Rise of the Wasteland

Starting from Zhou Qingfeng grabbing a brush, the scene was quiet for a few seconds. These few seconds were just a flash, but everyone's mind flashed countless thoughts.

The students at the scene were wondering what poem Zhou Qingfeng was going to write, wondering how well his words were written? Most people do not report any expectations, after all, Zhou Qingfeng's identity is an actor. It's good that an actor can write his own name this year. What kind of calligraphy is required?

Needless to say Zhou Qingfeng's own thoughts, this will be a little annoying that he has practiced writing for Mao Wuhua Dimian Si, and the typeface of the first-hand dog crawling is indeed unsightly.

The old woman with the surname Long stood on the side, smiling on her face, but wandering all kinds of sarcasm in her heart. In her opinion, people in the Mainland have more passion and less precipitation, and their cultural heritage is far less than that of Hong Kong and Taiwan.

And which film critic in Hong Kong is also watching closely, Zhou Qingfeng criticized the Hong Kong director of "Anti-Japanese Divine Drama" before. A series of news hype has caused Hong Kong's reputation in the Mainland to plummet, and now mainlanders see Hong Kong as a ruined home.

And the Taiji master on the other side also looked at Zhou Qingfeng in a joke mentality. In his opinion, a little white face who can only spend fists and legs can actually become an international superstar, which is simply an insult to these professionals.

For just a few seconds, Zhou Qingfeng was breathing tightly. At this time, the fastest reaction was Lina Fox, Miss Fox knew the impulsive character and ability of Zhou Qingfeng, and at first glance, he knew that he was in trouble.

"Victor, can I learn to write Chinese characters with you?" Lina jumped to Zhou Qingfeng in a few steps, learning to grasp the brush with a curious smile, "I think it must be very interesting."

"Will you write a brush?" Zhou Qingfeng asked in a low voice.

"I have studied Chinese for a while, and I will write your poems. No matter how bad you write, it's always better than you are here." Lina blinked and replied in a low voice.

Yeah ... that's right!

Miss Fox is just like a heavenly book written as a ghost, and the Chinese will only smile with a goodwill and will never feel anything wrong. If you write well, you have to boast a few words.

While Lina came up, Katerina and the other three dead parties naturally followed. They all stood by Zhou Qingfeng and said loudly that they would learn the traditional calligraphy of planting flowers.

Well ..., the biggest embarrassment has disappeared!

But now the atmosphere is stronger, the star effect is showing up, everyone wants to see how the four foreigners write calligraphy. As for the writing, no one cares. Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that it was a very correct decision to bring four companions today, otherwise he would not come off stage.

After calming down, Zhou Qingfeng glanced back and looked at the old woman with a smile on her face. He thought to himself: Your mother-in-law's return to Jiang Gong? Hey you ghost! Just a sour literati, dare to pretend to have culture? Let you see what is really cultural.

After a few moments of groaning, Zhou Qingfeng said to Lina Lang: "Zhongshan has turned yellow and yellow."

Zhou Qingfeng has a strong physique, full of vitality, and the simple seven-character word becomes frustrated, clear and clear.

With a single recitation, everyone in the entire staircase hall filled a magnificent picture as if the mountains were standing in front of the eyes, the river was winding, the rain and the clouds were thick, and the tiger was dying. There is an invincible majestic momentum between heaven and earth.

Good poetry!

With only seven words, Mr. Ishikawa, a sinologist, was surprised and amazed. He hurried to Zhou Qingfeng and shouted with joy: "This sentence has the same momentum and great foresight, and should be praised. I like it very much!"

Zhou Qingfeng smiled slightly, thinking that today this level has finally passed. After asking what those words were, Lina wrote them down one by one. And the words she wrote were pretty good, at least better than Zhou Qingfeng's hand crawling dog.

And the seven words fell on rice paper, and even the old woman who just wanted to read a joke had to praise it: "It's really poetic, and this sentence is quite the essence of poetry. Zhongshan? This is Nanjing. The Republic of China Therefore, Fenghua is naturally unusual.

Nanjing is a city full of humanities and culture. The founding father's mausoleum is near Zhongshan. Jiang Gong also established the country in that year and has a long-term vision. This poem praises the view of Zhongshan, and a few words make people yearn for it. Good, good, good! "

The old woman boasted a few times, and things like ‘the old capital of the Republic of China’ were repeated many times in her mouth. Zhou Qingfeng was also very proud, thinking: This poem is certainly good, not worse than the Tang and Song poems.

The old woman seemed to be thinking about something, yearning for her face. She asked Zhou Qingfeng again, "Did you write this poem?"

Eh……?

Zhou Qingfeng's prideful face immediately collapsed. Mr. Ishikawa also asked, "Is there one sentence in this poem? Is it finished?"

Are you two funny? Come on purpose to shake me!

"Of course I didn't write this poem." Zhou Qingfeng said flatly.

The old woman immediately fell into deep thought, and said after a while: "I have read the poems of famous artists since the Tang and Song dynasties, but I have never seen this one. It is impossible to know such a good poem.

Mr. Ishikawa frowned, thinking after a long while, "Where did this poem come from?"

"Modern." Zhou Qingfeng continued to look cold.

"Modern!" Both the old woman and Ishikawa exclaimed, and they looked at the seven words written on the paper by Lina again. It is hard to imagine that a poet in modern times had written such heroic poems.

"Please finish this poem." Ishikawa bowed to Zhou Qingfeng, "I really want to read."

Well, Zhou Qingfeng felt that he was not encountering two teasers, but two frogs at the bottom of the well. They really don't know who wrote the poem?

Taking a deep breath again, Zhou Qingfeng read aloud the first sentence of the whole poem Zhongshan rose up and down, and a million male teachers crossed the river.

Alas, many people in the staircase could not help laughing, they were spraying!

It seems that the old woman and Ishikawa didn't know it. When they saw the second sentence, they were both stunned. How did the poem that clearly portrayed run out of the ‘million army’?

"Lin Sang, are you sure you're not mistaken?" Ishikawa watched Lina write the first sentence, and twisted her mind like a twist. The old woman's face changed, and she seemed to be expecting something but was not sure. In short, her expression was not natural.

Zhou Qingfeng said affirmatively: "Yes, that's a Qilu."

Don't laugh at this time!

Lena wrote, Catalina, butcher and Minsk followed. Zhou Qingfeng finished reading the whole poem in one breath.

"Zhongshan has turned yellow and yellow, and a million male teachers crossed the river.

The tiger's dragon dragon plate wins today ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The world is overturned and generous.

It is advisable to chase the poor to the left, and not to be known as an overlord.

If the sky is old and the sky is old, the right path on earth is vicissitudes. "

After reading a poem, thunderous applause sounded throughout the audience. The atmosphere of the entire staircase hall was directly detonated. Even Zhou Qingfeng read half of it, and more than a thousand people in the hall followed it.

The whole poem is magnificent and atmospheric, with an irresistible pride and strength. The spirit of not trusting ghosts and gods, or destiny, and changing their lives to change the world is shocking enough.

Zhou Qingfeng read the last, and he was so imposing. He grabbed a writing brush and finally wrote the name of the poem ‘The People ’s Liberation Army captured Nanjing’.

When the old woman saw Zhou Qingfeng writing Taizu's name at the bottom right of the poem, the whole person stayed as if he had been fixed, and the face seemed to be slapped dozens of times, red and red. purple. She never expected that the author of this poem turned out to be Jiang Gong's enemy!

This, this ..., why is this human feeling? Where is this face resting? 8)