Debut After Eight Years

119. It's time for me to come up with a question! As long as you have a hand, is learning u

The blackboard used by Wang Qian was placed on the steps in front of the first row of seats.

At this time, many talents carefully examined every word written by Wang Qian!

After taking a closer look, I found that among the few words, there is already a style of everyone, as well as its own unique style!

Chen Xiangdong, Tang Hepeng, Jiang Xing, Cao Wenfang, Fang Guoshu and other people in the front row all stared at the blackboard.

The chalk characters in thin gold body, every stroke and every stroke, seem to reveal a kind of vigorous edge, really like a silver hook and iron painting, and there is also a sense of contradiction between being thin and full of rhyme.

Jiang Xing whispered in shock, What a good word!

Cao Wenfang: It has the style of everyone. This is a kind of calligraphy that I have never seen before.

Lu Chunhu was even more straightforward. He walked forward, picked up the blackboard, and moved forward again, almost in front of him, staring at every word on it!

Cao Wenfang said dissatisfiedly: Professor Lu, we can't see you like this.

Lu Chunhu smiled and said: You don't practice calligraphy, so it's useless to read it!

Cao Wenfang glared: Then what do you see?

Lu Chunhu still stared at the words on the blackboard, and said softly, I see a whole new field of calligraphy.

The few people around stopped talking.

They all felt the excitement and love in Lu Chunhu's heart from his words!

Everyone knows that Lu Chunhu loves calligraphy the most. Up to now, he insists on practicing calligraphy for at least two or three hours every day, and sometimes he writes for half a day.

This also proves.

Wang Qian's calligraphy may not be simple.

Therefore, many people who are more fond of calligraphy looked sideways at the blackboard in front of Lu Chunhu!

And at the same time!

More people were watching Wang Qian on the podium.

Because Wang Qian is writing.

From Wang Qian's writing movements, we can see more about his calligraphy.

but……

At this moment, there were exclamations in the audience.

Tang Hepeng, who was staring at the blackboard, clenched his fists excitedly, his eyes widened: Good poetry, good poetry!

Lu Chunhu, Jiang Xing, and Chen Xiangdong, who were paying attention to the calligraphy on the blackboard, looked up at the blackboard on the podium.

Only then did I find out...

Wang Qian has already written lines of text on the blackboard.

And the scene.

There were exclamations and discussions one after another!

Obviously.

Everyone was a little excited.

Lu Chunhu immediately followed the words on the blackboard and read in a low voice.

It's good to have a sunny day when the water shines brightly,

The mountains are empty and the rain is also strange.

If you compare West Lake to Xizi,

Heavy and light makeup is always the way to go.

Lu Chunhu's eyes widened immediately, and he read it softly again!

Around, the voices of these four poems kept ringing.

Everyone is an expert, and after reciting a few times, they have already understood these few lines of poems and understood the meaning expressed in them.

Cao Wenfang said excitedly: A good poem is indeed a good poem! This poem is considered a masterpiece among the best ancient poems about West Lake that I have seen in the past. The last two sentences are the finishing touch. Compared with Xizi of the Four Great Beauties, this kid is so surprising.

Tang Hepeng also said excitedly: Wang Qian's accomplishments in ancient literature works, I think it may be unique in our modern times. Who can compare with him in the field of ancient literature works in modern times? This poem has established his foundation even more. place in the field of ancient literature.

The few people around listened, although their faces were calm and did not express their views, it was impossible for them, the seniors in the circle, to praise a young man.

In the field of literature, seniority is the most serious. Even if you publish many good works, but you are under the age, your status in the circle will not be too high. There will be a lot of old writers who have no works but are very old. Looking at you, all kinds of old-fashioned and old-fashioned words are pressed on your head, and you still can't refute, unless you don't want to be recognized by the circle, otherwise you have to endure it and respectfully confess.

However, they all agreed with Tang Hepeng's words in their hearts.

after all!

In recent decades, Chinese literary circles have vigorously promoted the forms of modern literary works such as modern poetry and modern prose in order to popularize education.

Ancient cultural works have almost become a lost research type.

It has been a long time since there have been any ancient literary works that make people shine.

Until the recent appearance of Wang Qian.

clap clap...

Tang Hepeng applauded first.

Then, Lu Chunhu, Chen Xiangdong, Jiang Xing and others also clapped together.

The people behind were naturally the same, applauding along with them.

Xu Xiaoxiao and Qin Xuerong clapped their hands with all their strength, and the applause was loud.

Xu Xiaoxiao said to Xu Wenwen beside him: Professor Wang's poem describes the West Lake very well, sister, what about the poem you tried to write last time?

Xu Wenwen blushed unnaturally, then shook his head: No, I think the writing is not good, so I threw it away.

Xu Xiaoxiao didn't bother with her sister's previous works. Looking at the two works on the blackboard, she said, Guo Zhuangzhuang's modern poem is barely acceptable, but compared with Professor Wang's ancient poem, it is not at the same level. What Professor Wang said, looking at his modern poem now, it's really too long-winded, it's all meaningless nonsense.

Xu Wenwen nodded: I think so too!

At the scene, many people feel so at the moment.

Comparing Guo Zhuangzhuang's work with this poem by Wang Qian, to put it bluntly, it is rubbish, not even a doggerel.

Good or bad, it needs to be compared.

Where there is contrast, there is harm.

Even Guo Zhuangzhuang, who was standing on the podium, couldn't stand at the moment. The calm and confidence on his face could not be maintained, and he became a little stiff. Looking at Wang Qian, the shock was already written in his pupils, and his face felt hot!

you guy...

I just wrote an ordinary modern poem.

If you want to beat me, just write something better than me...

You don't need to write a work that can be compared with the classics handed down from the ancient writers who entered the textbooks, come and slap me in the face!

Hit too hard.

Guo Zhuangzhuang felt that he had no power to fight back.

Wang Qian, on the other hand, still didn't speak. Facing the applause of the audience, he still just smiled politely, and then made a gesture of please to Guo Zhuangzhuang again!

alright!

It's time for you to get on with the show again.

What are you prepared for!

Go ahead and take it out...

A layer of sweat had already permeated Guo Zhuangzhuang's forehead.

The applause of the audience gradually stopped.

now.

Everyone looked at Guo Zhuangzhuang with sympathy.

If it is evenly matched, everyone will not feel sympathy, but feel excited and happy, which can make it appear that both of them are very talented.

However, the gap is too large to be calculated now.

Then there is only sympathy for Guo Zhuangzhuang.

I want to pretend to be tough on the podium and prove myself.

result……

Now it seems that it wants to develop in the direction of sand force.

Moreover, Guo Zhuangzhuang is their alumni after all, and he is one of his own, so he will naturally have sympathy.

If you were from another society, or from another school, there might be some contempt and ridicule now.

Guo Zhuangzhuang no longer dared to look bravely at the audience, but looked at Wang Qian, and then at Wang Qian's work, still powerless.

He did prepare an ancient poem in his heart, but if he took it out now, it would be embarrassing!

If there is already a good work in front of you, what is it if you still show it?

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled and concealed his embarrassment: Haha... Today I saw Professor Wang's literary talent, it is really amazing, and it is the best in the world. The couplets and ancient poetry are the strongest I have ever seen, amazing.

Guo Zhuangzhuang changed his name from calling him Wang Qian directly to Professor Wang, and said that Wang Qian's literary talent is the best in the contemporary era, and he deliberately elevated Wang Qian, so that it would not look so ugly for him to lose, and at the same time he wanted to use this To attract more hostility to Wang Qian.

Of course, this is also an admission of defeat in disguise, an acknowledgment of Wang Qian's talent and status.

As he said that, Guo Zhuangzhuang felt uncomfortable all over. He turned around and wanted to get off the stage to change seats. He was embarrassed to stand here, and he was also embarrassed to continue to sit beside Liu Shengnan.

It was the first time Wang Qian spoke, and said loudly, Wait!

Guo Zhuangzhuang was startled, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew that Wang Qian's counterattack might be coming, so he stopped and looked at Wang Qian: Professor Wang, what advice do you have?

Everyone in the audience also looked at Wang Qian.

Guo Zhuangzhuang had already conceded defeat, and he had lost the face of many Zhejiang masters and students present.

After all, Guo Zhuangzhuang graduated from here.

As for Wang Qian, he has nothing to do with this place, he is just an outsider who came to exchange lectures.

Many people felt that Guo Zhuangzhuang had conceded defeat, so let's leave it at that. This was treating Guo Zhuangzhuang as one of his own, and they had some sympathy.

Everyone still feels somewhat repulsive towards Wang Qian!

Seeing Wang Qian now seems to be aggressive.

The place fell silent.

Some of the older generation who graduated from Zhejiang University looked at Wang Qian with a slightly unfriendly look.

No matter what Guo Zhuangzhuang is, he is theirs...

Wang Qian didn't care about these.

He just thinks that you can't be the only one to write the question, right?

so.

He picked up the chalk and continued to write on the blackboard. At the same time, he said: Some time ago, when I was playing in the West Lake, I lost something. I just remembered a Shanghai couplet, and I will share it with you and everyone present. share.

Guo Zhuangzhuang stood behind Wang Qian, staring at Wang Qian's writing.

Everyone's eyes are also closely watching every word written by Wang Qian on the blackboard.

Many people are holding back their energy.

If Guo Zhuangzhuang is not right...

Well, they're right!

Guo Zhuangzhuang can lose.

However, Zhejiang University cannot lose.

Chen Xiangdong, Tang Hepeng, Jiang Xing, Lu Chunhu, Cao Wenfang and others all became extremely serious. They did not study Wang Qian's calligraphy carefully, but really paid attention to Wang Qian's Shanglian itself.

A neat line of thin gold characters appeared on the blackboard.

Swim to the West Lake, pick up the tin pot, if the tin pot falls into the West Lake, it's pity to call the tin pot.

Wang Qian put down the chalk, looked at Guo Zhuangzhuang with a smile on his face, and also looked at everyone present, and said: This is a couplet that I came up with by chance. If anyone present can come up with a neat couplet, how about Please advise!

Guo Zhuangzhuang stared at each word carefully, still shocked in his heart.

So many homophones, and homophones!

In modern times, it was the first time he saw such a difficult Shanglian.

Before, he had seen couplets of this difficulty in some ancient poems.

Others at the scene were also silent.

The audience suddenly became very quiet.

Every student of Zhejiang University, as well as many alumni who have graduated, are watching every word, trying to come up with a neat second couplet by themselves, to win glory for the school, and to show shame for themselves.

A few minutes passed.

Still quiet!

After Guo Zhuangzhuang also read it for a few minutes, he thought of a lot of words and phrases, all with the same pronunciation, but it is impossible to form a coherent and neat couplet with expressive meaning!

Guo Zhuangzhuang looked unhappy, and said in a low voice: Professor Wang, do you have a neat second line? If it is an absolute, then it is normal for us to come up with it?

Many students behind nodded their heads.

indeed.

If you come up with an absolute that you don’t even have a link to, it will be embarrassing for everyone.

Wang Qian shook his head, and said confidently: Not absolutely, I have already figured out several neat couplets. Why, do you want me to write them out?

Wang Qian looked at Guo Zhuangzhuang.

Guo Zhuangzhuang felt guilty all of a sudden, and shook his head hastily: I don't need Professor Wang to write, I can think about it by myself, but please give me some time!

If Wang Qian was allowed to write it out, wouldn't that mean admitting defeat?

It's not a big deal for him to lose, but a big deal for the school's face.

Guo Zhuangzhuang didn't dare to lose this man in front of so many villagers and elders.

Procrastinate first, think about it later, ask someone for advice, you can always figure it out...

Anyway...

It has to be right.

Otherwise, Guo Zhuangzhuang would not dare to go back to school in the future, nor would he dare to attend alumni gatherings.

off stage.

As the deputy director of the literature department, Chen Xiangdong was most anxious.

Today's public exchange class was facilitated by him and Tang Hepeng.

If Zhejiang University loses face in the end, he, the dean of the department, will also be responsible!

Although, the root cause is that your skills are not as good as others, but many people don't care so much. Anyway, you have lost the school's face.

Therefore, Chen Xiangdong hurriedly asked the younger Jiang Xing: Jiang Xing, how is it? Do you have any ideas?

Jiang Xing shook his head lightly: Not for the time being. This kind of upper couplet is considered to be of the same level as the ancient couplet. It also needs special opportunities and inspiration to match up the second couplet. It is impossible to match up in a short time. I suspect that Wang Qian It was a lie to Guo Zhuangzhuang, maybe he himself didn’t have a neat second line.”

Lu Chunhu shook his head: Wang Qian doesn't look like he's lying. He should really have a neat second line. I'm old and my thinking can't keep up. I can't think of it all at once.

Tang Hepeng also shook his head: I don't have any ideas right now, it will take time.

Cao Wenfang smiled wryly: It's true that couplets of this difficulty cannot be matched in a short time. Wait, isn't this the beginning of the exchange class? We just need to match up before he leaves, won't it be fine?

Chen Xiangdong nodded, and immediately said to many professors, teachers and alumni of Zhejiang University around the back: Then think about it quickly, you must confront Wang Qian before he leaves, otherwise our Zhejiang University's face will be lost here today!

Everyone looked serious and dignified, and quickly started to think.

Among the famous domestic schools, alumni culture has gradually formed, and everyone values ​​the face of their alma mater, because the face of their alma mater is their own face.

When they face the alumni associations of other schools in the future, they will be ridiculed by the other party for this matter, and there is no way to refute it!

Couplets are not like writing poems or articles, if they are not right, they are not right.

Writing poems and articles can be far-fetched and forced to elevate oneself to make sophistry.

As for the couplet, if you don't match it, you really lost, and there is nothing to quibble about.

but……

How many modern literati pay attention to couplets?

At this moment, sharpening their guns before the battle, everyone suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

...

On the podium, Guo Zhuangzhuang had already walked off the stage a little embarrassed and lonely, picked up a small bench and sat in a remote corner, and did not return to sit down beside Liu Shengnan.

Guo Zhuangzhuang looked at Liu Shengnan, saw that Liu Shengnan didn't pay attention to him at all, chatted with a girl who just sat down next to him, and then looked at Wang Qian, didn't look at him at all, and didn't care that he didn't go back and sit down !

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled bitterly, knowing that his failure today was too ugly.

Cleaning up his mood, he continued to stare at the Shanglian specially written by Wang Qian on the far side of the blackboard, thinking quickly in his mind. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and sent this Shanglian to several friends in his literary circle, asking them to help him think about it. think.

On their own?

Plagiarism can be sophistry!

For Guo Zhuangzhuang, finding someone to help is the most basic operation.

Anyway, there is nothing to be afraid of if you lose your face, and you don't have any psychological burden for doing anything.

...

Just at the beginning, there was such an episode!

The pressure in Wang Qian's heart was relieved a lot.

Because, he found, he seemed to be able to handle it.

So, next, his demeanor is more relaxed, he speaks freely, exuding a kind of knowledge and talent confidence in his bones.

Acting!

Reach the pinnacle!

Wang Qian continued the seven-character quatrain ancient poem he wrote just now, and began to explain it.

There are already thousands of analysis articles on this ancient poem on the Internet, and the analysis has been extremely thorough word by word, so there is actually no need for Wang Qian to explain anything alone.

However, as the original author, his personal explanation has some special significance and is more authoritative, so he will talk about it.

There was frequent applause at the scene.

After the explanation of the original author Wang Qian.

Every piece of work he has published seems to come alive, and the various meanings represented in it are extremely clear and close to his eyes.

Almost everyone present has a deeper understanding of his works and has reached a higher level.

Serious lectures.

It lasted for more than an hour!

In addition to the ancient poem about West Lake just now, and every other work, Wang Qian explained it in great detail.

The blackboard is filled with one after another!

Chen Xiangdong and Jiang Xing acted as laborers, and they kept replacing the blackboards for Wang Qian in person, preventing Wang Qian from erasing every single word. Every blackboard he filled was preserved, and the stacked ones in front of the first row below the steps.

Lu Chunhu kept looking at the writing on the blackboard, and at the same time compared it with Wang Qian's writing. He also imitated the movement of holding a brush with his right hand, and slowly imitated Wang Qian's writing technique.

People around who are familiar with Lu Chunhu know that this old man is going to be possessed again.

On the contrary, the words written by Guo Zhuangzhuang have long been wiped without trace.

Wang Qian took a sip of water, looked at the quiet big classroom, his momentum and calm confidence were no less than that of an authoritative old professor who had been lecturing on the podium for decades, and said: Okay, these few works of mine, The explanation is almost complete. If you still have anything you don’t understand, you can bring it up now, and we can communicate! If not, today’s communication class can end here, and everyone should be tired.”

Finally, it was time for the exchange of questions.

Guo Zhuangzhuang, who was sitting in the corner, was already a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water, so he immediately stood up and raised his hand: Professor Wang, I have a question!

Everyone looked at Guo Zhuangzhuang, seeing what Guo Zhuangzhuang could continue to say, with a little expectation in their eyes, hoping that the students and alumni of Zhejiang University would let Wang Qian leave some embarrassment here, so that they would have the capital to brag when they went out , It can appear that your school is very powerful.

Wang Qian didn't show any disgust, and still smiled, as if facing his own students, he stretched out his hand to Guo Zhuangzhuang and said, Please tell me.

Guo Zhuangzhuang stood up like a student asking a question in class, and said loudly: Professor Wang, how do you usually learn and accumulate? Especially in terms of ancient literature, your works amaze us. But, we all know , which requires extremely deep accumulation to do so.”

And you are not very old, a little younger than me. The school you graduated from is not the Department of Literature, but the Department of Performance. I would like to ask you, how did you learn to accumulate this knowledge and then transform it into a work? I I think this will be helpful to every student we have here.

Guo Zhuangzhuang tactfully raised the biggest question in this literary circle!

You are so young!

It's not a literature department!

Why do you write so many good works?

In other words, Wang Qian was in the car that came, and the question raised by that student Zhang Boheng.

If.

Before meeting Wang Qian, everyone's doubts about Wang Qian were relatively firm.

Now, everyone's doubts are not so serious.

Because, Wang Qian has already shown his talent and literary background for more than an hour!

Not everyone can explain these works so thoroughly.

At least, Xu Wenwen knew that when she explained Wang Qian's works in class, she was far less thorough than what Wang Qian explained just now.

In addition, Wang Qian won the pantomime showdown with Guo Zhuangzhuang just now, almost by crushing nature.

so!

They recognized Wang Qian's talent.

Well, there is still a problem!

how did you do that?

Share it and let everyone improve together?

or……

What's the dark secret?

Facing a pair of curious, questioning, or questioning eyes, Wang Qian did not show any stage fright, and remained calm.

Standing in front of the desk, naturally holding a piece of chalk in his hand.

Waving to Guo Zhuangzhuang, Wang Qian smiled and said, Okay, this student can sit down now.

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled and sat down obediently.

There was a chuckle from among the students behind.

Wang Qian continued: How to do it? In fact, it is very simple. Read more, think more, and write more. There is nothing to hide, and there is no shortcut. I love reading and thinking very much. With new thinking, I I will write it down. These thoughts may be a few lines of poetry, some pieces of music, or some lines of lyrics!

Whether it's a sentence or a few sentences, no matter whether it has any meaning or not, as long as I think of it, I will record it. Then when I have an idea later, I will take it out and read it slowly, and continue to find deep inspiration from it!

In this way, I wrote some songs, some tunes, and some literary works.

Actually, you can do it too. Eyes, brains, and hands are enough!

The scene was silent!

Pairs of eyes are still staring at Wang Qian.

because.

Many people think Wang Qian's words are familiar...

Especially many young students in the back, they remembered it very quickly.

This is not popular on the Internet.

As long as you have hands...

Just one look...

It's enough to have a brain...

However!

Everyone is a waste of time!

A bold boy at the back stood up and asked loudly: Professor Wang, can you demonstrate it live? For example, how can Jiang Chengzi written by you, Professor Wang, be so perfect while fully expressing the meaning clearly? What rhymes?

A poem or a word, or an ancient prose!

OK!

For ordinary people, it may not be necessary to understand its meaning.

Just read it once, experience it for yourself, and you will have an intuitive feeling!

Ancient works, in particular, pay attention to neat writing and smooth rhyming!

After reading a good work, its neat writing and unique and neat rhyme will make people feel very refreshed.

After reading many classic articles and poems, even if you don’t understand the meaning at all, you will feel a refreshing feeling after reading them, which makes you want to read them a few more times.

This is a good work.

The song Jiang Chengzi published by Wang Qian also has such characteristics!

Even if you don't understand it, when you first saw it, it was very refreshing to read.

This is something that is difficult for modern literati who have been accustomed to Mandarin and vernacular since childhood.

Everyone looked at Wang Qian to see how Wang Qian would answer.

However, Wang Qian did not speak!

He took the chalk, turned around and wrote three words on the blackboard again.

Jiang Chengzi!

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