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Qin Xue's eyesight is still good.
It seems that she is also a big fan of Zhang Yuan.
However, Qin Lao said: "This is normal, calligraphy, since ancient times, when the descendants were beginning to learn, copying the predecessors, you see, this character, there are three parts like a book saint,"
Old Wu nodded and agreed with this view, and said, "That's right. Calligraphy can only get rid of the shadow of the predecessors and walk out of your own way only when you are a master, but it is very difficult. Hahaha, Xiao Zhang's current level is already very good. Not bad, there are a few young people who are as versatile as him, not many."
Old Qin encouraged Zhang Yuan: "Xiao Zhang, you have to keep working hard and you will definitely achieve something in the future."
Qin Xue's doubts were slowly dispelled, and she did not always pay attention to it.
Lao Wu and Lao Qin both commented on Zhang Yuan's poem very seriously, clapping their hands in applause from time to time.
"You two old guys, why are you so happy?"
Suddenly, a voice came from the door.
I saw a gray-haired old man walk in with a smile.
"Oh, it's an old horse,"
"Old stuff, you are here, we have been waiting for you for a long time,"
Everyone got up to welcome the guests.
Old Qin and Old Wu walked over and shook hands with their old friends.
"Grandpa Ma, you are here. Today, on the first day of the new year, Xiaoxue has sent you a New Year greeting. I wish you good health and all the best in the new year," Qin Xue said very well.
"Hahaha, Xiaoxue, I haven't seen you for a few days, you have grown taller and more beautiful," Lao Ma smiled.
In the huge living room, laughter sounded from time to time, and the servants immediately poured tea and water.
Just sitting down, I saw Zhang Yuan.
"This is?" Old Ma was curious.
Old Wu Gang was about to introduce, but Old Qin said first: "Look at this poem first,"
Lao Ma took over Zhang Yuan’s work and looked seriously, before long, he was immediately taken aback: "Good poem, good poem,"
"Old Wu, did you write this? Great,"
"It's so suitable,"
"Okay, you can, I haven't seen you in a few days, you are good at level,"
Old Wu smiled and shook his head: "I didn't write this, please take a closer look at this word."
Sure enough, this is not Old Wu's character.
Lao Wu's handwriting is not so beautiful.
"Who wrote it?" Lao Ma asked curiously.
Old Qin smiled and said, "This kid, Xiao Zhang, this old horse, is also my friend."
"Hello, Uncle Ma," Zhang Yuan respectfully stretched out his hand.
Old Ma shook his hand and said in surprise: "Oh, that's not bad, the next generation is terrible,"
"It's so rare to be able to write such a good poem at a young age, genius, genius,"
"Old Qin, how do you know such a genius,"
Old Qin smiled bitterly: "It's a long story, this is actually a fate between us,"
Lao Ma admired Zhang Yuan's work very much.
Poetic beauty, beautiful words.
Few young people today are interested in traditional culture.
There are few young talents who can write poems and books like the ancients.
"Oh, well, since everyone is showing one's hand, then I will do it too," said the old horse.
"Oh?" Old Qin said, "Okay, I have already prepared it for you,"
"Come here, take care of me,"
I saw the servants holding pens, ink, paper and inkstones and putting them on the table.
There are also various pigments.
"You old horse is a painter, I don't know what new works have been released this year, come on, let us open our eyes," Lao Wu said.
Several people watched the old horse and began to paint.
He carried a brush, dipped in paint, and began to paint.
This is a traditional Chinese painting, Zhang Yuan recognized it at a glance.
"Xiao Zhang, you have a blessing, Lao Ma's Chinese paintings are very famous, and you will see beautiful paintings in a while," Lao Wu said.
"Then I will wait and see," Zhang Yuan said in a calm tone.
"Well, yes, today's party is only interesting. Lao Ma, you have to work harder, don't be beaten by Xiao Zhang," Lao Qin quipped.
Lao Ma was full of confidence and said, "I admit that I am inferior to him when it comes to writing poetry and calligraphy, but painting is my strong point. Asking myself about my knowledge in Chinese painting, few people are better than me."
Everyone understands this.
This is not big talk.
However, Zhang Yuan doesn't agree so much.
This seems to be a bit big.
The world is so big and there are so many great people, who dares to say that he is number one in the world.
Lao Ma paints very quickly and is very skilled in the use of various paints.
Various brushes were switched in his hands, and a beautiful landscape painting took shape soon.
The distant mountains are continuous, high and low, at the foot of the mountain, flowers are full of the ground, small bridges and flowing water, it feels very comfortable.
Quite a sense of paradise.
People who stay in the city for a long time will yearn for this kind of rural life.
Low pressure, fresh air and comfortable living.
"Well, yes, very artistic, it really is a masterpiece," Lao Qin commented on the side.
"Lao Ma, your landscape painting is still so good, the brushwork is more mature, and the artistic conception is more comfortable," Lao Wu said.
Although Qin Xue doesn't know much about Chinese painting, she knows the skill of Lao Ma, so she appreciates it seriously at this moment.
"Well, it's not bad," Zhang Yuan nodded.
Lao Ma's level is still very high, already better than most painters.
However, he still has a lot of room for improvement, which Zhang Yuan can see at a glance.
"Everyone, it's done, time is a bit rushed, but it should be in your eyes," Lao Ma Ziqian.
However, there is still obvious self-confidence and pride in the tone.
"It's more than eye-catching, this is another masterpiece," Old Wu said.
Old Qin followed: "That's right, Ma, don't be too humble, good is good, everyone knows your strength,"
Qin Xue smiled and said sweetly: "Grandpa Ma, your painting skills have improved again, congratulations."
The old horse smiled happily: "Hahaha, yoyo, Xiaoxue has a sweet mouth. Wipe honey."
Everyone was very happy. Old Qin suddenly looked at Zhang Yuan: "Xiao Zhang, come and comment."
"Yes, Xiao Zhang, talk about your views, just say, this is a gathering of friends, there is no taboo," Old Wu said.
"In that case, I am offended," Zhang Yuan said decently.
"In fact, Uncle Ma's work and strength have great room for improvement,"
Zhang Yuan said.
Sure enough, everyone was shocked when they finished talking.
One by one in a daze.
"You, how can you say that, Grandpa Ma's strength is top-notch, and his works are very popular," Qin Xue reacted and said dissatisfied.
One is to break the awkward atmosphere, and the other is to speak for the old horse.
Third, she felt that Xiao Zhang was a little bold.
He dared to say anything, without thinking about it.
"I'm just telling the truth. Just the landscape painting in front of me. I personally think that there are several places that can be painted better. For example, here, the lines are a bit stiff..."
Zhang Yuan pointed out the shortcomings in the paintings, each of which analyzed in detail the causes, consequences, and solutions.