"I'll paint!" Fu Rui said while Zhou An and Liu Xun were talking. After saying that, he greeted his Shutong. Shutong took a pen, ink, paper and ink, and asked Fu Rui to paint.
"I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to start too." Liu Xun said, "I'll write!" After that, he also called a Shutong. Shutong put it on the table with a pen, ink, paper and ink, and asked Liu Xun to write.
"I'm composing!" Zhou An decided to compose the music. He knew nothing about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he couldn't write poetry. He had very few poems in his head. If he used up, how could he go to the scientific examination? He still wanted the Confucian spirit.
After Zhou An finished speaking, he said, "I'll go back to get a pen and paper." Zhou Anke had no book boy, and he didn't expect that Douwen was like this, which was different from what he thought, so he had to go back to get a pen, ink, paper and ink, and write down the song.
"The poor man, there is not even a book boy, and he still comes to fight for literature." Fu Rui sneered when he saw Zhou An's embarrassing scene.
"Use mine, I asked Shutong to bring a few more copies of the pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Liu Xun greeted Shutong and asked him to give Zhou An a copy of the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Zhou An accepted Liu Xun's help, took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone given by Shutong, spread the paper, and began to grind the ink.
Zhou An looked at Furui and Liu Xun while grinding ink. Furui was painting an ink painting. Now he had painted a surging river, and now he was painting a small boat on the river.
Although Zhou An doesn't know how to draw, he can still see that he is doing well.
Looking at Liu Xun again, Liu Xun was writing the first place in the Analects of Confucius. Now he has written five characters: learning and practicing from time to time. The characters he wrote are very beautiful. They are not any calligraphy handwriting that Zhou An has seen in the present world. They are a bit like the colorful fonts in his previous life. However, the fonts he wrote are black, light black, medium black, and dark black. In addition, a beautiful brushwork, the writing is very beautiful.
Seeing the strength of the two, Zhou An gave up the song he had thought about before and decided to think carefully about what song he wrote. It must be nice, and it would be comparable to the loyalty he had written before, so that he could win.
Zhou An searched for suitable songs in his memory, and one by one appeared in his mind. Zhou An looked over one by one. When he saw the 34th song, Zhou An stopped, and this song was just this song.
Then Zhou An used a sequel to score music while writing lyrics word by word. This time Zhou An became much more skillful and wrote a little faster than before.
When Zhou An finished writing, he found that Liu Xun and Furui had finished writing, and put all the words he had drawn and written on the Master's desk.
Seeing this, Zhou An put his song on the Master's table.
"I have written (drawn) all my best. Now I will start commenting. For each person who comments, I will let everyone present watch his works." After the Master finished speaking, he picked up Fu Rui's ink painting and started reading.
When I saw it, my face was not slight, and I could not see my joy or anger. After reading it, I said, "This ink painting is well-constructed. The river water is surging, the boat is swaying in the wind, and the old man fishes on the boat. The pen and ink techniques are much more sophisticated than last time. They are very layered and feel very comfortable at first glance. It's a pity that there is still no artistic conception in the painting, and it is still among all paintings. I'll score 75 points."
After saying that, let the servants show this ink painting to these onlookers to see if they comment fairly. This is the practice of the Douwen venue, and every manager will do this.
After the students got the painting, they all started to look at it.
"I feel the drawing is very good, it looks quite beautiful. I even saw Fu Rui draw the mottled hull, the wrinkles on the old man's face, and the water lines in the river."
"It seems that the legend in the Douwen Hall is true. The Master is extremely strict. No matter how good the work is, he has never scored more than 90 points. It is very good that this painting can score 75 points."
"I have never heard of what the Master said about the artistic conception."
"Artistic conception refers to a state that can make people feel and understand, with infinite meaning but difficult to clearly express and grasp. It is the unity of form, expression and reason, and the coordination between reality and existence and non-existence, both arise from accidents and are contained in images."
"I didn't understand."
"I don't understand much, this is what the master of my school said."
While these students were discussing, the Master looked at Liu Xun's characters and said, "The characters are staggered, large and small, open and close, the lines are thick and thin, with obvious changes in thickness, ups and downs, and their own style. Chen Rong took the steep momentum, and his character shape was either leaning or straight, heavy or light, with the beauty of "coming like thunder and closing the anger". Unfortunately, the last stroke could not be stopped and made a small mistake. Otherwise, the character I wrote would be higher, and I would give you sixty-five points. If you can practice the last stroke well, I can give you seventy-five points."
After saying this, I asked the servants to show this letter to these onlookers.
"The strength penetrates the back of the paper and is very strong. This is a lot of strength to write. How can he use the force on the pen? Moreover, the words he wrote cannot pass through the paper and can be printed on the back of the paper. This skill is not achieved by ordinary people."
"I like the words he wrote, and he will definitely become a master of calligraphy in the future."
"I can't tell that I'm good at it, I just gave him sixty-five points. The score is too low and I just passed the exam."
"Compared with the words written by Liu Xun, I like him more. He is upright and enthusiastic about others, which makes people feel good."
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Students commented on Liu Xun's words in a row.
At this time, the Master picked up the song written by Zhou An and read it. At first, there was no expression, but later he showed a surprised expression on his face. When he saw the end, he had a shocked expression on his face.
This is the first time that students who often come to the Douwen Hall have seen the Master’s changing expression. In the past, the Master always kept silent and looked very cold.
Is Zhou An's writing so good? Why did the Master change such a big expression?
When Furui saw these expressions of Master, he had an unknown premonition.
After watching Zhou An's songs, the Master did not ask the servants to give the songs in his hands to other students. The songs are different from calligraphy and paintings. They are very popular, and even if they don't understand them, they can see some of them. The songs must have music scores to know how to sing them. Even those who are learning music must study for many years before they can learn the scores. Therefore, even if the Master gave the songs in his hands to the students around them, they could only read the lyrics, but they could not sing them if they wanted to sing them.
So the Master planned to sing it himself and let the students around him see if the songs written by Zhou An were good.
The master picked up the cup and took a sip of water, moistened his voice, and started singing:
I stand in the strong wind,
Worry,
All the heartache is gone,
Looking at the sky, clouds moving in all directions,
The sword in hand,
Ask who is the hero in the world?
I stand in the strong wind,
Worry,
All the heartache is gone,
Looking at the sky, clouds moving in all directions,
The sword in hand,
Ask who is the hero in the world?
There are many charming and reds in the world,
I love you only
Who is different when you are sad?
How many years of love have been ruined in a hurry,
You are the most important in my heart.
Joy and joy are shared by life and death,
You are engraved with tenderness,
I'm so passionate,
You are the most important in my heart.
My tears rush to the sky,
He will also be the leader in the next life.
Go back and the setting sun is thick.
A heroic and lingering song "Farewell My Concubine" was sung by the Master. All the students present were excited, as if they were in the song and became the overlords inside. They were talking with Yu Ji about a love that shared life and death and was never abandoned.
A hero like a king!
A beauty like Yu Ji!
There are no Ba Wang and Yu Ji in this world, so everyone thinks it is a hero and love with a peerless beauty.
Zhou An naturally thought of it. He had an idea to tell the love between Bawang and Yu Ji through storytelling. Zhou An knew their love very well. Even Zhou An saw several love movies of the two in his previous life.
All the students were deeply attracted by the song. Until the Master finished singing, they still kept savoring it and tasted the flavor.
Even Fu Rui, who was dissatisfied with Zhou An, was attracted by this song, and Liu Xun sang it softly. Because the farewell mystery was catchy, he remembered it after listening to it.