Chapter five hundred and eighty second painting, calligraphy
The Traditional Culture Restoration Committee of the Republic of China.
The first "China Cup" Youth Calligraphy and Painting Competition.
Those children in their teens, even seven or eight years old, were splashing ink and writing or painting there without taking any medicine. These children and their parents did not know that the President of the Republic of China was also watching at this time.
On the table.
The children worked very hard.
Wang Hengyue stood up and glanced at a nearby table, suddenly feeling ashamed.
This child is probably only about six years old, but his calligraphy skills are already much better than mine.
A teenage boy on the right is painting a picture of Sui Han and Three Friends. The painting is decent. Although Wang Hengyue cannot tell whether it is good or bad, he knows his own weight. He will never be able to paint it by himself.
Zhao Xi never thought that the president who had just returned to China would have so many things waiting for him to deal with, but he would be the first to come to the competition site.
The president deliberately did not let Zhao Xi reveal his identity, and only brought a few personal guards in casual clothes. Wang Hengyue did not want to cause trouble in the city and disturb these children.
〖Chinese〗The traditional culture of China is not just calligraphy and painting, there are many more, but this is a good start.
We cannot allow Chinese children to hold pens, speak English, and talk about Picasso and Van Gogh, but cannot hold a brush. They cannot hold a brush.
I know how extensive and profound China’s culture is...
For Wang Hengyue, he could never write beautiful calligraphy, draw a decent picture, and did not know the rhythm of poetry. This was a regret that he could never make up for in his life.
But such regrets must not appear in the country he leads.
We need to let the children know that there are indeed many advanced things in foreign countries that are worth learning, and China also has a lot of pride that belongs to this nation!
A little girl who came with her brother and was waiting aside was bored. She quietly looked at Wang Hengyue, who had a serious face, and deftly tore out a portrait of Wang Hengyue with her own hands.
Then, she jumped towards Wang Hengyue.
A Le was about to stop him, but he stepped back under Wang Hengyue's stern gaze.
The child handed the paper-cut to Wang Hengyue: "Uncle, why don't you smile? My brother's painting is so good, I laughed. I give it to you to make you smile."
Wang Hengyue took the paper-cut, which looked so much like himself. The only difference was that the figure on the paper-cut was smiling.
Wang Hengyue smiled, opened his mouth and smiled at the child: "Thank you for the gift, what is your name?"
"My name is Axi, happy Xi, the name my mother gave me." the little girl said innocently.
"Who taught you this?" Wang Hengyue liked the little girl more and more the more he looked at her.
"Mom." Ah Xi pointed back.
Wang Hengyue looked in the direction of her finger, and saw a simple woman looking happily at her son who was painting.
Wang Hengyue asked smoothly: "Where is dad?"
"Dad is fighting in Russia." Ah Xi stared at a brass paperweight in front of Wang Hengyue and replied, "Mom said it's very cold in Russia, and I don't know how dad is doing."
"It's not cold in Russia now. It will be cold in two months." Wang Hengyue noticed Axi's gaze, picked up the paperweight and said, "Do you like it?"
"Yeah!" Ah Xi nodded quickly: "My brother also has one, but it's different from yours. It's made of stone. My brother always said that he would buy one like this when he gets rich in the future."
Wang Hengyue and Zhao Xi and others beside him laughed together. Wang Hengyue handed the brass paperweight to Ah Xi: "Send it to you."
As soon as the words "thank you" and "thank you" were spoken, Ah Xi seemed to remember something and waved her hands repeatedly: "Mom said, don't ask for other people's things, otherwise dad will be angry when he comes back. Although Liu Hua said so, his eyes
Staring unblinkingly at the square brass paperweight.
Zhao Xi smiled and took the paperweight from Hengshuai's hand, and stuffed it into Ah Xi's hand: "This is not a gift. You gave this uncle a paper-cut. My uncle liked it very much, so I exchanged it for you."
"Thank you, uncle, thank you, uncle." Ah Xi happily took the paperweight, jumped up and down to her mother, kept talking to her mother, and pointed towards Wang Hengyue.
She smiled and nodded to Wang Hengyue to express her gratitude. Of course she had no idea that the person who gave this paperweight to her son and daughter was actually the president of the Republic of China who said,
The results came out soon, and the person who won first place in painting was none other than Ah Xi’s brother, named Ding Qiang.
Zhao Xi bowed his hands to the people who looked like two brothers beside him: "Congratulations, congratulations, those who came out of the Dafeng Hall are indeed extraordinary!"
The two people also returned the greeting: "It's just a fluke. Mr. Xiang was so complimentary."
He spoke with a thick Sichuan accent.
"Who are these two?" Wang Hengyue was a little curious.
Sichuan point... Mr. Wang, let me introduce you." Zhao Xi pointed to the two brothers and said: They are both from Neijiang, Sichuan. This is the elder brother Zhang Shanzi, whose nickname is "Hu Chi" and is a disciple of Li Ruiqing. This is the younger brother Zhang.
Bad, Zi Ji is”
"Oh..." Wang Hengyue raised his hand and thought that the names Zhang Shanzi and Zhang Cha sounded familiar.
"The two brothers are incredible. They are the pride of Sichuan." Zhao Xi said enthusiastically: "Brother Hu Chi is good at landscapes, flowers, and animals, and is especially good at painting tigers. Brother Ji Chai's painting style is fresh and elegant, and both are incomparable.
They have a lot of talents. They opened a "Dafeng Hall" in Chengli, Ximen Road, Shanghai, to recruit disciples, preach and teach skills, and all the disciples were called "Dafeng Hall disciples"..."
Wang Hengyue suddenly remembered!
This Zhang Cha is not the Zhang Daqian who later became famous all over the world!
Now Zhang Daqian is still very young. Although he has a certain reputation, he is not particularly famous yet. In terms of painting style, he is still "learning from the ancients". After he "learns from nature" and "teaches the heart", what else can he do?
Wang Hengyue calmed down: "I have admired you for a long time, and today I finally meet you. If we accept more disciples, Dafeng Hall must accept more disciples. Nowadays, our young people like to study Western painting, but they have thrown aside Chinese painting. This is not good.
.There will be more openings like Dafeng Hall..."
The Zhang brothers then agreed. The man in front of them was very young, but he spoke as if he was an official.
How could they have imagined that the person standing in front of them was none other than the greatest official in China: the President of the Republic of China!
The first place winner in painting was Ding Qiang, and the first place winner in calligraphy was a local child from Nanjing named Fang Ruiqi. The two came to Zhao Xi together and accepted the prize.
Wang Hengyue whispered a few instructions to his secretary Chen Lifu. Chen Lifu nodded frequently, took out two red envelopes from his bag, and stuffed them into the hands of the two children respectively: "I am from the 'Presidential Education Fund'
Accountant, this time the foundation has prepared some small bonuses for the competition, two hundred yuan per person, hoping to help you continue to focus on your calligraphy and painting..."
Zhang Daqian whispered to Zhang Shanzi: "How can there be an accountant to distribute bonuses? I think this young man is the person in charge of the 'Presidential Education Fund', right?"
Zhang Shanzi also smiled and nodded...
Fang Ruiqi was a little at a loss. He didn't know what to do with the red envelope in his hand, but Ding Qiang bowed generously: "Thank you, sir. The student will definitely live up to your expectations."
His sister Ah Xi was also very happy, waving the brass paperweight in her hand and congratulating her brother constantly. Ding Qiang also waved his hand to his sister happily, his eyes fell on the brass paperweight in his sister's hand, and he looked very happy.
These two people are both disciples of "Dafeng Hall", Ding Qiang is a student of Zhang Daqian, and Fang Ruiqi is a student of Zhang Shanzi.
Seeing the appearance of the two of them, Zhang Shanzi sighed: "Although Ricky is more talented than Ding Qiang, he has a cowardly character and is too focused on the things in front of him. Occasionally, he will be at a loss when emergencies arise. On the other hand, Ding Qiang is not as talented as Ding Qiang.
Ricky, but he is generous and behaves appropriately. In my opinion, he will definitely surpass Ricky in his future achievements!"
Zhang Daqian also agreed and nodded repeatedly.
"That's not necessarily the case." Wang Hengyue suddenly retorted. When he saw the two children leaving, he continued: "In my opinion, although Fang Ruiqi is not good at socializing with others, he can focus on one thing, and he has
Talent is the best. Painting and calligraphy are all about concentration and talent. You don’t necessarily have to learn how to deal with people. On the other hand, Ding Qiang is good at dealing with people, but he lacks a little concentration. When he was just painting, he was
Looking around, a brass paperweight attracted all his attention. I'm afraid his future achievements in this area will not be as good as Fang Ruiqi's..."
"Oh?" The Zhang brothers were very curious, and Zhang Daqian asked: "Can Mr. Wang be so sure?"
"It's just a guess, don't take it seriously." Wang Hengyue said with a smile: "But no matter what, if our country can have more children like this, then the traditional culture will be inherited. I am not against those good things from the West, but I
There are always people who have to inherit the things of the country."
"Mr. Wang cares deeply about the inheritance of Chinese civilization. I admire him. I admire him."
Zhang Daqian said: "Speaking of which, I would like to talk about the president of our country. The president is a soldier. I originally thought he was a brave warrior. He only thought about how to expand the army. I didn't expect
, but he is so concerned about [Chinese] traditional culture. Rare, rare, really rare..."
Wang Hengyue and Zhao Xi couldn't help laughing after they said "rare" several times.
These two brothers never dreamed that the "arrogant warrior" they talked about was standing in front of them.
Wang Hengyue was also secretly laughing in his heart.
Paying attention to the development of traditional culture may not necessarily strengthen the country, but it can continuously pass on the spirit of a nation!!.