in Chen Siwen's hands, and they were all stunned, it was really not beautiful, when they learned calligraphy, the first thing they learned was basic skills such as grinding, which were all exquisite, and they had to be beautiful, so that they had the style of engaging in art, but Chen Siwen's action looked like a layman among laymen, beginners may be better than him, and this is also called ink? Why is it so simple and crude, and there is no beauty at all.

"Hehehe."

"What is this?"

"He wrote the water tune song and will enter the wine? No, now let's see how it looks so much like a layman. ”

"Hey, he wrote, how can this brush become more and more awkward the more you look at it."

The voices came and went.

The professor surnamed Xie couldn't help but be silent for a moment, feeling that he seemed to be a little too serious just now, why can't anyone still write calligraphy? Well, he is not targeting everyone, but simply the personnel of the two top universities of Tang University and Qing University.

Dean Su stared at that side without blinking, and even she, her own person, had to comment, cough, it seems that this word is a little ugly.

But then I watched, eh, something seemed to be wrong, many people stopped talking, some people were stunned, some people sighed, and many people froze.

The word is ugly, but it seems that something is wrong with ugliness?

Dean Liang frowned slightly, and slowly became a little stunned again.

Professor Xie also leaned closer with a suspicious expression.

Chen Siwen doesn't care how well he writes, he will be able to get it, fortunately, he also took a brush class in college before, at least he can write like a word, it's enough, and he will show everyone the shock of another world for free, so what kind of bicycle do you need, this world is not as good as Shixian Taibai!

Professor Xie's expression became more and more solemn.

It also seems to be a farewell poem.

But aside from the font, the text seems to be particularly powerful, as if it is a few points stronger than his.

Sure enough, how can a young man who can write a water tune song head be a fluke, only full of talent at first glance.

The contempt generated by handwriting suddenly disappeared.

It's an enviable talent.

"Dean Liang." Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

Someone whispered, "Is this Lonely?" How can there be a lone word! Isn't it a farewell poem? ”

Dean Liang was also strange at the moment, "This, this is."

A teacher from Tang University took a breath and suddenly turned his head to look at his dean, "Dean Su, Teacher Xiao Chen."

After everyone communicated with each other, they finally swallowed their saliva, well, it seems that this is more than just a farewell poem!

Professor Xie's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

One word, two words, three words

Word by word on the rice paper!

Dean Su had already stood up and walked behind Chen Siwen.

Everyone followed along little by little, and gradually, more and more people began to change their faces, some gasped, and some were dumbfounded!

"What!"

"This poem."

"Quiet, don't disturb him!"

The poem is short and there are not many words.

When Chen Siwen put down the last word like a cloud, he took a long breath, looked at his work with satisfaction, smiled, put down the brush and nodded to Dean Su, "I'm fine." ”

Dean Su had already stared at Chen Siwen's face.

Dean Liang looked at Chen Siwen's eyes in shock!

After reading this poem, Professor Xie's face turned white at first, and then he smiled bitterly.

Many people outside couldn't see clearly, and some people hurriedly came over to take a look, and then looked at each other in twos and threes, and they all saw each other's astonishment!

The words on the rice paper look like this:

The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen.

Hiss, this poem.

The shadow of the sail of the friend's lonely ship gradually faded away, disappearing at the end of the blue sky.

Dean Su couldn't help it, and seemed to raise his eyebrows a little and said, "Good poem!" Good poetry! ”

At this moment, the people around him also applauded and were amazed!

It's only been a few minutes, huh?

There is also a topic limit, can you write a poem of this level? Not only is this level, people send farewell poems, and poems with the word "lonely" choose a poem to create, Professor Xie is doing this, you are good, you are not only farewell, you are also lonely

Professor Xie doesn't want to lose face?

I don't have any face for Professor Xie.

You said that the quality of your farewell poems alone is concise and clear, and they are good enough, but you still overfulfilled them?

Professor Xie was silent, thinking that he was a little dumbfounded.

Countless eyes were focused on Chen Siwen's face, and many Tang people before had an idea, which stone crack popped out of such a fierce man!

The lot questions in other people's competitions are all to make a limit, one more choice, reduce the difficulty of the competition, so that you are not so easy to have poems to write, but not so that you can't write.

Boy!

You're good to go! Just don't care, you just want it? Can you still write such an ethereal poem?

Interesting!

Today's game was interesting.

Everyone seems to be gradually realizing that things are not simple.

in the grounds.

The atmosphere is ignited!

Although the poem given by Chen Siwen is not as good as the head of the water tune, it will be so shocking to enter the wine, but in such a short time.

Have you met both questions? Well, well, this is too surprising to everyone!

Chen Siwen sat back to drink tea, only he knew that this work is of course not an ordinary poem, this is Li Bai's, this is a poem that countless primary school students must memorize, okay, its value and influence can be seen, it is a very precious and recited poem in the history of poetry on the earth.

Not to mention, this kind of topic is still a farewell and a lonely word, isn't this a cake to the door?

Well deservedly signed.

What if you can't win?

That Li Bai hit his head and died. Oh, forget it, he hit his head and died!

Dean Liang coughed loudly, signaled everyone to be quiet, and then said, "The first game is over, well, I declare that the winner is the winner."

Professor Xie, although sometimes he does not like what he speaks at all, he is still very forced, and he is beaten upright. With a wry smile, he said, "Dean Liang, you don't need to say it, I'm convinced." ”

Dean Liang smiled and nodded, "Xiao Xie, your poems are also very good, but to be fair. Congratulations to Dean Su, you Tang University is really a good teacher. ”

Professor Xie cheered up, "Chen Siwen, Teacher Chen, right?" Looking forward to communicating with you next. ”

Walking back to the team of Qingdao University, many people began to joke about Professor Xie.

"Lao Xie, are you okay?"

"Hehe, I lost to the young man."

are all friends who have a good relationship with him, and the ridicule is a joke.

Professor Xie listened to this moment, of course, he could only helplessly say: "No way, the young people now are too powerful, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, you can be careful below." ”

The end of one.

A new one is coming.

Cultural people's sense of ritual is also inherited.

The two of them were taken to dry, and new rice paper was laid on the countertop.

Dean Su smiled and sat over, "Xiao Chen, you gave me another surprise, I thought you were thinking about something for so long, it seems that I am still a little too unconfident in you, and you are holding back your big move for a long time." ”

Chen Siwen coughed: "I'm just writing blindly." ”

Dean Su instructed: "The next game will not be easy, after all, it is the home of Qingda, you have to be mentally prepared." ”

Chen Siwen nodded, "I see." ”

Dean Liang was not in a hurry, everyone still had the grace, and said softly: "The second game begins, let's draw lots." ”

This time, it was Chen Siwen who grabbed the note first, and suddenly it was two words, "shepherd boy", the word shepherd boy is obviously not a big category like the farewell poem just now, and it is obviously inappropriate to use shepherd boy as a poem, so this is definitely not the theme, but the shepherd boy in the poem is considered to meet the conditions.

Sure enough, Dean Liang drew one over there, Qingming.

Chen Siwen glanced at it, pursed his lips, and was a little pondering, Qingming? Cowboy?

This time he didn't seem to have much to ponder, and as soon as he closed his eyes, a poem appeared in his eyes.

The representative of Qing University had just begun to think about it, Chen Siwen hesitated or something, stood on the stage, and spread out the rice paper, anyway, it was broken. There is nothing to hide, and I began to write, "Qingming".

The title is concise and to the point.

After taking a closer look, Chen Siwen wrote quite quickly.

Almost for a minute or two, the representatives of the People's Congress still haven't figured it out.

Chen Siwen's rice paper is finished!

Very short, two lines:

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village.

The representative just hesitated to make up a song and was about to go on stage, but when he turned his head slightly, he saw the rice paper on Chen Siwen's side, and suddenly stumbled, almost fell, and when he looked up, he looked unbelievable!

Again? Cowboy? Clear and bright?

Hiss.

The professor was a little suffocated, and he didn't want to go on stage anymore, because he knew what he was thinking just now, and compared to this, there was a feeling of powerlessness that suddenly hit, it's the kind of thing I haven't written yet, you took me seconds? Seventeen cards can you second me? Yes?

I don't have that much fun like you!

I don't have such a communication with you!

The professor is bored, just now you asked Lao Xie to finish writing, and you just started to perform, why is it my turn, you are unreasonable? No, when it comes to offending Tang Da, someone on our side is not hated by Lao Xie!

That's not fair! Professor Fang felt that he was embarrassed, so he simply didn't write, just stayed where he was, couldn't write a little, and wrote whoever he loved.

One student was amazed, "Where did this person come from?" Neither the two professors of our school, Lao Xie nor Lao Fang, are opponents? No, the winner hasn't been decided yet, let's see what Dean Liang and Dean Su say. ”

Everyone waited for the judgment of the two deans.

Dean Su asked calmly at the moment and smiled, "Why do you look at me?" ”

A young man said, "Waiting for you to be a judge." ”

Dean Su didn't hesitate at all, and said, "Although I am from Tangdu University, I have to say at this moment, does this still need to be evaluated?" It's just a poem, and the outcome is naturally very clear. ”

Professor Fang knew that he would be named, and he was not unconvinced, but he looked at the young man in sunglasses with appreciation, and gave a frank thumbs up, "The future is terrifying!" ”

Chen Siwen said politely: "Accept." ”

won another game, and Tangdu University won two games in a row.

At first, I thought that there was only one person on Tang Da's side, and he would definitely fail miserably, but it surprised everyone, and he made a trip to bite the gold halfway, okay, now everyone understands a little, just now Dean Su has a little reason for being arrogant, no, this person is replaced by their Qingda, and he also has arrogant capital, Professor Xie was crushed, and Professor Fang was even more convinced

I've never seen such an outrageous young man.

And it's not over yet, the devil knows what kind of surprise people will bring them.

Qingming took it out.

From Big Li Du to Little Li Du.

This is the earth, this is Chen Siwen.

In fact, I want this kind of timely creation, this kind of exchange, there are some cannons to fight mosquitoes, these are all famous poems in the last life, usually full of inspiration, can only get a poem by chance, there are not so many moments of inspiration in a lifetime, but Chen Siwen, when wholesale. Overkill, overkill.

But it's good to win.

Anyway, these poems are kept.

Chen Siwen went back to sit down and rest, drank a sip of water, felt bored, after writing two words, it is estimated that he has sipped the connotation of Li Bai's poems, he can't help but want to drink some wine, how can the exchange poetry meeting not drink? This is a culture that has existed since ancient times, and although it is in school, there is still this atmosphere, and his eyes also fell on the few bottles of liquor on the tea table.

In ancient times, we paid attention to drinking and writing poetry, and the annual meeting of the Calligraphy Association was naturally indispensable, many old professors were old drunkards, and they couldn't do without wine, this is a good thing, increasing everyone's imagination, Chen Siwen was not polite, and he unscrewed a bottle and poured himself a glass.

"Drinking?" Dean Su asked with a smile.

Chen Siwen said: "Well, drink some." ”

Dean Su smiled, "Today, it's good to have you." ”

Chen Siwen said in a low voice: "Serve Tang Da, and I will never give up." ”

As he spoke, he brought the wine glass to his mouth and pecked it, and the spicy taste entered his throat, and the heat fell from his throat and into his stomach.

This kind of environment, this kind of moment, has a kind of chic feeling.

He looked at it.

When everyone creates, they are particular about it, it is a particularly private thing, and they have their own habits and habits, and so on.

Naturally, there are also people who like to create after drinking, the famous Li Bai, this kind of foreign object or pre-writing habit, most of them help people better enter their best state.

Dean Su drank tea by himself, and couldn't help laughing, "Xiao Chen, you drink less, hehe, I'll count on you for a while." ”

Chen Siwen felt the stimulation in his throat, and he was also high at the moment, and he couldn't wait to wave his hand arrogantly and shouted, "Come on!" ”

"I'm Chen, I'm going to fight ten!"

(End of chapter)