I’m Really a Superstar

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Backyard.

The atmosphere was ignited

The poem given by the young man in sunglasses surprised everyone so much

Zhang Ye sat back to drink tea. Only he knew that this work was certainly not an ordinary poem. It was the fourth of "Five Thoughts on Lisi". Yuan Zhen's work, especially the first line of the poem, was the most popular among Zhang Ye's poems. This famous saying that is a household name on the earth has been used in many artistic works, film and television works. Its value and influence can be seen. It is a very precious poem in the history of world poetry.

What if you still can't win?

Then Zhang Ye just hit him to death.

Master Zhou coughed loudly, signaled everyone to be quiet, and then said: "The first game is over. Well, let me announce that the winner is..."

Teacher Wang smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Zhou, you don't have to say anything, I am convinced that I lost."

Master Zhou smiled and nodded, "Xiao Wang, your calligraphy is also very good. It has more meaning than last year. If we have time, we can communicate."

Teacher Wang cheered up, "I happen to have a lot of questions to ask you."

Walking back to Master Wei's team, many people began to make fun of Teacher Wang.

"Old Wang, can you do it?"

"Haha, I lost to the juniors."

They are all good friends with him, so the teasing is just a joke.

Teacher Wang said helplessly: "There is no way. Young people nowadays are too powerful. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. You guys below should be careful."

An end.

A new one is coming.

Zhang Ye and Teacher Wang's calligraphy paintings were taken out to dry, and new rice paper was spread on the table.

Wu Zeqing sat over with a smile, "Xiao Zhang, you gave me another surprise. Didn't you say that your book level is not high? Who wrote the calligraphy just now?"

Zhang Ye said with sweat, "I just wrote blindly."

Wu Zeqing warned: "The following games will not be easy.

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Zhang Ye said: "It's okay. Fortunately, I lived up to my fate. I won one game first and then we'll talk about the rest later. Anyway, you're the one holding the battle." He even flattered me.

Look, my brother is getting smarter and smarter now.

Seeing Principal Wu talking and laughing with the young man, the dozens of calligraphers in Master Wei's team became serious. They all gave up their thoughts of underestimating the enemy and prepared to fight with all their strength. In fact, the level of these people was that they could create ancient poems and lyrics on the spot. There are not more than a dozen people, but there are seven or eight people. You can compose ancient poems by yourself according to the limited conditions given in the lottery questions. You don’t have to stick to the classics of the predecessors. However, it is risky to create your own poems. Once you get there, you must stay on topic and you can’t go off topic. , Secondly, if there is no inspiration, you will not be able to create good works. They have just seen this young man's ability. That poem was probably an accidental inspiration due to his extraordinary performance. It cannot be a normal state of his level, so these people are not afraid at all, and there are many of them. Ah, so many people can't compare to the other two? Isn't that a joke?

Master Zhou smiled and said: "Start the second game, let's draw lots."

This time it was Wu Zeqing who grabbed the note first - it was empty with no words on it, which probably meant that her lot had no title restrictions.

Master Wei also drew one - the back garden flower.

When Zhang Ye saw it, he thought to himself: Why is there such a lewd title?

Master Zhou said: "The second round, the topic is restricted to Back Garden Flowers, we can start."

"I'll do this one." Wu Zeqing smiled, picked up the brush, and started writing.

The people on Master Wei's side were a little slow to react, but an old comrade about fifty years old also came out quickly, "Leave this scene to me."

"Mr. Feng?"

"Are you going too?"

"You must be fine."

"Mr. Feng will definitely win the battle."

I don’t know why Mr. Feng was so anxious, so he quickly went up to write, even scratching the ink. But although he went there later than Wu Zeqing, he wrote very quickly, in cursive script.

Su Na knew that person, "Huh? Isn't Uncle Feng good at regular script?"

There was an understanding person next to her, "Yeah, but you'll know it just by looking at it."

Wu Zeqing was using regular script, so he was a step too late.

Only then did Zhang Ye realize that what the two of them wrote was exactly the same.

"Flowers in the Back Courtyard", also known as "Flowers in the Back Courtyard of Yushu", also known as the sound of the country's subjugation, is a palace-style poem. The process of the demise of the dynasty was also the process in which this poem became popular in the palace. There was also "Flowers in the Back Garden of Yushu" in Zhang Ye's world. The reviews were not good. It seemed that there were similar works in this world. Zhang Ye glanced at it and found that it was different from his "Flowers in the Back Garden of Yushu" on Earth. The wording was Different, but the meaning is similar, they are all about enjoyment and luxury

Suddenly, Mr. Feng smiled and started writing, "Sorry, Xiao Wu, I'll finish writing first."

Master Zhou glanced at Mr. Feng and said: "According to convention, our calligraphy competition cannot compare the same works. Old Feng finished it first, so Xiao Wu, your calligraphy cannot be used."

Hey

Playing dirty

Why didn't you say that Lao Wu wrote it first?

Zhang Ye was very angry. Is there still such a rule? No wonder Mr. Feng rushed over like a monkey in a hurry, and he also used cursive script, which is recognized as the fastest writing speed? This is a deliberate attempt to trick Wu Zeqing. The poem they wrote is not short. It already took three minutes. If Wu Zeqing had to rewrite other poems, it might be too late to write anything. Hey, I'll go. Your sister

Wu Zeqing looked at Mr. Feng and said with a smile: "Teacher Feng is not particular."

Mr. Feng laughed a few times and said, "There is no way. There is only such a song in history, "Flowers in the Back Garden". If you wrote it, I would not have to write it. I am not cheating you, Xiao Wu. Haha, this is the question." There is a problem. The direction of this lottery is too clear. It is clearly to see who can finish writing the fastest. If you write faster than me, I will give up. Your regular script is very popular, and my cursive handwriting is not as good as yours. Only with regular script can I compete with you." With a smile, Mr. Feng shook his work and said, "Should I recite it aloud? In fact, I can also sing it, but there is no string accompaniment, so I can't sing well." This It is a poem and a piece of music. It is very famous.

Still want to sing?

You have to fuck your ass

Zhang Ye put down the teacup heavily

Judge Master Zhou said: "There is still one and a half minutes left, Xiao Wu, do you still write?"

Su Na almost burst out of anger. Why is Uncle Feng like this? She decided to pretend not to know him when they meet in the future. It's too embarrassing for an artist. Look at how well-educated Principal Wu is. It's not like this. Not angry

Wu Zeqing put down the pen, "It's too late to write. For this scene, I can only..."

Just when he was about to admit defeat, Zhang Ye suddenly passed away. Without saying anything, he picked up the brush and started writing on the rice paper.

Wu Zeqing was startled, then stepped aside with a smile.

"Can I make a temporary substitution?" Mr. Feng asked.

Master Zhou said humbly: "It's a team competition, of course." He was also a little speechless and disrespectful of Lao Feng, thinking it was just a competition, so what?

Mr. Feng said happily: "Okay, I also want to see what other poems this young man can write about backyard flowers. I will also gain a lot of experience, hahaha."

Everyone doesn’t know what else Zhang Ye can write, and there is no time.

But the next moment, Mr. Feng’s slightly yellow big teeth couldn’t smile anymore.

It only took Zhang Ye half a minute to complete this poem. He also knew that regular script and running script might not be available in time, so he also used cursive script.

Of course not ordinary cursive writing

He used Wang Xizhi’s cursive script

The writing is average, and the imitation is not very good. After all, cursive writing is too difficult for Zhang Ye, but no matter how unsatisfactory it is, it is Wang Xizhi's "appearance" of cursive writing. It will always be a bit chic.

The font is so sloppy that it’s eye-catching

Not many people can recognize this calligraphy. Only those who have really studied cursive calligraphy can understand it.

Zhang Ye was also very good. He knew that many people could not understand all the words, so after he finished writing, he recited it himself: "The smoke cage is cold, the water is moon cage, the sand is caged, and the Qinhuai River is near the restaurant at night. The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation..." After reading this, Zhang Ye looked at Mr. Feng and smiled, "The flowers in the backyard are still singing across the river."

Suna burst out laughing.

Mr. Feng's face turned green, "Hey, why are you swearing?"

Countless people around me were stunned for a moment. Is there this poem? There is no such thing in history. Damn it, did you create this on the spot? There is only one minute left. Not only did you complete the creation, but you also integrated "Flowers in the Back Garden" into the poem. You took the opportunity to curse. Mr. Feng just finished writing "Flowers in the Back Garden" and sang it with great enthusiasm. Did you immediately respond to the previous sentence? What is a businesswoman? The singing girls, the singing girls don’t know what the hatred of the country’s subjugation is, but they are still singing "The Flowers in the Backyard of the Yushu" across the river?

What a poisonous mouth

Cursing people with calligraphy? What kind of skills do you have?

Master Zhou and Wu Zeqing were also amused. This poem is so interesting, and from a literary point of view, this poem is also the best among the best. It has a profound artistic conception and a strong sense of irony.

Master Wei: "..."

Master Wei turned around and asked, "Who knows this young man?"

Everyone shook their heads, "I don't know, I've never seen it before."

A calligrapher marveled, "Where did this man come from? Neither Lao Wang nor Lao Feng are opponents? No, the winner hasn't been decided yet. Let's see what Master Zhou says."

Everyone is waiting for Master Zhou to judge.

Master Zhou smiled and said, "Why are you looking at me?"

A young man said: "I'm waiting for you to be a judge."

Master Zhou didn't hesitate at all, and said: "Does this still need to be evaluated? In terms of cursive writing skills, the two of them are about the same, and they both have some problems. Lao Feng and this young man should not be very good at cursive writing, so this is not the case. I mentioned it, haha, but in terms of calligraphy content, Xiao Wu’s young man is obviously better, no, not even better, he has won by a level, and the winner is naturally clear."

Mr. Feng said it sincerely, and he had nothing to be dissatisfied with. Instead, he looked at the young man in sunglasses with admiration and gave a thumbs up, "The young man is a formidable person."

Zhang Ye said politely: "I accept."

Won another game, Wu Zeqing won two games in a row.

At first, they thought that there were only two people on Wu Zeqing's side and they would definitely lose miserably. However, everyone was surprised. Cheng Yaojin came out halfway. This young man in sunglasses who had no idea of ​​his origin actually won consecutively. Without the two calligraphers, Teacher Wang and Mr. Feng, Wu Zeqing has no chance to take action.