Soon, Han Chen picked up the brush again and started writing on the paper.
Dead Water
This was a pool of hopeless stagnant water, and the breeze couldn't blow up any ripples.
It's better to throw more scrap metal and splash your leftovers.
……
This was a pool of stagnant water in despair. This was definitely not a place of beauty.
It was better to let the ugly cultivate it and see what kind of world it created.
Mr. Wen Yiduo's 'Dead Water' did not exist in this world. Han Chen used this modern poem to attack some people and some things. It was the most suitable.
This was a satirical poem. Each verse was in rhyme, and the rhythm was clear and sonorous. Its appearance was square and neat, forming a balanced and symmetrical beauty. Pay attention to the color of the language and form a suggestive picture of beauty and ugliness.
Modern poetry was definitely not the so-called " free poetry " that did not care about anything and did not have any poetic charm at all!
Jingyi's modern poems were just prose, they weren't even articles.
"Good scolding!" The host, Kong Fei, could see the irony in the poem." This is what modern poetry should look like!”
Picking up Dead Water, Han Chen threw it at Jingyi's face and sneered,"This is modern poetry!"
"What's the difference between this and ancient poetry?" Jingyi had accepted the western way of thinking, even though she said she loved Chinese culture.”
"Is your so-called progress the freedom to learn from the West?”Han Chen scolded," Western translated poems have long been unrecognizable. They don't have any poetic flavor. But you guys actually treated it as a treasure and learned modern western poetry?”
"Isn't the history of poetry in our country as long as that of foreign countries? Qin Han had it! Isn't the culture older than overseas? I don't understand. Why don't you learn the culture of your ancestors and insist on learning things from abroad?”
"Well said!" In front of the computer, many old men applauded loudly, laughing so hard that their dentures fell out.
After throwing a face at Sun Jingyi, Han Chen returned to his desk and continued composing.
"The Almighty is writing again!" The audience held their breaths, afraid that they would disturb Han Chen's creation.
Preface to Lanting Collection
Yonghe nine years, the year is Gui Chou, in the early spring, in Kuaiji Shanyin Lanting will meet, is to repair the ceremony. All the wise men came, young and old.
Just seeing the beginning, everyone was shocked.
"How arrogant! How dare you write the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection by the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, in public!”
"Is he trying to prove to the world that he is the modern Sage of Calligraphy?”
However, as Han Chen's calligraphy continued, more people shut their mouths. The host, Kong Fei, widened his eyes. He couldn't bear to miss any stroke. He was also a calligraphy enthusiast and respected the Sage of Calligraphy greatly!
Han Chen, who was on the stage now, seemed to be one with the ancient calligraphy saint, Wang Xizhi.
Seeing this scene, Old Man Wang's teacup in the courtyard fell again. With a clang, the tea was scattered all over the ground.
"This, this young man actually wrote the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection. How bold!”
At this moment, Wang Luoxi was also staring intently at the screen, analyzing Han Chen's every stroke, even if it was just a small twist.
"It's the same, completely the same. Not only are they similar in spirit, but their realms are also the same!”Wang Luoxi's face flushed red, perhaps because of excitement or something else.
She often copied the Preface to Lanting Collection, so she was most familiar with Wang Xizhi's work.
"Girl, this young man seems to be a little more powerful than you.”Old Man Wang joked to his granddaughter," But you're Grandpa's baby. Even if you two spar in the future, I'll still stand on your side.”
"Grandpa!" Wang Luoxi's face turned red at Grandfather Wang's words." Don't spout nonsense!”
"Yo, yo, yo, I know what you're thinking.”Old Man Wang smiled." You've never had a worthy opponent. Would you let go of such a young talent?”
"But, Luo Xi, listen to Grandpa. You're not his match!”
"I, I was just curious about him writing the Preface to the Lanting Collection!”With that, Wang Luoxi stormed out.
"This child." Grandfather Wang rocked his rocking chair and started eating peanuts." Sigh, a grown woman can't be kept.”
Fifteen minutes later, Han Chen finished the Preface to the Lanting Collection.
"A dragon among men!" After seeing Han Chen's calligraphy, the audience on the show was convinced that Han Chen would soar to the top because of this show!
As for those female guests, they were just stepping stones.
"This calligraphy is much better than those old men from the Calligraphy Association!”
"This is the Almighty! I didn't expect the Almighty to appear on a dating show!”
"How did this happen?" The moment she saw the Preface to the Lanting Collection, Jingyi knew that she had lost. She had lost everything.
On the Internet, most people were already convinced by Han Chen's talent.
As for the requirement that the other half was a virgin, the monthly income of 10,000 yuan, and the fact that she liked to spit on others, it had long been forgotten by everyone.
Why would such a great god worry about not being able to find a girlfriend and not having money?
When Han Chen became famous, countless rich people would take the initiative to give him money. It was commonly known as basking in the glory of a cultured person.
However, Han Chen did not stop after writing the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection.
Seeing Han Chen continue to compose, the audience cheered again,""Guru, Guru is still writing!"
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