"The bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening..."
Quatrains!
An eternal quatrain!
He Yi stopped writing.
After a long silence, He Yi sighed: "Little brother, I'm not as good as you."
He had written articles and poems all his life, but at this moment, he deeply felt the gap between himself and Chen Ming.
It was as if there were thousands of mountains and rivers between the two of them.
Chen Ming waved his hand hurriedly: "I got inspiration by chance."
Frankly speaking, He Yi has very strong literary attainments.
But behind Chen Ming is the entire prosperous Tang Dynasty!
No matter how strong a person is, he cannot compete with an era.
Strictly speaking, He Yi is not inferior to Chen Ming, but he is inferior to Li Bai.
Li Bai, the Immortal of Poetry, is not called the Immortal of Poetry for nothing!
Li Huabin also expressed some emotion: "The morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow, it is really beautiful and picturesque!"
Not sure about other continents.
But there is absolutely no second person in the Central Continent who can write such a poem.
Chen Ming is a unique existence.
To be honest, when Chen Ming thought of this poem, he still wanted to thank one person.
When he visited an art exhibition in Qiqi Beihar, Beizhou, he met a woman named Mu Chengxue.
Her name is very beautiful.
Chen Ming initially thought that the meaning of her parents' name was that the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow.
But when I thought about it later, this idea was not very realistic.
After all, the poem "The morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow" is a quatrain on earth and could not appear in China.
But the name Mu Chengxue reminded Chen Ming of the song "About to Enter the Wine".
For this reason, Chen Ming still wanted to thank the woman he had only met once.
He Yi did not write, still immersed in the artistic conception of the first two sentences.
Chen Ming did not read any further.
After He Yi had calmed down, Chen Ming was ready to continue reading.
Next, every time Chen Ming read a sentence, He Yi would stop and think for a long time.
A 176-word poem actually took more than an hour to write before I slowly finished it.
Looking at the ink words on the white paper, He Yi blew lightly, picked it up carefully, and looked at it.
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon."
"I am born with talent that will be useful, and I will come back again after a thousand gold coins have been scattered."
.......
"My son will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the sorrow of eternity with you."
"Wonderful!"
"It's really wonderful!!" "I have been studying literature for decades, but I never expected to see such a heroic and free-spirited poem before I retired."
"I am really ashamed of the literary world!"
He Yi is like a treasure, his eyes are full of treasure.
These two poems are the best gifts he has received in his life.
"I want to frame them and hang them in my study. I wonder if Brother Chen will agree?"
He Yi looked at Chen Ming expectantly.
As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
But at this moment, He Yi was really convinced!
Chen Ming's poetry attainments are better than anyone he knows.
In China, Chen Ming is definitely the number one poet.
The moment he finished writing the song "About to Enter the Wine", He Yi knew in his heart that Chen Ming was definitely not suspected of plagiarism.
Let me ask, besides Chen Ming, who else could write such a poem?
At least, no one He Yi knew had such a talent.
"Of course it's possible."
Chen Ming had no intention of hiding it.
Chen Ming was very happy to see Chinese poetry shine so brightly in China.
On the white paper, the black characters are covered with the fragrance of ink.
He Yi handed the brush to Chen Ming: "There is still one last step left, little brother, please nominate!"
He is just copying people.
Being a poet is Chen Ming.
Therefore, the last step to collect the scroll is to write your name on the paper.
However, He Yi cannot affix the main seal, but can only affix the secondary seal.
This is respect for the creator.
Chen Ming wanted to refuse, after all, his handwriting was not very beautiful.
If he were to nominate it, it might ruin the beauty of the entire copybook.
But at He Yi's insistence, Chen Ming carefully wrote his name in the lower right corner.
I have to say that Chen Ming is like a dog crawling when he writes other words, but when he writes his own name, it looks a bit like calligraphy.
After Chen Ming finished writing his name, He Yi took out his official seal and stamped it under Chen Ming's name.
At this point, this copybook is completed.
Original by Chen Ming, copied by He Yi.
Li Huabin looked at it with envy!
Among the people present, he was the only one who knew how valuable this copybook was.
He Yi likes calligraphy on weekdays, but rarely stamps it after copying.
With He Yi's status, every stamped copybook can be sold for a sky-high price.
Gradually, He Yi stopped stamping.
Firstly, he didn’t want his calligraphy to be defined by money. Secondly, there were so many people asking him for calligraphy that He Yi got tired of it and simply announced that he would no longer have his calligraphy stamped.
He Yi's font can be imitated, but his seal is very special and cannot be imitated by others.
In this way, He Yi won't worry about others using his name to deceive others.
It can be said that if this seal is stamped, it will be stamped with millions, or even tens of millions.
The copybook in front of me is not paper, but a mansion.
Li Huabin is a cultural person. He knows that he should not have this kind of mentality, but he can't help it. After all, with a luxury house in front of him, it is difficult not to think too much.
"Xiao Bin, take some time to frame it for me."
He Yi handed the copybook to Li Huabin.
Li Huabin suddenly looked nervous. If it was wrinkled or damaged, he would be guilty.
He Yi put the seal away and then looked at Chen Ming.
His eyes were full of relief.
He is already old, and China's literary world still needs to rely on these young people in the future.
"Come, sit down."
He Yi put his arm around Chen Ming's shoulders affectionately and sat down on the sofa.
Guo Dalei was dumbfounded!
He has always thought highly of Chen Ming, but today he still underestimated Chen Ming.
The song "About to Enter the Wine" just now made his scalp numb!
If you have such talent, why should you be in the entertainment industry?
When you join the Chinese Academy of Sciences, you start with a professional title of associate professor.
Even Chen Ming's name, like He Yi, will become a frequent guest in middle and high school Chinese textbooks.
This is a supreme honor!
All the new generation children will remember the name Chen Ming.
After coming back to his senses, Guo Dalei glanced at Chen Ming and sighed in his heart: God closed the window of appearance for Chen Ming, but opened up all the walls on all sides.
Does Chen Ming need this window?
It does not need!
His talent has attracted everyone.
He Yi is too enthusiastic.
Chen Ming was so enthusiastic that he felt a little guilty.
From He Yi’s attitude,
Chen Ming could feel that He Yi wanted to drag him into the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
But to be honest,
Chen Ming was not very interested.
He is only interested in singing and not very interested in poetry creation.
certainly,
If you are composing ancient style songs, then let’s talk about it separately.
The next second,
He Yi took Chen Ming's right hand and warmly invited him: "Little brother, please join our Chinese Academy."