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The handwriting in front of him surprised Zhang Yuan. At the same time, she also admired her. Ms. Meng is worthy of being a member of the Calligraphy Association. This character is really good, and she writes very quickly, which shows that she not only writes well, but also writes Whatever you want.

It shows that she has been practicing calligraphy for many years, so she can reach this state.

The written characters seem to be printed.

"Good poem, good poem,"

Dao Cheng applauded, "With the Spring Festival as the theme, the writing is vivid,"

"Zhang Yuan, admire, admire,"

Zhang Yuanqian: "I've praised Cheng Dao, this is nothing,"

Ms. Meng couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Zhang Yuan, it's not as well known as meeting, and sure enough the rumors are true. I finally saw your talent today."

Zhang Yuan said: "Where is Ms. Meng's good handwriting, she deserves to be a calligrapher,"

Ms. Meng was also very happy to be complimented by Zhang Yuan. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she said: "This is nothing. I was originally a calligraphy major. This is my major. If I can't even do my major, then I don’t. Qualified to enter the Calligraphy Association,"

Cheng Dao next to him said: "That's right, Zhang Yuan, after all, Ms. Meng is a professional. Although she writes well, you also have your strengths. Everyone has their own areas of expertise."

Ms. Meng nodded: "It is true, Zhang Yuan, today you opened my eyes. I have seen your talents and you have also seen my calligraphy. Let's compare them."

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "Yes, it's just a discussion,"

With Zhang Yuan's current calligraphy level, it is natural to see that Ms. Meng's calligraphy skills are by no means less than twenty years.

Twenty years of calligraphy skills, even if he is not a master, he is outstanding in calligraphy.

No wonder her elegant temperament was originally obtained through calligraphy, and her temperament has changed throughout the years of self-cultivation. She has faded from her impetuosity and is immersed in calligraphy.

Soon, another guest came.

He has a refined manner, gray hair, and a gentle face. At first glance, he is an approachable elder. Such people are often very popular.

"Ouch, Mr. Chen is here, come and come, please sit down,"

Cheng warmly introduced the distinguished guests to Zhang Yuan: "Come on, Zhang Yuan, let me introduce to you, this Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, is the vice president of the Calligraphy Association."

"Old Chen, Zhang Yuan, I don't think I need to say more,"

Old Chen smiled and said, "No, last night, I just watched his show on TV. It was very touching."

Zhang Yuanqian said: "Old Chen has overrated,"

Old Chen was about to speak, but was attracted by the paper next to him: "Huh? Meng Hong, whose poem is this?"

Old Chen recognized Meng Hong's words, he just hadn't seen this poem.

Meng Hong said, "Old Chen, this is a poem that Zhang Yuan just wrote."

Old Chen picked it up and took a closer look. Before long, a surprised look appeared in his eyes.

"Good poem, good poem, such a seven-character quatrain, Zhang Yuan, he deserves to be a genius who has swept Yan Da, he really has a talent for export.

Chen Lao praised Zhang Yuan's talents, a good poem, you can see the charm at first glance.

In short, good things are good at a glance.

The beloved woman, she loves to die at first sight.

"Inspiration happens occasionally," Zhang Yuan said.

"Old Chen has a lot of research on ancient poems and ancient prose, he is more than a master of calligraphy," said Cheng Dao.

Old Chen made a detailed analysis of Zhang Yuan's poem, very professional and thorough.

As a result, Zhang Yuan had to admire this old man, who was indeed a very knowledgeable person.Weishu Bar www.weishu8.com

Even Ms. Meng is listening carefully to Mr. Chen's words. It seems that Mr. Chen's status in the industry is not low.

"Today's New Year, New Year's Day, I can't just let you go," Old Chen said jokingly.

Zhang Yuan smiled helplessly: "So Old Chen, what do you say?"

Old Chen smiled and said, "Originally, today, we are friends based on literature. I want to test you again to see if you, a popular talent in Yantai, really make a poem one step at a time and make a poem in seven steps. Your inspiration is serious. Is it inexhaustible and inexhaustible?"

Director Cheng clapped his hands on the spot and applauded: "Okay, what a good friend in literature, let's have a friend in literature, Ms. Meng, how about?"

Unexpectedly, Meng Hong agreed with him and said: "Zhang Yuan, dare you dare to agree? Mr. Chen and I, but want to see your great talent."

The big guys unanimously agreed, and Zhang Yuan could only agree. Besides, if he had nothing to do anyway, he would play with everyone.

Have fun, have fun!

"Okay, then I'll give it a try," Zhang Yuan agreed decisively.

"Zhang Yuan, you can write it down or modify it. Don't worry, I'll give you time," Chen Lao said.

Zhang Yuan took the pen and paper and began to think.

His thoughts turned rapidly, and immediately, Zhang Yuan had a new inspiration. This talent is worthy of the top level, and he can write poetry in just a few seconds.

This is a genius among geniuses.

Zhang Yuan himself felt that he was old and powerful.

The other three people stood quietly, but their eyes were fixed on Zhang Yuan.

They held their breath and dared not speak out, for fear of disturbing Zhang Yuan's inspiration.

They understand that inspiration comes in a moment, and if it is affected by the outside world, it is likely that the inspiration will dissipate and will never be retrieved.

Inspiration is very important to every creator. Respecting the inspiration of every creator is a noble quality.

Although they felt that Zhang Yuan's inspiration was probably exhausted, it was obviously difficult for him to write another poem at this time.

But at the same time, everyone also felt that this was a challenge, challenging Zhang Yuan's strength ceiling to see how good he was.

Besides, this kind of watching is interesting, knowing that it is impossible, but still to be done, then what is the ending?

Although the pen in Zhang Yuan's hand is unfamiliar, Zhang Yuan doesn't feel unfamiliar. When he holds the pen in his right hand, he feels familiar and confident.

This is a good habit of practicing calligraphy for many years.

The fingers have formed muscle memory. This strength can be said to be the system that helped Zhang Yuan in one step.

Soon, Zhang Yuan began to write.

He took a pen and wrote quickly on the paper. He was afraid that he would lose his inspiration when it was too late.

"The tide of the Spring River continues to reach the sea level,"

"The sea and the moon live in symbiosis."

"Yanyan followed the waves for thousands of miles,"

"Where is Chunjiang without moonlight."

"The river flow turns around Fangdian,"

"The moon shines in the flowers and forests are like hail."

Zhang Yuan wrote down his notes while composing poems.

Although it is one mind and two purposes, it can also take care of both.

Others were very curious and couldn't help but move closer to Zhang Yuan. This look completely shocked everyone.

I saw the fonts on the paper, elegant, free and easy, smart and powerful, and very beautiful.