After all, it was not a formal calligraphy competition.
It was a private competition between the two of them.
Therefore, there were no strict requirements.
They only gave the theme and left the rest to the contestants.
The other elders helped them set up the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
The aunties also gave up the largest table.
The brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were all brought by Yang Chengguang.
He also generously lent it to Shen Mu.
The venue and the things they needed were all prepared for them.
Meanwhile, Shen Mu and Yang Chengguang were thinking about this topic on the other side.
The topic of the Mid-Autumn Festival was very simple.
Since ancient times, there had been many good poems related to the Mid-Autumn Festival.
He just needed to randomly pick one from the ancient poems and write it down.
Of course, since it was a competition, they couldn't search online.
That would be too embarrassing.
Yang Chengguang already had an idea.
He picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink that he had ground beforehand, and started writing on the Xuan paper.
At this moment, the aunties put down their entertainment activities and joined the crowd to watch the battle.
When she saw Yang Chengguang writing, she came over.
This time, Yang Chengguang obviously wanted to write a full article.
Thus, he wrote the first small word from the right.
"Full!"
"Good handwriting!"
"This handwriting is really good!"
.....
The first word he wrote won the praise of the people around him.
The aunties also took out their phones and began to record Yang Chengguang's writing process.
Mrs. Yang held her phone and took a video as she spun around.
"Daughter, look at your father. He insisted on competing with Little Shen in calligraphy. This old man's calligraphy is really quite good this time.”
When she heard Mrs. Yang's words, she saw her actions from the corner of her eye.
He knew that his wife was going to video call his daughter.
Yang Chengguang was even more excited, and he even started writing in a carefree manner.
Her energy was almost overflowing from the screen.
After Mrs. Yang recorded a video, she sent it to Yang Mi.
Yang Mi did not respond.
Yang Chengguang wrote in regular script this time.
Until he finished writing everything.
A poem was presented before everyone's eyes.
"The full moon flies in the bright mirror, and the heart breaks the broadsword. Turn the canopy to walk far away, climb the osmanthus tree to the sky high. On the waterways I suspect frost and snow, and in the woods I see feathers. Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the autumn hair. A little down the Wushan Gorge, still holding the White Emperor City. The whole river is dark, and half the building is bright. Diao Dou urged dawn, toad will fall. It's not just the Han family that's fighting.”
"This is Du Fu's '15th August Night Moon 2 Songs'!”
Someone recognized this poem.
He nodded repeatedly as he looked at the line of words.
Whether it was the poem or the calligraphic style of this line of words, they were all very grand.
It wasn't hard to see that Yang Chengguang had written it with the determination to win.
As the judge, Zhang Qingming couldn't help but praise after seeing this line of words.
"The words are written full and substantial, and the word spacing and line spacing are tight, making it look rich and strong.”
"The words with the left-right structure are wider, the words with the top-down structure are longer, and the words with the encircling structure are more conservative.”
"The words with a single structure are tight and small, while the words with a comprehensive structure are slightly larger.”
"No matter how you look at it, it's standard good calligraphy!”
It could be said that this line of words was even better than the two words "Hang City" written on the paper!
However, Zhang Qingming didn't say it.
Once he said it, Yang Chengguang would probably drag him to participate in the competition.
There were also some people who knew calligraphy among this group of old men.
After seeing Yang Chengguang's words, they started to get nervous.
This time, Yang Chengguang did his best to write. At least, in their eyes, this line of words was very beautiful.
Hearing the praise from the people around him, Yang Chengguang's anger disappeared.
See, everyone still has good taste.
The more people praised him, the more Yang Chengguang straightened his back.
He was even more confident.
This match was a sure win!
Yang Chengguang had already thought it through. After the competition, he would let Shen Mu see his power.
He didn't care about what had just happened.
Everyone was in the same tour group, so it was a pleasure to come out and play.
At the same time, if Shen Mu wanted to ask about calligraphy, Yang Chengguang would be happy to do so.
Auntie Yang didn't want to watch anymore.
He retreated out of the crowd and said to the auntie beside him in a low voice," My old man likes to hear people praise his handwriting.”
"You're already like this at this age. Who wants to lose face in front of others?”the auntie said with a smile.
"But your old man's calligraphy is really good. My old man likes to drink tea and walk birds every day.”
"Everyone has different interests and hobbies. I just don't know how well Little Shen wrote.”
Several aunties were chatting, and they all looked at Shen Mu who was outside the crowd.
At this moment, Shen Mu had one hand behind his back and the other in front of him. He looked up slightly and paced back and forth as if he was deep in thought.
There was no time limit, so Shen Mu was not in a hurry. He was still thinking about what to write.
There were too many poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Shen Mu wanted to write something artistic.
artistic conception
Many poems flashed through his mind.
Suddenly, Shen Mu stopped in his tracks. He seemed to have thought of something and slowly walked to the table.
At this moment, they noticed Shen Mu's actions.
They immediately surrounded Shen Mu.
In order not to disturb him while he was writing, they kept a certain distance.
However, at this distance, she could still see what he wrote.
Shen Mu had practiced calligraphy for a period of time in the previous world, so his posture of holding the brush and dipping the ink was quite normal.
However, many people's attention was not on the posture of the pen.
After all, anyone who knew calligraphy would definitely use a brush.
Shen Mu's fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints. The posture of holding the pen looked very beautiful.
Looking at it like this, it actually had the demeanor of an artist.
As the first stroke landed, the word "C" appeared in front of everyone.
The slender lines stunned everyone.
Shen Mu's writing style was free and easy, and every word was written down in one go.
From right to left, a line of calligraphy that no one had ever seen before appeared in front of everyone.
"When will the bright moon appear? Ask the blue sky about the wine."
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