MTL - Low Key Star-Chapter 17 (017)

  Chapter 17 [017] Chanting Bamboo

After a brief introduction to the author Song Qi, he began to explain poetry. Fu Quanyi asked questions first. Although there are a few students in the class who have good quality in ancient poetry, the purpose of the poetry class is to promote enlightenment, and it is not just for those one or two people. , so the question is not difficult.

  As soon as Fu Quanyi finished speaking, people raised their hands to recommend themselves one after another. Han Yongtai was the highest. He is the representative of the Chinese class, and he lost face after the morning class. Now he is eager to earn back the self-esteem lost in the quarrel in class.

   But from a publicity perspective, Wang Jinshu is undoubtedly the most conspicuous, because she is sitting in front of him.

He is young and a girl, so he should be given some preferential treatment, especially in front of an old man like Fu Quanyi. After scanning the classroom, he stopped in the direction of Wang Jinshu, then nodded and said, "Zhang Yang, come here!" Say it."

   Seeing the teacher looking at her, Wang Jinshu was about to stand up, but when she heard the old man's name, she couldn't help being startled, and then looked back.

Zhang Yang was more ignorant than her, but he still stood up under the attention of most of the classroom, pondered for a while, and replied: "I think that plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum are known as the Four Gentlemen, not so much about their own qualities, but rather about their quality. The literati and sages endowed them with different qualities because of their respective characteristics, which reflects the spiritual pursuit of the sages in ancient my country."

   This sentence surprised many people.

Other students rushed to answer. In fact, the answer is nothing more than what is the plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. If there is a bit of ink, then a few poems and examples, and Zhang Yang opened his mouth with new ideas, pointing out that it is the pursuit of human beings and endowing them. A fact of high quality.

  It's like a layer of window paper. It doesn't take much effort to pierce it, and it can even be said to be very simple, but whether it is really pierced is the difference between cloud and mud.

  Whether I saw it from other places or thought of it myself, there are new ideas outside of the teacher's teaching.

   As a result, when these words came out, not only the classmates were surprised, but even Fu Quanyi was a little surprised. There was some satisfaction and encouragement in his eyes, and he nodded slightly, signaling him to continue talking.

  Lin still couldn't help but look up at him.

   "Mei deceives the frost and is proud of the snow, proud and unyielding, the bamboo is vigorous, upright and tenacious, this is the character of a literati; the fragrance of the blue sky and the valley is elegant and clean, and the chrysanthemum Lingshuang is independent, indifferent and calm, this is the character of a literati."

   "This poem is written about bamboo. In fact, the first two sentences describe bamboo's outstanding, upright and unyielding character.

   Zhang Yang deliberately behaved in front of old man Fu so that he could return the phone to him, so his words were particularly sonorous and contagious.

  Fu Quanyi nodded repeatedly when he heard it, and after Zhang Yang finished speaking, he waved his hand to signal him to sit down, and seemed to be more energetic.

   "Zhang Yang said it very well. We all know that we can express our aspirations through things, but the Four Gentlemen are actually expressing our aspirations through things. This is the spiritual pursuit of all Chinese literati and sages for thousands of years."

The old man affirmed Zhang Yang's answer, but he didn't have many compliments, which made him somewhat disappointed, but he also knew Fu Quanyi's character, so he didn't expect him to say anything good, anyway, he didn't care, as long as he turned around and asked him for a mobile phone, he would be more straightforward. That's it.

   Seeing Lin still looking at himself, he habitually spread his hands on the table slightly, "Don't look at me like that, if it wasn't for the phone, I wouldn't have shown my talent easily."

  Lin still rolled his eyes coquettishly.

Wang Jinshu, who was sitting in front, was also turning her head, and just heard this sentence, thinking that he was mocking her love of showing off, and glared at him angrily, holding back her energy secretly, and decided that she must perform well later, and frustrate for a while. Defeat Zhang Yang's spirit, so that he will not be so defiant once he is in the limelight.

  Unfortunately, it was Fu Quanyi's time to perform. There was no question, and the little girl couldn't find a chance to perform, so she had to create her own opportunity.

Fu Quanyi didn't understand, and wondered for a while, but Wang Jinshu has always been obedient and well-behaved, with good grades, so I didn't blame her, but even if Wang Jinshu was right, she insisted on saying it again, just not following her words, As a result, he accidentally got stuck while looking for other words to express, and paused for two or three seconds. Zhang Yang kindly provided an alternative word, and Lao Fu took advantage of Zhang Yang's words to continue, making Wang Jinshu even more depressed.

   "Okay, in the next time, everyone will imitate this poem and write a poem of their own. There is no limit to the rhyme and rhyme, and you can have five unique and seven rhymes. I will take a look at it later."

After Fu Quanyi finished speaking the poems, he asked the students to practice their pens as usual, but paused for a while, and then said: "When you enter the third year of high school next year, there will be no poetry or calligraphy classes. This is the last class practice. Please try to be serious and don't always fool around. .”

  After he finished speaking, he took a cup of hot water, sat at the desk and looked at the students who were thinking hard, drinking a sip of tea from time to time, looking quite leisurely, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

  Wang Jinshu, who had been holding back for a long time, finally found a chance to express himself, biting a pencil and scratching his brains to choose words and sentences.

  Some of the others thought hard, some wrote a sentence or two and slowly corrected it, some took out rice paper brushes first, and some even used inkstone instead of ink, and took water from the water dispenser to grind the ink.

  In order to have more opportunities to connect with calligraphy, old man Fu asked that when the poems are handed in, they must be written with a brush.

Lin Yiran also took a notebook, held a pen, and wanted to write a few words for a while. Zhang Yang wanted to take a sneak peek, and saw that she had written "Leng Li Jie Qi" on the draft paper, and knew that she planned to use Xue Tao's words. poem.

   Famous masters in the past dynasties used a lot of ancient poems, as long as they are good, many of them are better and more famous than the original ones. Zhang Yang will not feel that Lin is still plagiarizing because of this. In fact, most of the students' works are based on ancient words.

   I just don’t know if she was inspired by what she said just now that bamboo is “vigorous, upright and tough”.

   Zhang Yang thought this way, but saw that Lin Yiran crossed out the phrase "vigorous and vigorous".

  Lin still frowned in thought, suddenly caught a glimpse of him staring at him, rolled his eyes, and whispered: "What are you looking at?"

   Zhang Yang curled his lips, spread out a piece of rice paper that had been cut, found out the brush, opened the ink, dipped it in thick ink, and started writing.

  Lin still saw that he did not make a draft, but just wrote directly, and stared at him with some surprise. Seeing him swinging his wrist, he wrote the word "Yong Bamboo" first, without stopping the pen, and then finished the twenty characters in one go.

   What Lin Yiran noticed immediately was his writing, without even reading the content.

   When Zhang Yang went to school in his previous life, he didn’t practice calligraphy. He was like a dog gnawing on a donkey, and he was a genius. After graduation, he wrote full-time. In order to be worthy of his status as a popular writer in the future, he specially practiced calligraphy.

I didn’t understand it at the beginning, and I was overwhelmed by various descriptions. Later, I realized that I had gone astray, so I calmed down and copied the ancient stickers honestly. Everyone in the past has dabbled in the inscriptions. After a long time, I gradually determined the direction. What came next was Wen Zhengming's running script and lower case.

In this world, his handwriting was not ugly at first, but it was just a student's neat handwriting, not to mention the attainment of calligraphy. Lin still had been at the same table with him for more than a year, and he was no stranger to his handwriting, so this When I saw the running script that Lin Wenzheng Ming Xingkai was quite popular, I immediately noticed the difference.

  Lin still stared at him for a while, and when he looked up at him, his expression was slightly puzzled.

  Practicing calligraphy is a long-term accumulation process, and it is difficult to achieve it overnight. However, this calligraphy was written by Zhang Yang with her own eyes.

Zhang Yang saw her doubts, and then realized that he was so careless that he didn't pay attention to the font problem at all, and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, but fortunately, there is no need to explain this matter, I just wrote it like this, this is what I wrote, what the **** ?

In the past, she would definitely have to give a little praise to this handwriting, but now the relationship between the two is still awkward, she raised her eyes slightly, and saw Zhang Yang looking at her, seeming to be interested, so she didn't make a sound, Pursing his lips, he concentrated on reading the poem.

  The bamboo heads are lowered under the snow, and they want to get muddy when lowered.

  From a red sun, it is still at the same level as the sky.

  Lin still loves poetry since he was a child. Although his writing level is the same as most of his classmates, it can only be called doggerel, but he still has some appreciation ability.

  The words and sentences in this song "Ode to Bamboo" are very common, but the most important thing about the poems is never the rhetoric, or even the rhythm.

  It's artistic conception.

These twenty short words, the words are ordinary, but they can be combined together, but they have already exaggerated the artistic conception of tenacity and unyielding, even in her mind, she can imagine the red sun rising in the east and the snowy bamboo standing proudly. picture.

   There may be a gap between this poem and the works of famous masters, but it is definitely a rare masterpiece among the student group. Even the works in the official issue of the National "Poetry" are hardly better than this one.

   That is to say, this poem is even eligible for the official issue of "Poetry"—if its author is not an unknown student.

  (end of this chapter)