Liang Shanbo couldn't refuse, and his teacher Sun Chuo also wanted to see Liang Shanbo splash ink, so Liang Shanbo had to walk to the front of the stage.
Liu Hui stepped back and let Liang Shanbo walk to the desk. After he started writing, he curiously stretched his neck to observe.
He was really curious about Liang Shanbo's 'skinny body'.
In recent days.
The scholars of the various counties were all talking about the 'skinny body' and even caused a wave.
Although Liu Hui was not good at calligraphy, he liked to appreciate and collect calligraphy. This popular 'thin muscle body' was only available in the Zhu family of Shangyu.
Although he wanted to admire it, he couldn't free himself for the time being and had no chance to see it.
How could he miss the opportunity to observe it up close today?
Liang Shanbo dipped his brush in ink and looked up at the surroundings. After pondering for a while, he put down his brush.
His brush was flying like a dragon and snake, and he finished it in one go.
Liu Hui, who was observing from the side, saw Liang Shanbo's first word and his eyes lit up.
As Liang Shanbo wrote, the surprise on his face grew.
When Liang Shanbo finished writing the last word, Liu Hui clapped his hands and laughed, praising him,"Wonderful, wonderful!"
"The skinny body is wonderful! This poem is wonderful! Little friend Shan Bo is even more amazing!"
His face was filled with joy, and for a moment, he was full of praise.
Upon hearing Liu Hui's words, the others 'curiosity was piqued. They hurriedly stepped forward one by one to observe the calligraphy.
On the paper, there was a line of poems:
The water color of the West Lake is very good, and the clouds and things are fresh. gulls and egrets sleep idly. I should be used to listening to orchestras and strings.
The wind is clear and the moon is white. It's a beautiful field. who envies the luan horse? A man on a boat was an immortal.
First was this word.
Most of the celebrities present were not good at calligraphy.
However, his skill and vision in calligraphy were definitely not weak.
The strokes were exposed, and it could be seen that the strokes were thin and strong, the body was loose and bright, thin and hard, and there was spirit. Although it was thin, it did not lose its flesh, and it could be seen that it was graceful and graceful. It was really unique.
For a moment, everyone was full of praise.
Strictly speaking, Liang Shanbo's calligraphy level was far from this shocking level.
But in the end, he was the one who created the Thin Tendon Body.
With the support of his self-created calligraphy style, even if there were a few flaws, it would still be considered a top-notch masterpiece!
"The calligraphy is thin and strong, like bending iron and breaking gold. It is sharp and full of pride!”
After observing for a long time, a celebrity made such an evaluation.
The other celebrities nodded in agreement.
After seeing this word, everyone was in the mood to read the poem.
When they saw this poem, everyone present was instantly moved!
This poem was about West Lake.
Moreover, from the content of the poem, it was obvious that it was about what had happened during the gathering today.
What did this mean?
This meant that this poem was written by Liang Shanbo in the short period of time that he was pondering!
What kind of talent was this?
What kind of style was this?
Moreover, they had heard from Liu Hui that Liang Shanbo had composed a poem about West Lake when he first came to Qiantang.
Among the many poems about West Lake, the poem 'After all, West Lake is in July' could be ranked in the top three.
In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to be number one.
And now.
How long had it been?
Yet another top-notch poem had appeared. This kind of talent and style made these celebrities who were used to seeing many geniuses and heroes feel so shocked that they were in a trance.
For a moment, he did not know where he was.
After a long time.
An old man came back to his senses and exclaimed,"This poem is graceful and beautiful, inheriting the style of the forest. Although it is a complete description of the scenery, it contains emotions in the scenery.”
Liu Hui couldn't help but say," The artistic conception of the whole poem is broad, bright and clear, fresh and simple. It is indeed refreshing to read."”
Sun Chuo, Liang Shanbo's teacher.
Logically speaking, they should avoid arousing suspicion, but when they saw such words, they could not help but praise,"The realm of the Ci is clear and elegant, sweeping away the impetuous habits of the Jiangdong Ci world! It's my blessing to be able to be the teacher of Shanbo!”
The celebrities were full of praises.
Liang Shanbo was listening from the side, but he smiled without saying anything.
This poem was written by Ouyang Xiu, a writer of the Northern Song Dynasty. He was a scholar of the Imperial Academy, a deputy envoy of the Privy Council, and a member of the government. His posthumous title was Wenzhong, and the world called him Duke Wenzhong.
Later generations called him, Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan and Su Shi the "Four Great Masters of Ancient Essays".
Together with Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan, Su Shi, Su Xun, Su Zhe, Wang Anshi, and Zeng Gong, they were known as the "Eight Great Prose Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties".
This poem was written by Ouyang Xiu after he retired as a scholar in Guanwen Hall and a young master of the Crown Prince. He visited West Lake several times and wrote this poem.
It was called "Picking Mulberry Seeds: Heaven's Appearance, Water's Color, and West Lake's Beauty."
This poem described the light and water color of West Lake, focusing on the West Lake under the moonlight. It especially depicted a picturesque and dream-like night scene of West Lake.
At this moment, the Lake Heart Island gathering was filled with elegant scholars.
There were so many famous celebrities in Jiangdong who wrote this poem. It cleverly hinted that the tourists of West Lake were elegant and refined, and did not have a heart for utility. Despite the sound of tourists and orchestras, the gulls and egrets were unguarded and slept soundly.
For celebrities, didn't they want an extraordinary name?
This poem was in line with the meaning of Daoxuan. When read, it made people feel far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, relaxed and happy. It really broke into their hearts directly and could be said to cater to their preferences.
When they saw it, how could they say anything bad?
Therefore, he had no choice.
Liang Shanbo wasn't surprised at all when he heard everyone's praise.
"This poem can be said to be simple and natural. It is completely different from the empty, flashy, and even bizarre works in the current literary world. It can be said to have opened up the new style of writing in Jiangdong!”
"If this word is evaluated by the ninth grade, it should be of the upper and lower grades.”
"And this poem, if it is evaluated as a ninth grade, it should be a top grade!”
In the end.
Liu Hui made such an evaluation.
When the many celebrities present heard this, they nodded in agreement.
The upper and lower levels were the third grade.
The best was the first grade.
In other words.
All the celebrities present felt that this poem was a work of the upper third grade. Even if it was taken as the middle value, it could be classified as the second grade-this was already an extremely high evaluation!
It was the highest grade below the Saint Realm!
When such an evaluation spread, the scholars who were watching outside immediately went into an uproar.
They were either born in aristocratic families or poor families. Each of them had been through ten years of hardship. Perhaps they could not write such poems themselves, but they still had the ability to appreciate them.
Naturally, he could tell what was good about this poem.
However, knowing was just knowing.
However, when he saw a second-grade masterpiece that was unanimously recognized by many celebrities and clear streams appear in front of him, he could not help but be shocked.
For a moment.
Everyone couldn't help but look at Liang Shanbo.
He saw a young man in a loose robe with wide sleeves kneeling at the side. He was graceful, handsome, and elegant. His attitude was relaxed and he had the aura of a Dao Xuan.
He was clearly praised, but he was still cautious and prudent, which made people admire him.
Most of the students who were watching were envious.
Of course.
There were still some people who could not bear to see others doing well.
The more outstanding a person was, the more jealous and resentful they were.
For example, at this moment-
Just as everyone was praising him.
Suddenly, a voice rang out in the crowd.
"Wait!"
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