Ye Qiu calmed himself down. His right hand held the brush, and his left hand gently landed on the table, pressing down on the Xuan paper.
A poem slowly appeared in his mind.
Every stroke was extremely clear, as if a pen was writing in his mind.
"The hut is built in the human realm without the noise of horses and chariots.
How can you do this? the heart is far away, and the land is naturally inclined.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely see Nanshan.
The mountain air is good day and night, and the birds fly back together.
There's true meaning in this, but I forgot to say it…"
Tao Yuanming's " Drinking Wine: Part Five ".
Ye Qiu's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened.
A faint recitation of a poem echoed in his ears in a very rhythmic manner.
The brush stopped in mid-air and fell down. Like a dragon and a phoenix, it quickly moved on the snow-white paper.
One stroke after another, without the slightest pause, all the movements were connected in one breath.
Soon, the first line of the poem appeared on the paper.
"My god, what a fast speed. His writing is as if it's divine, as if it's a dragon and a phoenix. Master Ye Qiu is too amazing!”
"The hut is built in the human realm, but there are no carriages and horses? What poem is this? Why didn't I hear it?”
"Amazing. Even I, who don't know poetry, feel that master Ye Qiu's poetry is too well written! Just one sentence and it was like seeing a mountain and flowing water…"
"The poem isn't bad, and this calligraphy is even better. I think Master Ye Qiu's calligraphy is too good! Compared to the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi…"
The cameraman aimed the camera at the brush in Ye Qiu's hand and recorded every stroke.
The audience behind the screen was completely stunned. Just a single line from the poem gave them a feeling as if they were in a forest.
Director Wang and the others were also completely stunned. They had never expected Ye Qiu to write another poem that they had never heard of before.
The little monkey tilted its head and watched as the brush in Ye Qiu's hand swam around. A light flashed in its black eyes.
He seemed very interested.
With a flash, he jumped onto the table and observed it closely.
Ye Qiu ignored him.
He only felt that the calligraphy realm of the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, seemed to have the same wonderful feeling as the Taoist mirror.
Every stroke made him feel an indescribable sense of joy.
Gradually, the concept of the integration of Heaven and man was released with Ye Qiu as the center.
In a trance, the few people in the backyard saw an invisible pen and ink moving in the void, writing a mysterious Dao character.
Just as everyone was distracted, Ye Qiu stopped writing.
The entire poem of Tao Yuanming had been written on the paper.
The words were written in black and white, but it was as if they were a painting dyed with ink, expressing the artistic conception of the entire poem.
"Good poem! Good poem! Just by looking at it, it gave people an indescribable sense of tranquility, as if they were in the forest of nature.”
"How can I build a hut in the human realm without the noise of chariots and horses? My heart is far away from the place, I pick chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan, mountain air day and night beautiful, birds return together, there is a true meaning in this, want to distinguish but forget to say.
Perfect, it's simply too perfect. Such a poem has expressed Master Ye Qiu's love for the life of the countryside, the natural beauty of the scenery…"
"Good calligraphy, good poem. It looks like a picture scroll that slowly unfolds in front of me. A small bridge and flowing water.”
"Master, this is what a master should be like. His calligraphy is like a god, and his poems are as beautiful as a painting. There are mountains, rivers, and people. The artistic conception within can only be understood but not explained in words!”
"Master Ye Qiu is amazing, but I'm afraid the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, is only so-so…"
The moment Ye Qiu stopped writing, the entire bullet screen exploded.
Many people sent bullet comments that were comparable to the Calligraphy Saint Wang Xizhi, expressing the importance of Ye Qiu's calligraphy in their hearts.
"Good! Good poem! Good handwriting!"
Director Wang couldn't help but clap.
This poem could be said to be perfect. Every word seemed to have been scrutinized countless times. Even changing one word would affect the beauty and artistic conception of the entire poem.
Moreover, the entire poem was written on the rice paper. It looked like an ink painting. Each stroke drew out a rural life that yearned for nature.
"I've embarrassed myself in front of you, scholars…"
Ye Qiu put down the brush in his hand and smiled faintly.
"No, no, Master Ye Qiu, your poem can be said to be perfect. Every word and sentence express a peaceful and peaceful artistic conception of the countryside!”
"Moreover, the poem is as beautiful as a painting. Master Ye Qiu's calligraphy attainments can also be said to be unparalleled!”
Director Wang shook his head repeatedly, his face full of admiration.
" Yes, yes, Master Ye Qiu's calligraphy is really good. Every word looks like a painting. There are mountains, trees, water, and people. When put together, it's like a painting of the village's scenery…"
"To borrow the words of the audience in the bullet screen, you are definitely the calligraphy saint in their hearts, Wang Xizhi!”
Zhang Zifeng, who knew nothing about calligraphy, nodded repeatedly. He was stunned by this poem that was as beautiful as a painting.
With just a glance, it was as if he was in nature, and his noisy mood quickly calmed down.
However, Ye Qiu only smiled faintly.
The Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi,
In fact, this was the calligraphy of the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi!
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