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Qin Xue stamped her feet angrily.

Zhang Yuan, Qin Lao, and Lao Wu laughed loudly at the same time.

"Old Wu, it's the new year, do you want to compose a poem," Qin Lao said.

Old Wu said, "Do you think composing poetry is drinking water and eating? It's not that easy."

Elder Qin said: "Anyway, I have plenty of time today, so you can slowly brew it. Let's meet friends through literature and be arty for a while,"

Old Wu said, "Okay, then I'll brew it up."

"Speaking of poems, my idol's two poems are better, both of which have been included in the textbooks," Qin Xue said proudly.

Old Wu said: "It's really good. These two poems can be called masterpieces. This Zhang Yuan is extremely talented, an absolute genius,"

Qin Lao said: "Well, I have carefully studied Zhang Yuan's two poems. They are very artistic. Through simple scenery description, they rise to the philosophy of life. It is worth savoring slowly."

It could be seen that these three people spoke highly of Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan didn't feel anything, he had heard too many similar words.

He was thinking about how to tease Xiao Nizi.

It's fun.

"Xiao Zhang, why don't I see you talking, is it because we are talking about poetry that you are not interested," Elder Qin asked with concern.

Zhang Yuan shook his head slightly: "Not really."

Old Wu said: "Young people nowadays are seldom interested in ancient poetry, let alone composing poetry. This requires a lot of talent, and many people can't even write a [-]-character composition."

That's right, it's true.

"It's just that there are still a few people who insist," Zhang Yuan said.

"Yeah, it's just a hobby right now," said Mr. Qin.

"For example, Zhang Yuan, he is insisting," Qin Xue interjected.

"Huh? Yes,"

Suddenly, Old Wu said.

Mr. Qin immediately brought a pen and paper, and Mr. Wu took it and wrote it down sentence by sentence.

Then consider it word for word.

Zhang Yuan saw that Old Wu's handwriting was average.

As for poetry, huh, huh.

Zhang Yuan could only smile.

"Let me see," Elder Qin took it over and tasted it carefully.

"Well, the scene description above is not bad, and the battle is neat," Qin Lao said.

Overall, Lao Wu's level is still there.

"It's just showing your ugliness," Old Wu was very modest, but his expression still had confidence and pride that couldn't be concealed.

"Xiao Zhang, what do you think?" Elder Qin looked at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan looked at it and said, "It feels normal."

No one expected that Zhang Yuan would be so shameless.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense," Qin Xue quickly stopped.

This damn embarrassing scene.

"Could it be that you have better works?" Old Wu raised his eyebrows and said.

Zhang Yuan said, "There is a song."

"Oh?" Old Qin's eyes were clear, as if he had discovered a treasure.

"Then write it down and see," Old Wu said.

"I'm showing my ugliness,"

Zhang Yuan didn't shirk, he asked me to write as soon as I wrote, with a calmer mind.

With a pen in hand, the familiar feeling came again.

"The sound of firecrackers kills the year,"

"The spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu."

"Thousands of households celebrate the day,"

"Always replace the old talisman with the new peach."

Hard-tipped running script.

Beautiful calligraphy, wrote the most beautiful poems in the world.

In just four sentences, the Spring Festival is written.

The festival of thousands of lights is written beautifully and vividly.

The whole process is done in one go.

The poetry is beautiful, and the words are even more beautiful.

What is art, this is art.

"Good poetry, good poetry," Lao Wu praised.

It was like discovering a peerless treasure.

"Classic, every sentence is a classic,"

"This is the Spring Festival of the ancients, it is so modern."

"Xiao Zhang, you are simply a genius,"

Old Wu kept praising and praising Zhang Yuan.

Exhausted all vocabulary.

"You, Xiao Zhang, you are so talented, how did you do it? It's too terrifying," Elder Qin was shocked and unbelievable.

With his self-cultivation and concentration, he was so surprised that he could not sit still at this moment.

"This kind of talent can only be matched by Zhang Yuan," Qin Xue said.

"Oh, it's a pity you're not him," Qin Xue sighed again.

How could it be so easy to meet the big star Zhang Yuan?

"This calligraphy, this character, looks like it has been practiced, and it looks like a master," said Old Wu.

Looking at his own handwriting again, Old Wu instantly felt ashamed.

I have lived my whole life, and I have lived blindly, but I am not as good as a younger generation.

It's really scary.

"Well, the font is elegant and unrestrained, with the style of a calligrapher," Qin Lao commented.

Handwriting is a person's self-cultivation. Zhang Yuan's calligraphy is so good, his self-cultivation will not be too low.

For a while, everyone's attitude towards Zhang Yuan became more respectful.

"Hahaha, wonderful, really wonderful," Old Wu suddenly laughed.

"This year's party is so special, so happy," Elder Qin said with a smile.

The two seriously admired Zhang Yuan's works.

Zhang Yuan was very helpless.

I just wrote a random word, and it was so popular.

"I really just write and write casually," Zhang Yuan smiled wryly.

"Huh? No, how do I feel that this word is very similar to Zhang Yuan's?"

"I've seen it on Tiantianshang, it's so similar,"

Qin Xue frowned.

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Qin Xue's eyesight is still good.

It seems that she is also a loyal fan of Zhang Yuan.

However, Mr. Qin said: "This is normal. Calligraphy has been copied by future generations since ancient times when they were just learning. Look, this character is still three points like a calligraphy master."

Old Wu nodded in agreement with this opinion, and said: "That's right, calligraphy can only get rid of the shadow of the predecessors and go out of its own way only when it is mastered, but that is very difficult, hahaha, Xiao Zhang's current level is already very high. Not bad, there are a few young people who are as versatile as him, not many, "

Mr. 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 gradually dispelled, and she didn't always take it to heart.

Lao Wu and Lao Qin commented on Zhang Yuan's poem very seriously, applauding from time to time.

"You two old guys, why are you so happy,"

Suddenly, a voice came from the door.

I saw a white-haired old man walking in with a smile.

"Yo, it's an old horse,"

"Old man, you are here, we have been waiting for you for a long time,"

Everyone stood 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 is the first day of the Lunar New Year. Xiaoxue wishes you a New Year greeting. I wish you good health and success in the new year," Qin Xue said very obediently.

"Hahaha, Xiaoxue, I haven't seen you for a few days, you have grown taller and more beautiful," Lao Ma laughed.

In the huge living room, laughter rang out from time to time, and the servants immediately served tea and water.

As soon as he sat down, he saw Zhang Yuan.

"This is?" The old horse was a little curious.

Old Wu Gang wanted to introduce it, but Old Qin said first, "Look at this poem first."

Lao Ma took over Zhang Yuan's work and looked at it carefully. After a while, he was immediately surprised: "Good poetry, good poetry,"

"Old Wu, did you write this? Great,"

"It's so fitting,"

"Okay, you can do it, I haven't seen you for a few days, I'm good at it,"

Old Wu smiled and shook his head: "I didn't write this, please read this word carefully,"

At first glance, sure enough, these are not Lao Wu's words.

How can Lao Wu's handwriting be so beautiful.

"Who wrote it?" Ma asked curiously.

Old Qin smiled and said, "This is the little friend, Xiao Zhang, this old horse is also my friend."

"Hello, Uncle Ma," Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand respectfully.

As soon as the old horse shook hands, he was surprised and said: "Oh, not bad, the younger generation is awesome,"

"It's so rare to be able to write such a good poem at such a young age, a genius, a genius,"

"Old Qin, how did you know such a genius?"

Old Qin smiled wryly: "It's a long story, but this is actually a fate between us,"

Lao Ma admired Zhang Yuan's works very much.

The poem is beautiful and the words are beautiful.