Chapter 909: Divine Turn (2)
I have a sword, and I will test my edge with you today.
Wang Yaozu stood up confidently from his seat, raised his hands to everyone, glanced at Zhu Ping'an, and then walked toward the screen in the center of the banquet with great ambition and ambition.
At noon in summer, the sun is like fire, penetrating all around.
The sun squeezed in through the small holes in the bamboo woven pergola and mat, and shone on Wang Yaozu who was walking slowly. After being filtered through the small holes, the sunlight came in and turned into wisps of shining golden threads, shining on Wang Yaozu as dazzlingly as if the lights of a modern stage were focused.
A protagonist's attitude.
Everyone’s eyes also followed Wang Yaozu’s footsteps.
The right time, right place and right people.
Wang Yaozu felt that God was perfecting him today, so he became more confident and ambitious.
This kind of opportunity is a gift from God. If you don’t take it, you will go against God.
Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Yaozu came to the screen, then looked thoughtful and paced gently in front of the screen.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
When he reached the seventh step, Wang Yaozu suddenly stopped. His eyes suddenly became bright and bright, as bright as the sun. He stretched out his right hand gracefully and took out the brush placed aside. He hooked it with three fingers and double hooks. Pick up the brush.
At the same time, Wang Yaozu directly held up the inkstone with his left hand. He dipped the brush in his right hand skillfully into the ink, then pointed the brush at the screen. He started writing heartily without any interruption.
After the brush fell, it did not stop. There were inkstones on the left and right, and the ink was dipped smoothly.
One hand keeps writing and the other hand holds an inkstone.
The movements are elegant and skillful.
For a moment, the brush seemed to perform a graceful dance in Wang Yaozu's hands, flowing continuously and enjoying the silky smoothness.
Speaking of which, Wang Yaozu is also a person who is very good at seizing and creating opportunities. Although the poem he wrote has been conceived in his mind for several years, he still deliberately looked hasty today. He deduce the feeling of being chased to the shelves, and then deliberately imitated Cao Zhi and wrote a poem in seven steps.
While writing, Wang Yaozu's clothes were fluttering, his movements were elegant yet elegant, and elegant yet elegant.
At this moment, Wang Yaozu seemed not to be writing poetry alone. He had inherited the glorious tradition of five thousand years in China. Cao Zijian, Wang Xizhi, Su Dongpo, Li Bai, and Du Fu were possessed by their souls at this moment!
At this moment he is not writing poetry alone, not alone!
"咝"
"A poem in seven steps? Mr. Wang is a great talent."
"In ancient times, there was Cao Zijian, and now there is Wang Yaozu. A poem in seven steps, how lucky it is. .”
"Master Wang's calligraphy has come to the fore. Watching Master Wang write is like watching dance and music. It is so pleasing to the eye. Without decades of accumulated skills, it is impossible to reach this level."
In Wang Yaozu's "Seven Steps" When I was writing the poem, everyone commented and praised it endlessly.
Hearing the praise from everyone in his ears, Wang Yaozu felt excited. Haha, he also had an idea and imitated Cao Zijian to write a seven-step poem. Unexpectedly, the effect was even better than imagined. Haha, I What a genius.
Wang Yaozu was so excited that the brush in his hand also jumped, and he almost made a wrong gesture, but fortunately, Wang Yaozu took it back in time, only one horizontal stroke was a little longer, and he saved it in time. , does not affect the viewing.
Calm down, I want to be calm.
Wang Yaozu took a deep breath, continued to write like flying, and splashed the remaining half of the poem on the screen.
Soon
Wang Yaozu stopped his brush and put it on the table. He turned around and cupped his hands in front of everyone. He said with a proud face but pretended to be humble: "A song It's a humble work, it's ugly, I can think of it as a way to attract jade."
Then, return to your seat.
"Ode to Bamboo Chops"
If you show diligence to the bamboo chopsticks, you will taste the sweet and bitter first.
If you enjoy others well, you will be busy coming and going in no time.
On the screen, Wang Yaozu's poem "Ode to Bamboo Chops" is vividly displayed on the screen.
“Good poems use objects as metaphors for people. Mr. Wang’s poem “Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks” vividly expresses the spirit of selfless dedication of chopsticks.”
Wang Yaozu’s friends are very supportive. A high five.
"Great kindness! It seems like a simple pair of bamboo chopsticks, but it contains a lot of selfless dedication. Mr. Wang used chopsticks as a metaphor for people, which is very profound. This poem is easy to understand, but it has profound meaning."
"Well, not bad, not bad."
"What a rare and good poem."
After the officials present tasted this poem, they gave an opinion on Wang Yaozu's poem. Good reviews.
Listening to the praises of the crowd, Wang Yaozu returned to his seat, like a general returning to court after a victory. He glanced at Zhu Ping'an with a proud and proud look, and then discovered that Zhu Ping'an looked intoxicated and satisfied while eating there, and didn't notice himself at all. His expression was really wasted.
Wine bag and rice bag!
Wang Yaozu deeply despised Zhu Pingan.
"Master Wang, the poem is well written."
Wang Yaozu just finished despising Zhu Pingan, and when he turned around, he heard Zhu Pingan's praise.
Turn around.
Wang Yaozu saw that Zhu Pingan stretched out his right hand and gave himself a thumbs up while chewing.
"Ahem, Mr. Zhu has given me the award. I think Mr. Zhu's masterpiece must be better..."
Before Wang Yaozu finished speaking, he saw Zhu Pingan lowered his head again and took a mouthful. Dish, put it in your mouth, While chewing, he said, "This golden and jade dumpling is indeed a delicacy from the Southeast that even Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, who was extravagant and extravagant and ate delicious food all over the world, praised it. The taste is so addictive that Mr. Wang also wants to try it."
Jin Yuyu Damn!
A famous southeastern dish that has been famous in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It uses dried seabass and clams as raw materials. After soaking in clean water, it is marinated in honey sauce, wrapped in cloth to drain the water, and sliced thinly. Fillet of fish, garnished with cut fragrant flower leaves, garnished with fragrant flower spikes, and seasoned with fine wisps of golden orange. The tender white jade-like sea bass fillet, the verdant and fragrant flowers and leaves, and the eye-catching purple-red fragrant flower spikes make the whole dish as bright and eye-catching as gold and jade. Even Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, who was arrogant and extravagant and ate all kinds of delicacies from all over the world, couldn't help but admire the golden dumplings and jade dumplings presented by Suzhou when he visited Jiangdu: "The golden dumplings and jade dumplings are the best delicacies in the Southeast!"
It melts in your mouth, has a full color and taste, and is a hundred times more delicious than modern sashimi.
After Zhu Pingan tasted it, he couldn't stop using his chopsticks.
"No, Mr. Zhu, please eat slowly."
Wang Yaozu shook his head, said coldly, turned his head, and stopped talking to Zhu Pingan. I feel very contempt in my heart, you are a loser, you think everyone is like you, just eat, eat, eat!
Eat it!
The more useless you are, the more glorious I will be.
I often hear people say that if you eat too much, your brain will not work well. Hmph, I will let you eat so much that you will look like a rice pail, and I will make you look good again after a while.
With this idea in mind, Wang Yaozu turned around and started chatting with his friends, ignoring the foodie Zhu Ping'an.
Zhu Ping'an, who was immersed in enjoying the golden dumplings, curled up the corner of his mouth.
Zhu Pingan can guess almost exactly what Wang Yaozu is thinking, but, haha, it's a pity that he is destined to disappoint Mr. Wang.
When it comes to poems and songs, can you compare to hundreds of years of masterpieces? In terms of self-cultivation as an actor, you are still far behind. (End of this chapter)