Zhong Yusu looked at the man in green shirt in disbelief, as if he had wonderful poems coming out of his mouth at any time, and every sentence was so shocking.
There are four paragraphs and two sentences in the whole poem. There is no sadness in autumn at all. Instead, there is a vibrant style everywhere, which is in sharp contrast with the fallen flowers and willows in Zhong Yusu's mouth.
Is this intentional? Unintentional? Or is it a kind of thoughtful comfort?
Zhong Yusu pondered for a moment, and the originally compact brows, like spring snow in the sun, disappeared instantly: "Young Master is very talented. In just a moment, you can light up the lonely autumn colors in front of you. I admire you."
This poem was copied by Meng Xinghe. It's just that others didn't know it. Not wanting to hurt his conscience, Meng Xinghe confessed the crime he had committed, "Uh! Miss Yu Su overestimated me. I actually copied this poem."
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"That Mr. Yunyou taught you again?" Zhong Yusu stared at the interrogation, a little bit unconvinced by Meng Xinghe's words. She knew that once Meng Xinghe said something good, he would blame it on Mr. Yunyou, so she didn't know whether he wanted to hide it.
of talent and learning.
"No!" Meng Xinghe said firmly, which made Zhong Yusu a little confused. Could it be that Meng Xinghe's master was more than one Mr. Yunyou?
Meng Xinghe felt that it was meaningless to ask questions between the two of them. With pure thoughts, Meng Xinghe felt that inviting a woman to travel with him was a normal thing, so he said like a gentleman: "Miss Yu Su,
Are you interested in accompanying me to visit this Liudi?"
Zhong Yusu had this intention, but because she was a woman, it was difficult for her to speak up. Seeing Meng Xinghe's sincere invitation, Zhong Yusu did not refuse, and thankfully said, "Thank you very much, sir, for your kindness."
Along the long willow embankment, the two of them remained silent, which seemed a little awkward. The sound of insects coming from the grass on the roadside broke the tranquility of early autumn. On the winding embankment, a few talented and beautiful couples sat.
Reciting poems and writing poems on the stone bench by the lake, Meng Xinghe felt as if he had entered a holy place for lovers to date. The two of them gradually moved away from each other, fearing that they would be misunderstood accidentally.
"Miss Zhong~~"
"Mr. Meng~~"
They almost said it in unison, as if the atmosphere was not right, they fell silent again. Zhong Yusu was already married, but Meng Xinghe was unmarried. The two of them walked together without any reason, although they did not do anything excessive.
But I am still afraid of other people’s gossip.
Seeing a lot of people gathered in the distance and the discussion was lively, Meng Xinghe said to himself: "I wonder what happened in front. Is Miss Yusu interested in going to have a look?"
"Yes~~" Zhong Yusu nodded in agreement and already followed Meng Xinghe and walked over. Rather than walking down awkwardly, it would be better to go to a place with many people to avoid attracting attention.
As we walked forward, we saw many scholars gathered together on the embankment in front of us to watch a vigorous old man painting by the lake. It was almost coming to an end. Meng Xinghe stepped forward and mingled with the pile of scholars as a spectator.
By.
The old man concentrated his attention, and the brush in his hand snaked down, and he saw a picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with vast smoke and red sun appearing vividly on the paper.
Throughout this painting, the painting style is simple and natural, without any artificiality. Meng Xinghe can barely be called a half-painter, and he can no longer find any fault with this painting. This painting is calm and natural, without losing the atmosphere.
With a few simple strokes, the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in front of you can be described as if they were alive.
After the old man finished the painting, he seemed to still have something to say, and wrote seven words on the map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers: "The wind sends the fragrance of flowers all over the ground."
This old man was still playing palindrome, which was really interesting. Meng Xinghe took a closer look and knew the secret immediately. Zhong Yusu frowned close to him and said softly: "Mr. Meng, are these seven words the same as one?"
A poem?”
"No~! This is a couplet." Meng Xinghe answered readily, immediately attracting surprised looks from the scholars around him.
These scholars are all people who are familiar with music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and are experts in reading and commenting on paintings. This picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers is calm and calm, with a hint of escapism. Not only is the brushwork exquisite, but the artistic conception of the painting is already amazing.
People admire him endlessly. If he can have such artistic conception of calligraphy, the old man must be a famous artist, but I don’t know who he is.
Now that Meng Xinghe is brazen enough to speculate on the poems on paintings by famous artists, he will inevitably be discriminated against. "Brother, this is clearly a poem, so how can it be a couplet? If you don't know, please don't brag about it here and spoil everyone.
Interested." It's rare to see a novice talking nonsense here, so of course the students will not miss the opportunity to show off.
My day! Meng Xinghe stopped talking. Superficial people naturally cannot see the mystery behind it.
After the old man finished writing seven words, he threw the langhao pen in his hand into the lake in front of him, with a smile on his face. He seemed to have known that there were people watching around him, and when he turned around to see so many students, he didn't
Without the slightest surprise, he smiled and said: "You talented scholars, as the young master just said, these seven characters are a couplet. If anyone can correctly identify the second couplet, I will forward this new painting of Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains to him.
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After hearing this, everyone was shocked. This map of mountains and rivers is a rare masterpiece in modern times, and it is expensive. This old man must be a contemporary famous artist, but he has not yet left his seal on the map. I don’t know who this person is.
Who. What surprised everyone even more was that the novice Meng Xinghe guessed correctly that the poem on the painting was actually a couplet, which made people even more puzzled.
The students' previously arrogant arrogance was suddenly extinguished. They stood there like a dull gourd, carefully reading the first couplet of the old man, but they were at a loss to think of the second couplet. Seeing a top-notch calligraphy and painting placed in front of them but unable to get it,
All the students couldn't help but sigh, blaming themselves for their lack of knowledge and inability to see what the mystery was.
When Zhong Yusu heard that the old man said this was a couplet, she happily praised: "Young Master is really talented, do you already have a good answer in your heart?" Zhong Yusu had great hopes for Meng Xinghe, knowing that the man in front of him seemed to have difficulty in everything.
Just like him, I was eager in my heart to hope that he could spell out the second couplet, so as to explain the contemptuous tone of the students just now.
Meng Xinghe looked at the old man. Although he didn't know who he was, judging from his fairy-like appearance, he was probably just another great Confucian. Meng Xinghe admired him greatly for being able to paint such a lifelike masterpiece.
Looking at Zhong Yusu's face, he said humbly: "Sir, you are an expert, so you don't say anything. If we ordinary people want to figure out the true meaning, wouldn't we confuse right and wrong and ruin a good picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers?"
When being humble, a little bit of flattery can be added to it. Meng Xinghe's sharp mouth is really worthy of it. After hearing Meng Xinghe's answer, the old man directly took the map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and said: "Brother, Gao Ming
, I will give you this picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers as a gift."
"Sir, you are very smart. I am just making random guesses." Holding back the puzzled looks of the students around him, Meng Xinghe said modestly. In fact, he had already answered the second line of what he just said. It is not enough for others to not understand the mystery.
Strange.
Where did they go from being modest to being modest, leaving the onlookers around confused. What is the answer to this couplet? The students were very curious, and of course jealous, because Meng Xinghe, a novice, didn't even say the answer.
What can I get for free paintings?
"Haha!!" The old man smiled heartily. Seeing that Meng Xinghe was a frank gentleman, he took back the painting in his hand, took out a new brush, and said casually: "I have painted countless paintings, and I have never left any seals. Today,
Let’s make an exception and save one for my little brother!”
But I saw the old man picking up the brush and walking and stopping on the map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. Several signatures that looked like flying dragons appeared on the paper, which was quite expressive.
After finishing writing, the old man said calmly: "Brother, you have to take good care of it. Maybe you can exchange it for a few taels of silver in the future."
I love hearing this sentence. I never thought that this old man would be so generous and allow Meng Xinghe to sell his calligraphy treasures in the future. You know, ancient people cherished their calligraphy treasures very much.
Meng Xinghe did not shirk, and respectfully took the map of mountains and rivers handed over by the old man. He couldn't see anything special about the signature on it, it was just more personal. Unexpectedly, Zhong Yusu, who was standing next to him, immediately became confused when he saw the signature on it.
Rong lost color and screamed: "Paint...paint...paint, dragon, life?"