Seeing Yang Yi's inscription poem on the pool frog map, the Taoist and the middle-aged farmer were shocked and really surprised. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's the first time they've seen such a domineering little poem.

"Such a spirit, such a domineering ......"

The Taoist looked at the farmer, the farmer looked at the Taoist, and the two sighed at the same time, "Son of the Yang family, hehe......"

At this time, Gu Caiyu's voice came, "Third brother, you painted so well!"

When the two came back to their senses, they saw that Yang Yi had taken the paintbrush and was painting on the blank paper at some point.

The two of them packed up their mood and stepped forward to look, only to see that Yang Yi's handful of brushes were only a few strokes, and a high mountain emerged from the corner of the drawing paper.

The Taoist and the farmer are masters of calligraphy and painting, proficient in painting skills, the two of them saw Yang Yi's brushes a few strokes, and then the distant mountains with fog, ethereal clouds and deep feeling are extremely clever performance, the skills are clever, the precision of the pen, it is really rare in the world.

The two of them were surprised and delighted when they saw this, and the Taoist muttered: "This technique is somewhat similar to the technique of contemporary painting Mr. Shengbai, but it is very different. ”

The middle-aged farmer said: "Fart! Mr. Bai is good at painting people rather than landscapes, he is mostly a fine brush, but the painting in front of him is made of freehand, what can the two relate?"

The two of them quarreled in their mouths, but their eyes never took off the drawing paper for a moment.

I saw that after Yang Yi drew the distant mountains, he suddenly started another stroke, and pulled out a sheep intestine path on the other half of the drawing paper, and then the trail was extended, and gradually a few scattered families appeared next to the path, and a few old trees appeared on the side of the road, but there were no leaves on the trees, and there was dry grass hidden on the roadside.

Seeing this, the two of them already knew that the season in this painting was late autumn, and they saw that there were jackdaws perched on the old trees in the painting, and there was smoke curling in the homes of a few families in the distance, so they naturally knew that the time in this painting was dusk.

Distant mountains, paths, withered grass, dead trees, old crows, and scattered houses in the distance, after these scenes are gathered together, they give people a sense of loneliness and depression.

Yang Yi kept waving his pen, the path continued to extend, and gradually a small river appeared in front of him, and a small bridge appeared on the river, and a few wild chrysanthemums loomed in the grass by the bridge.

At this time, a person appeared in front of the bridge, this is an old man riding a horse, this old man stood by the horse bridge, looking back at the distant mountains, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and his shadow was obliquely illuminated by the sunset, and the old man was reflected on the ground.

Although I can't see the old man's face clearly, just looking back at his horse, his clothes hunting and dancing in the sassy west wind, you can feel the loneliness and loneliness of the characters in the painting.

At this point, Yang Yi picked up the paintbrush, clapped his hands, looked up and smiled at the Taoist next to him: "Daoist, you said that let you paint a bleak and lonely work, this painting is considered to be a good topic?"

The middle-aged farmer said loudly: "Yes, absolutely yes! Who wants to say that it is not on topic, Lao Tzu is the first to disagree!" He looked at the old Taoist and asked, "What do you say?"

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment and said, "This ...... What's this...... It's barely passing. It's just that...... It's just that if the artistic conception is improved a little more, it will be the best. ”

The middle-aged farmer said angrily: "Do you still want to improve your artistic conception? This painting is skillful, the brushwork is smooth, there is no stagnation, everything is natural, although there are many painters in the world, how many people can reach such a state? This kind of masterpiece has reached the extreme of painting, do you want others to improve the artistic conception again? Do you practice and go crazy and hurt your brain?"

The Taoist defended himself: "I came up with this topic, I said that he fits the topic, I say that he is a little worse, naturally it is a little worse, this painting is in line with your mind, but it may not be in line with my mind." ”

The middle-aged farmer said angrily: "The bull's nose deceives people too much!"

Suddenly swung his arm and punched, hitting the door of the Taoist's face.

After the Taoist dodged away, he scolded: "You rough man, why do you hit people at every turn?"

The middle-aged farmer said: "Lao Tzu is the one who beats you!"

The two didn't talk speculatively, but actually fought tumbling and rolling.

Gu Caiyu was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and when she saw them fighting, she smiled and applauded.

But she laughed a few times, and then she couldn't laugh anymore, and the smile on her face had turned into surprise.

At first, the two people in the field were still fighting like ordinary people, but gradually they shot faster and faster, and their bodies were erratic, like ghosts. It was still on the east side of the pond just now, and in the blink of an eye, it was already at the west end of the pond.

Among the two, the Taoist shot elegantly, the body is peculiar, and the farmer is wide open and close, the momentum is strong, the two swim back and forth around the pond, suddenly at the same time a loud shout, at the same time out of the palm forward, after a muffled sound, the two palms of the four palms, the strong wind overflowing. The water in the pond, stimulated by the internal force of the two people, suddenly a splash of water rose to the sky, like a fountain, flying straight out of three or four zhang high.

Seeing that the two of them were so good, Gu Caiyu was so frightened that she stuck out her tongue and said to Yang Yi: "Third brother, these two people are so powerful!"

Yang Yi smiled: "No matter how powerful I am, I am not as powerful!"

Gu Caiyu smiled: "Bragging!"

At this time, the Taoist and the farmer on the other side of the pond had already stopped fighting and walked towards Yang Yi's side together.

I heard the middle-aged farmer say: "I haven't seen you for a few years, but the cow's nose kung fu has risen!"

Daodao: "The kung fu of farming is not bad!"

The two walked in front of Yang Yi, and the farmer said to Yang Yi: "Originally, I wanted to beat the cow's nose to vent my anger, but who knew that he had worked very hard in the past few years, and he couldn't beat him." ”

He said to Yang Yi: "But he didn't beat me either!"

The farmer said to Yang Yi: "Although the two of you move forward, Niu Bi will never dare to embarrass you." ”

Yang Yi smiled: "My brother is quite righteous. He walked to the front of the case and picked up the brush again, "What's so difficult to improve the artistic conception of this painting?"

The Taoist and the farmer glanced at each other, and said in unison: "Please also ask the son to teach!"

Yang Yi didn't say more, and wrote two big characters in the blank space of the picture scroll he had just drawn: Qiu Si.

Then he kept waving his pen, and he wrote a long and short sentence:

Dead vines and old trees,

Small bridges and flowing water.

Ancient road west wind thin horse,

Sunset

Broken intestines are at the end of the world.

As soon as this long and short sentence came out, the artistic conception of the whole picture changed immediately, and it was more than a step higher.

When the poem was not published, there was only a feeling of cold loneliness on the picture, but now as soon as this long and short sentence comes out, the traveler's homesickness suddenly rises.

In the sassy west wind, the lone guest on horseback, the old trees and withered vines around him, the small bridge and wild flowers in front of him, and a few scattered households, are completely summarized by this long and short sentence.

The Taoist looked at it for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "In fact, even if there is no such painting, just looking at this long and short sentence, people can't help but see the scene in the poem, with this poem, in fact, this painting is not very important!"

In fact, this long and short sentence written by Yang Yi is a famous song in his previous life, called "Tianjingsha". Autumn Thoughts" is a representative work in Yuan song.

It's just that there was no such song card in the Han Dynasty, and people called this kind of poem with different length sentences as long and short sentences, which can be regarded as a kind of poetry.

Yang Yi smiled: "Can this question be answered correctly?"

The Taoist said solemnly: "Two of you, please keep going!"

He sighed: "The poor road is unreasonable, it should have been allowed a long time ago, and if you don't let it go now, I'm afraid you will be laughed at by the people of the world." ”

Gu Caiyu said with a smile: "What the Taoist said is too exaggerated, even if it is deliberately difficult, how can it be known to the world?"

The middle-aged farmer said, "No, this painting and this poem will sooner or later spread all over the world and become masterpieces." In the future, if the world explores its origin, I am afraid that the bull's nose will become a harlequin and be laughed at. ”

When the farmer said this, he laughed: "This is also a literary thing!"

The Taoist said angrily: "The schadenfreude of farming is too much of a deception!"

The farmer laughed, "I'm gloating, what can you do?"

The two actually quarreled.

Seeing them like this, Yang Yi shook his head and smiled: "Farewell!"

(To be continued.) )