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I don't think the calligraphy exhibition is good-looking.
Most of them are the works collected by these contemporary calligraphers, or simply their own works.
It's not that night light can't see these characters. It's just that night light really doesn't have much interest in calligraphy. If it hadn't been for so many calligraphy skills, night light would not have any attainments in calligraphy all his life.
Moreover, although luminous is good at writing, his practical appreciation ability is not high. He can see good Lai, but he can't see the specific way, and he can't tell why.
So, after father Liu, I saw the masterpieces that other calligraphers brought to me for appreciation, and night light didn't say a few words. At first, when I met cursive script, some calligraphers asked about night light. Although we all felt strange about night light's age, we had to admit that they wrote well.
Luminous which can say so naturally, over and over again so a few words.
"Good!"
"Good word!"
"Very good!"
Make people a burst of speechless, one come and two go, big guy son also don't bother to ask him.
Liu's father hated the iron and looked at the light of the night. He was his son-in-law. How could he not be more aggressive?
Luminous also helpless ah, he is like an old driver who can drive, just can drive, but he really does not know the car! You asked him to talk about the model of the generator, the diameter of the exhaust pipe, the principle of the power system, and the luminous expression!
You see, I'm really confused, otherwise I can't count the words clearly.
After one or two hours of appreciating various works and listening to the works brought by various calligraphers, we entered the next stage, which is also the most lively stage of this calligraphy meeting.
Write on the spot.
It turned out that Al Shabab, who just came to make soy sauce, also gathered here.
Someone is whispering below.
"Brother Hao, the masters are almost finished. It's time for our younger generation to show off. It's time for you to show off again. You are the most accomplished group of us. Last year, you were the best one among the younger generation."
The man named brother Hao gave a wry smile. "It's impossible this year. You came late at the calligraphy exhibition. I don't know. Today, Shu brought us a beautiful work of cursive script. The masters are full of praise. Even the name of the best cursive script in the world has been mentioned. Guess who wrote it."
"Who is it?"
Brother Hao pointed to the direction of the night light, "here, that's him, the one next to Liu Gong. I've seen him in the erudite garden before."
"Ah, he, is it true or not?"
"You will know in a moment that today he will be asked by the masters to write a letter."
Brother Hao uses please.
Sure enough, although luminous has been playing a very low-key role, no one will ignore him when he knows that the ode to orchids was written by him.
Another calligrapher wrote down a piece of calligraphy on the spot. After the praise, Shu Hailang said in a voice.
"Today's calligraphy meeting is right. It's really eye opening to see the treasures and works of all the masters. Moreover, a younger generation who surprised me so much has come here. Before, I always thought that young people are getting worse and worse in calligraphy. Even if they practice half a bucket of water, they can't be elegant. But today I see this young man People really amaze me. It seems that I am wrong. Our young people are not getting worse and worse. They are better than the blue. There are successors to the calligraphy handed down by our ancestors. Now let's invite this young hero to write a masterpiece for you. "
Shuhai said, looking at the night light, "big nephew, let's show it to you, and let us old folks have a long eye."
Noctiluca smiles and looks at father Liu. Before he got off the bus, father Liu told him to keep a low profile and not be in the limelight. He still remembers.
Liu's father nodded to him slightly, "go."
The night light nodded and went up to the stage.
On the stage is a large desk with all kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. There is a camera hanging on the top with a bracket. The lens is facing the desktop, and the pictures on the desktop are reflected on the two large screens on both sides of the small dance platform, so that other people can watch them.
Luminous went to the desk, to the audience for Gongshou, "master predecessors, then I'll make a fool of myself."
With that, the night light began to grind it with crude techniques. It was very stupid. Because of the greater force, the ink was stirred and spilled on the edge of the inkstone, which made the calligraphy masters and father Liu frown.
It's not like a calligrapher's skill, even a beginner is inferior.
Shu Hai had already stood beside Liu's father and asked in a low voice, "Lao Liu, did he really write that word? Don't make a fool of yourself. "
Father Liu said, "why don't you believe it? It's true. I was there when he wrote, and I saw it with my own eyes."
Shu Hai stopped talking and continued to watch the luminous action.
Luminous grinds the ink casually, then pulls out a long strip from the roller paper on the right side, flattens it on the table, compacts it with a ruler, and selects a suitable brush from the pen holder. He wants to dip it in the ink, but his hand suddenly stops in the air. After a few seconds, luminous puts the pen back on the pen holder.People don't understand.
What's this for?
Luminous put down his pen and looked down at the stage again. "When I took up my pen, I suddenly didn't know what to write."
There was a kind smile under the stage.
Luminous also smile, said, "I see that many of the masters used the ancient background to write, so I also use the ancient background to write a narrative. First of all, I want to tell you that my cursive script has to be handed down to a Taoist priest."
He told me that this is the style of monk huaisu, a great calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, my calligraphy is also called huaisu style. The Taoist priest also told me about the life of monk huaisu, but I did not find any records about this monk huaisu by looking up the literature. It may be a long time ago and submerged in the long river of the times, so today I'd like to take this opportunity to write a brief account of monk huaisu's life, so that you can see and know that I still have this master of cursive calligraphy in my history. I have to pass it on to him and pay homage to his calligraphy. "
Say, night light again to stage for bow hand, then pick up brush again.
At that moment, the light of night seemed to be suddenly clear, and a mysterious and mysterious feeling came into being.
The crowd under the stage looked at the light in the night, and their intuition suddenly changed.
Eyes.
Temperament.
Expression.
It's all different.
There are many people in the audience, but they think of the same word.
Everyone's style!
Noctiluca pick up the pen.
Dip in ink.
Drop the word.
"Huaisu's family is in Changsha. He is a Buddhist when he is young."
The crowd watched the actions of luminous's hands through the pictures taken by the camera. As soon as luminous started writing, he wrote down the word "Huai". Immediately, someone could not help crying out, "good brushwork!"
Then he immediately stopped the sound, as if for fear of disturbing the night light.
The night light is dancing on the paper, and the action is flowing.
"Huaisu's family is in Changsha. He was a Buddhist when he was young. It's a good time to study Zen. However, I can't see the miracles of my predecessors far away. Therefore, he took up Zhang Xi and traveled to the west to meet the famous contemporary public. He was very complicated about his affairs, and his remains were very simple. There are many dust spots on the surface of fish and silk. The literati don't think it's strange... "
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I don't think the calligraphy exhibition is good-looking.
Most of them are the works collected by these contemporary calligraphers, or simply their own works.
It's not that night light can't see these characters. It's just that night light really doesn't have much interest in calligraphy. If it hadn't been for so many calligraphy skills, night light would not have any attainments in calligraphy all his life.
Moreover, although luminous is good at writing, his practical appreciation ability is not high. He can see good Lai, but he can't see the specific way, and he can't tell why.
So, after father Liu, I saw the masterpieces that other calligraphers brought to me for appreciation, and night light didn't say a few words. At first, when I met cursive script, some calligraphers asked about night light. Although we all felt strange about night light's age, we had to admit that they wrote well.
Luminous which can say so naturally, over and over again so a few words.
"Good!"
"Good word!"
"Very good!"
Make people a burst of speechless, one come and two go, big guy son also don't bother to ask him.
Liu's father hated the iron and looked at the light of the night. He was his son-in-law. How could he not be more aggressive?
Luminous also helpless ah, he is like an old driver who can drive, just can drive, but he really does not know the car! You asked him to talk about the model of the generator, the diameter of the exhaust pipe, the principle of the power system, and the luminous expression!
You see, I'm really confused, otherwise I can't count the words clearly.
After one or two hours of appreciating various works and listening to the works brought by various calligraphers, we entered the next stage, which is also the most lively stage of this calligraphy meeting.
Write on the spot.
It turned out that Al Shabab, who just came to make soy sauce, also gathered here.
Someone is whispering below.
"Brother Hao, the masters are almost finished. It's time for our younger generation to show off. It's time for you to show off again. You are the most accomplished group of us. Last year, you were the best one among the younger generation."
The man named brother Hao gave a wry smile. "It's impossible this year. You came late at the calligraphy exhibition. I don't know. Today, Shu brought us a beautiful work of cursive script. The masters are full of praise. Even the name of the best cursive script in the world has been mentioned. Guess who wrote it."
"Who is it?"
Brother Hao pointed to the direction of the night light, "here, that's him, the one next to Liu Gong. I've seen him in the erudite garden before."
"Ah, he, is it true or not?"
"You will know in a moment that today he will be asked by the masters to write a letter."
Brother Hao uses please.
Sure enough, although luminous has been playing a very low-key role, no one will ignore him when he knows that the ode to orchids was written by him.
Another calligrapher wrote down a piece of calligraphy on the spot. After the praise, Shu Hailang said in a voice.
"Today's calligraphy meeting is right. It's really eye opening to see the treasures and works of all the masters. Moreover, a younger generation who surprised me so much has come here. Before, I always thought that young people are getting worse and worse in calligraphy. Even if they practice half a bucket of water, they can't be elegant. But today I see this young man People really amaze me. It seems that I am wrong. Our young people are not getting worse and worse. They are better than the blue. There are successors to the calligraphy handed down by our ancestors. Now let's invite this young hero to write a masterpiece for you. "
Shuhai said, looking at the night light, "big nephew, let's show it to you, and let us old folks have a long eye."
Noctiluca smiles and looks at father Liu. Before he got off the bus, father Liu told him to keep a low profile and not be in the limelight. He still remembers.
Liu's father nodded to him slightly, "go."
The night light nodded and went up to the stage.
On the stage is a large desk with all kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. There is a camera hanging on the top with a bracket. The lens is facing the desktop, and the pictures on the desktop are reflected on the two large screens on both sides of the small dance platform, so that other people can watch them.
Luminous went to the desk, to the audience for Gongshou, "master predecessors, then I'll make a fool of myself."
With that, the night light began to grind it with crude techniques. It was very stupid. Because of the greater force, the ink was stirred and spilled on the edge of the inkstone, which made the calligraphy masters and father Liu frown.
It's not like a calligrapher's skill, even a beginner is inferior.
Shu Hai had already stood beside Liu's father and asked in a low voice, "Lao Liu, did he really write that word? Don't make a fool of yourself. "
Father Liu said, "why don't you believe it? It's true. I was there when he wrote, and I saw it with my own eyes."
Shu Hai stopped talking and continued to watch the luminous action.
Luminous grinds the ink casually, then pulls out a long strip from the roller paper on the right side, flattens it on the table, compacts it with a ruler, and selects a suitable brush from the pen holder. He wants to dip it in the ink, but his hand suddenly stops in the air. After a few seconds, luminous puts the pen back on the pen holder.People don't understand.
What's this for?
Luminous put down his pen and looked down at the stage again. "When I took up my pen, I suddenly didn't know what to write."
There was a kind smile under the stage.
Luminous also smile, said, "I see that many of the masters used the ancient background to write, so I also use the ancient background to write a narrative. First of all, I want to tell you that my cursive script has to be handed down to a Taoist priest."
He told me that this is the style of monk huaisu, a great calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, my calligraphy is also called huaisu style. The Taoist priest also told me about the life of monk huaisu, but I did not find any records about this monk huaisu by looking up the literature. It may be a long time ago and submerged in the long river of the times, so today I'd like to take this opportunity to write a brief account of monk huaisu's life, so that you can see and know that I still have this master of cursive calligraphy in my history. I have to pass it on to him and pay homage to his calligraphy. "
Say, night light again to stage for bow hand, then pick up brush again.
At that moment, the light of night seemed to be suddenly clear, and a mysterious and mysterious feeling came into being.
The crowd under the stage looked at the light in the night, and their intuition suddenly changed.
Eyes.
Temperament.
Expression.
It's all different.
There are many people in the audience, but they think of the same word.
Everyone's style!
Noctiluca pick up the pen.
Dip in ink.
Drop the word.
"Huaisu's family is in Changsha. He is a Buddhist when he is young."
The crowd watched the actions of luminous's hands through the pictures taken by the camera. As soon as luminous started writing, he wrote down the word "Huai". Immediately, someone could not help crying out, "good brushwork!"
Then he immediately stopped the sound, as if for fear of disturbing the night light.
The night light is dancing on the paper, and the action is flowing.
"Huaisu's family is in Changsha. He was a Buddhist when he was young. It's a good time to study Zen. However, I can't see the miracles of my predecessors far away. Therefore, he took up Zhang Xi and traveled to the west to meet the famous contemporary public. He was very complicated about his affairs, and his remains were very simple. There are many dust spots on the surface of fish and silk. The literati don't think it's strange... "
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I don't think the calligraphy exhibition is good-looking. Most of them are the works collected by these contemporary calligraphers, or simply their own works. It's not that night light can't see these characters. It's just that night light really doesn't have much interest in calligraphy. If it hadn't been for so many calligraphy skills, night light would not have any attainments in calligraphy all his life. Moreover, although luminous is good at writing, his practical appreciation ability is not high. He can see good Lai, but he can't see the specific way, and he can't tell why. So, after father Liu, I saw the masterpieces that other calligraphers brought to me for appreciation, and night light didn't say a few words. At first, when I met cursive script, some calligraphers asked about night light. Although we all felt strange about night light's age, we had to admit that they wrote well. Luminous which can say so naturally, over and over again so a few words. "Good!" "Good word!" "Very good!" Make people a burst of speechless, one come and two go, big guy son also don't bother to ask him. Liu's father hated the iron and looked at the light of the night. He was his son-in-law. How could he not be more aggressive? Luminous also helpless ah, he is like an old driver who can drive, just can drive, but he really does not know the car! You asked him to talk about the model of the generator, the diameter of the exhaust pipe, the principle of the power system, and the luminous expression! You see, I'm really confused, otherwise I can't count the words clearly. After one or two hours of appreciating various works and listening to the works brought by various calligraphers, we entered the next stage, which is also the most lively stage of this calligraphy meeting. Write on the spot. It turned out that Al Shabab, who just came to make soy sauce, also gathered here. Someone is whispering below. "Brother Hao, the masters are almost finished. It's time for our younger generation to show off. It's time for you to show off again. You are the most accomplished group of us. Last year, you were the best one among the younger generation." The man named brother Hao gave a wry smile. "It's impossible this year. You came late at the calligraphy exhibition. I don't know. Today, Shu brought us a beautiful work of cursive script. The masters are full of praise. Even the name of the best cursive script in the world has been mentioned. Guess who wrote it." "Who is it?" Brother Hao pointed to the direction of the night light, "here, that's him, the one next to Liu Gong. I've seen him in the erudite garden before." "Ah, he, is it true or not?" "You will know in a moment that today he will be asked by the masters to write a letter." Brother Hao uses please. Sure enough, although luminous has been playing a very low-key role, no one will ignore him when he knows that the ode to orchids was written by him. Another calligrapher wrote down a piece of calligraphy on the spot. After the praise, Shu Hailang said in a voice. "Today's calligraphy meeting is right. It's really eye opening to see the treasures and works of all the masters. Moreover, a younger generation who surprised me so much has come here. Before, I always thought that young people are getting worse and worse in calligraphy. Even if they practice half a bucket of water, they can't be elegant. But today I see this young man People really amaze me. It seems that I am wrong. Our young people are not getting worse and worse. They are better than the blue. There are successors to the calligraphy handed down by our ancestors. Now let's invite this young hero to write a masterpiece for you. " Shuhai said, looking at the night light, "big nephew, let's show it to you, and let us old folks have a long eye." Noctiluca smiles and looks at father Liu. Before he got off the bus, father Liu told him to keep a low profile and not be in the limelight. He still remembers. Liu's father nodded to him slightly, "go." The night light nodded and went up to the stage. On the stage is a large desk with all kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. There is a camera hanging on the top with a bracket. The lens is facing the desktop, and the pictures on the desktop are reflected on the two large screens on both sides of the small dance platform, so that other people can watch them. Luminous went to the desk, to the audience for Gongshou, "master predecessors, then I'll make a fool of myself." With that, the night light began to grind it with crude techniques. It was very stupid. Because of the greater force, the ink was stirred and spilled on the edge of the inkstone, which made the calligraphy masters and father Liu frown. It's not like a calligrapher's skill, even a beginner is inferior. Shu Hai had already stood beside Liu's father and asked in a low voice, "Lao Liu, did he really write that word? Don't make a fool of yourself. " Father Liu said, "why don't you believe it? It's true. I was there when he wrote, and I saw it with my own eyes." Shu Hai stopped talking and continued to watch the luminous action. Luminous grinds the ink casually, then pulls out a long strip from the roller paper on the right side, flattens it on the table, compacts it with a ruler, and selects a suitable brush from the pen holder. He wants to dip it in the ink, but his hand suddenly stops in the air. After a few seconds, luminous puts the pen back on the pen holder.People don't understand. What's this for? Luminous put down his pen and looked down at the stage again. "When I took up my pen, I suddenly didn't know what to write." There was a kind smile under the stage. Luminous also smile, said, "I see that many of the masters used the ancient background to write, so I also use the ancient background to write a narrative. First of all, I want to tell you that my cursive script has to be handed down to a Taoist priest." He told me that this is the style of monk huaisu, a great calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, my calligraphy is also called huaisu style. The Taoist priest also told me about the life of monk huaisu, but I did not find any records about this monk huaisu by looking up the literature. It may be a long time ago and submerged in the long river of the times, so today I'd like to take this opportunity to write a brief account of monk huaisu's life, so that you can see and know that I still have this master of cursive calligraphy in my history. I have to pass it on to him and pay homage to his calligraphy. " Say, night light again to stage for bow hand, then pick up brush again. At that moment, the light of night seemed to be suddenly clear, and a mysterious and mysterious feeling came into being. The crowd under the stage looked at the light in the night, and their intuition suddenly changed. Eyes. Temperament. Expression. It's all different. There are many people in the audience, but they think of the same word. Everyone's style! Noctiluca pick up the pen. Dip in ink. Drop the word. "Huaisu's family is in Changsha. He is a Buddhist when he is young." The crowd watched the actions of luminous's hands through the pictures taken by the camera. As soon as luminous started writing, he wrote down the word "Huai". Immediately, someone could not help crying out, "good brushwork!" Then he immediately stopped the sound, as if for fear of disturbing the night light. The night light is dancing on the paper, and the action is flowing. "Huaisu's family is in Changsha. He was a Buddhist when he was young. It's a good time to study Zen. However, I can't see the miracles of my predecessors far away. Therefore, he took up Zhang Xi and traveled to the west to meet the famous contemporary public. He was very complicated about his affairs, and his remains were very simple. There are many dust spots on the surface of fish and silk. The literati don't think it's strange... " www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
