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

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

They understand that the inspiration comes in a flash. If it is affected by the outside world, it is likely that the inspiration will dissipate and will never be found again.

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 might have been exhausted, it would be difficult for him to ask him to write another poem at this time.

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

Besides, this kind of watching is interesting. I know it's impossible, but I still do it. So what's the ending?

Although the pen in Zhang Yuan's hand was unfamiliar, Zhang Yuan didn't think it was strange. As soon as he held the pen in his right hand, he felt a sense of familiarity and confidence.

This is a good habit developed by practicing calligraphy for many years.

Fingers have formed muscle memory, this strength, it can be said that the system 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 inspiration if it was too late.

"The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea,"

"The bright moon on the sea rises with the tide."

"Twinkling and twinkling follow the waves for thousands of miles,"

"Where is the spring river without moonlight?"

"The river flows round Fangdian,"

"The moon shines on the flowers and forests like hail."

Zhang Yuan took notes while composing poems.

Although you can do both at the same time, you can do both.

The others were very curious and couldn't help moving closer to Zhang Yuan. Seeing this, everyone was completely shocked.

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

Chapter 170 The Master's Work

There are very few boys with good handwriting, especially Zhang Yuan, who is handsome and good-looking, there are very few of them, like treasures, rare in the world.

On paper, these lines of poetry are so beautiful.

Seven character poems.

A format of classical poetry has very high requirements for creators. Those who can write this kind of poems are all talented, and Zhang Yuan can write beautiful chapters in just one thought. Extraordinary.

The poem is well written, and the words are well written, perfect.

He is not only a master of poetry, but also a talented calligrapher.

Zhang Yuan's good handwriting shocked everyone.

"Good writing, good writing," Mr. Chen admired.

He has seen a lot of good characters, but it is still rare to see characters with such aura as Zhang Yuan. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan is not only good at writing poems, but also good at calligraphy.

"Hard-tipped running script, such beautiful calligraphy," Ms. Meng was taken aback, her eyes glowing with excitement.

As if seeing a rare treasure, she slowly appreciates each word of Zhang Yuan, just like a master's work, she needs to appreciate it calmly, so as to know the charm of it.

"Hahaha, Zhang Yuan, you can do it, I didn't expect you to have such a hand, this word is so well written," Cheng Dao didn't expect at all, Zhang Yuan still hid this hand, this guy is really deep Can't hide it.

"Everyone is overwhelmed, it's just showing your ugliness," Zhang Yuan continued to write his poems very modestly.

Once the inspiration came, he couldn't stop it. At this moment, his thoughts were springing up, and he wanted to write all his talents on paper.

This feeling is so cool!

"Jiang Tianyishi has no traces of dust,"

"A solitary moon in the bright sky."

"Who on the riverside saw the moon for the first time?"

"When did Jiangyue shine on people at the beginning of the year?"

"Life is infinite from generation to generation,"

"Jiang Yue looks similar every year."

"I don't know who Jiang Yue treats,"

"But see the Yangtze River sending water."

Zhang Yuan wrote quickly, his wrists danced, and he flipped flexibly. Every word was elegant and agile, flying free and easy, just like a magic pen.

This line of poetry has neat rhymes, rigorous format, and rich philosophy. It is catchy to read, which is amazing.

Zhang Yuan at this moment is like an ancient genius. Seventy percent of the talent in the world is concentrated on him, and eight percent of the spiritual energy in the world is given to him. His poems and characters seem to be not owned by the world.

Everyone was fascinated by watching it, and became crazy.

This kind of talent is absolutely unmatched.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan is full of charm, and I believe many girls will be fascinated by it.

After all, gifted scholars and beautiful ladies, this is a love story that has existed since ancient times.

"Which family is boating tonight?"

"Where is Acacia Mingyue Building?"

"Poor upstairs moon wandering,"

"It should be taken away from the makeup mirror."

"The Yudo curtain can't be rolled away,"

"Pound the clothes on the anvil and return it with a brush."

"At this time we see each other but don't hear each other,"

"May the moonlight shine on you."

Zhang Yuan has completely entered the state of selflessness, and the whole poem is written in one go, with one stroke. He has a country in his chest, and his pen and ink are flying, commenting on the affairs of the world with his fingers.

Tell the story of life with a splash of ink.

Mr. Chen was stunned. He never expected that this was a long poem, and every sentence was perfect, no matter the format, artistic conception, or wording, it was at the level of a master.

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't dare to disturb Zhang Yuan.

"The river is flowing and the spring is going to the end,"

"The falling moon in the Jiangtan is slanting westward."

"The slanting moon sinks and hides the sea fog,"

"Xiaoxiang Unlimited Road in Jieshi."

"I don't know how many people will return by the moon,"

"The falling moon shakes the trees in the river."

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finished.

Zhang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and put the pen on the table.

The three people at the scene looked at the poem and dared not speak out for a long time.

After a long time, there was a slow exclamation.

"Oh, young people are awesome, haha, it seems that I am really old," Old Chen said with a wry smile.

"It's so beautiful. This poem is a classic. With this word, it can be framed and put up for auction," Ms. Meng said.

"I can assure you that Zhang Yuan's work will fetch a sky-high price," Cheng Dao said.

The three of them are people who have seen the world, and at the moment they highly admire Zhang Yuan's works, and they are full of admiration.

"Everyone is joking. I just write and write casually. It's Chinese New Year. Let's have fun and have fun," Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

Even if the auction price is sky-high, he does not lack that money.

Moreover, this work is for him to express his emotions, it is something for self-cultivation, not for showing off.

"Zhang Yuan's poem mainly focuses on the moon and takes the river as the scene. It depicts a blurred and distant picture of the moonlit night on the spring river with clear and beautiful brushwork,"

Old Chen couldn't help but analyze it.

And his analysis is very correct, as expected of everyone.

The conservation of ancient culture is very profound.

Ms. Meng said: "Using the scenery to set off the artistic conception, the artistic conception is lofty and philosophical,"

Mr. Chen nodded: "Yes, a good work must have profound connotations. No matter what era it is in, it can arouse people's thinking. Zhang Yuan has done this."

Zhang Yuan's genius lies in the fact that there are 36 lines in the whole poem, and the rhyme is changed every four lines.

This neat format makes the whole poem look very rigorous.

"The artistic conception is bright, the imagination is peculiar, the language is clear and meaningful, the rhythm is melodious and melodious, good poetry, good poetry, hahaha," Chen Lao laughed heartily.

"Zhang Yuan, it's amazing, you are the only one who is called a genius," Old Chen said with a smile.

"Mr. Chen is too much," Zhang Yuan said flatly.

"I just didn't expect that your calligraphy is so good," Ms. Meng said.

She was very shocked, because Zhang Yuan's calligraphy level was not below hers, even above hers.

Alas, just now she thought that Zhang Yuan didn't know calligraphy, so she showed off in front of Zhang Yuan, now that she thinks about it, it's really funny.

"Ms. Meng won the prize, I just write casually, I'm just an amateur," Zhang Yuan said.

"Even a layman like me thinks your handwriting is good, Zhang Yuan, your cursive handwriting is really good," Cheng Dao said.

Ms. Meng said, "Zhang Yuan, are you interested in joining the Calligraphy Association?"

Mr. Chen followed up and said, "Zhang Yuan, you can think about it. With your level, it's no problem at all."

Everyone looked at Zhang Yuan, but Zhang Yuan shook his head.

"Sorry, calligraphy is just my hobby, not my main business,"

Director Cheng laughed loudly: "Yes, you are a singer,"

Mr. Chen was a little disappointed: "Well, alas, but I am really happy today. Come on, waiter, take care of me with pen and ink,"

Ms. Meng saw Mr. Chen's interest, and said: "It seems that Mr. Chen is very happy today, Zhang Yuan, Mr. Chen's brush calligraphy is unique, second to none in the country, we are lucky."

Cheng Dao also felt lucky, and immediately helped prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Masterpieces, not everyone can see it, and those who can see it are all lucky.

Zhang Yuan didn't take it seriously, and said, "Since Mr. Chen is willing to show his skills, then I'll wait and see."

Old Chen smiled and said, "Zhang Yuan, look at my handwriting later, how is it written? You have to give a fair evaluation."

Chapter 171

Director Cheng was shocked. He didn't expect Mr. Chen to ask Zhang Yuan to comment on his calligraphy. He is a master of calligraphy, which also shows that Zhang Yuan's calligraphy level is really high.

It's just that what Zhang Yuan was good at just now was hard-tipped calligraphy and brush calligraphy, so he might not be proficient in it.

Although they are both calligraphy, they are also two different subdivisions.

"Zhang Yuan, have you studied calligraphy?" Cheng Dao asked.

Meng Hong said: "It's all calligraphy. Even if he is not proficient, Zhang Yuan must have his own opinions, right, Mr. Chen,"

Old Chen nodded: "Yes, Zhang Yuan, your hard-tipped pen calligraphy can even be said to have surpassed Meng Hong's. Just now you showed your talent, so now, I will show you my calligraphy as well, so that we can communicate with each other,"

Zhang Yuan said, "Mr. Chen please,"