Rebirth of Interstellar: She dominates the country with culture

Chapter 276 "Preface to Lanting Collection"

Hearing the third sentence, she gradually opened her mouth wide, her eyes filled with astonishment.

"I came to fish on Bixi in my spare time, and suddenly I dreamed of riding a boat to the horizon."

"The road is difficult, the road is difficult, there are many divergent roads, and now is safe."

"There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung straight to help the sea."

When the last few sentences were finished, Wu Meng's feet went limp and she slumped on the futon.

What kind of fairy poem is this? ? ?
There was silence for about 30 seconds.

Finally, there was a series of inhalation sounds.

"What a rush of rhetoric!"

"In seconds! It's simply invincible!"

"I can't accept it. She's in the entertainment industry. Not only is she a good match, but she's also good at writing poems!"

The entire scene of the exchange meeting was in an uproar at this moment.

Everyone whispered to each other, expressing their inner shock.

It's just unbelievable.

We are all cultural people, and when this poem was read out by Qin Lan, the answer has already been revealed.

Although Wu Meng's poem is powerful, it is nothing compared to Qin Lan's poem.

Right now, there is only one question on everyone's mind.

Is she still human?
What else can she not do?

The reaction of the bosses in Lanting was not great.

However, there was an indescribable resentment in their eyes.

Silence!
Speechless!
"I'm ashamed to say that I have studied ancient poetry for decades."

"I'm ashamed to say that I'm proficient in poetry."

"After living for decades, I was actually hit by a little girl."

The crowd shook their heads and sighed.

Wu Mingguang, the president of the Poetry Association, was even more bitter. His daughter was hanged and beaten for couplets and poetry.

Still playing a fart!

Who invited this little girl here!

He looked left and right, and finally his eyes fell on Zhou Wenliang, the president of the opera association.

He remembered clearly that when the exchange meeting started, it was Zhou Wenliang who said that Qin Lan would come today.

"Look at me, I told you a long time ago that Qin Lan is a very talented little girl." Zhou Wenliang smiled uncontrollably.

From the "Silk Pulling Opera" to the later "Red Ling", the Opera Association has long paid attention to Qin Lan.

She was very curious about this little girl, that's why she invited Qin Lan to the cultural exchange meeting.

However, his original intention was to let Qin Lan learn a lot, but unexpectedly, he became Qin Lan's home game.

This kid is always surprising.

"I said, Old Wu, don't be so angry. Although your daughter lost, we have seen a talented young girl. Isn't this the purpose of communication?" President of Calligraphy Association Shen Yanfeng patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.

"You said it lightly. If your son lost, with your temper, you would have scolded his mother a long time ago." Wu Mingguang said in a muffled voice.

"Old Wu, don't talk nonsense, I'm not that kind of person." Shen Yanfeng was upright.

"Hmph, wait, it will be calligraphy soon. If Qin Lan is proficient in calligraphy again, I will take a good look at your face." Wu Mingguang sneered, with infinite hope rising in his heart.

How he hoped that Qin Lan would also have a very high attainment in calligraphy.

In this way, his daughter will not be hanged and beaten alone.

At least he can pull Shen Xia down.

"Hehe, if she really wins against Shen Xia, I will also smile and congratulate her." Shen Yanfeng waved his hand indifferently.

After a short period of chaos, it is now gradually calming down.

Sun Jiaojiao and Shi Lei also looked at Qin Lan with admiration, feeling very happy.

The live broadcast room is directly full of 'fuck'.

Next, the game of Qushui Liushang also became a bit dull.

After the Absolute, the couplets are meaningless, and Qin Lan's surging poem made everyone present dare not go up and make a fool of themselves.

After the wine glasses stopped a few people and they all gave up, the event party felt that this event had almost come to an end.

Fortunately, it was announced directly that this exchange will enter the final process.

That is communication at the level of calligraphy.

However, it is not a simple calligraphic exchange, but to write the process of the exchange meeting in the way of ancient history.

Those who participated in the exchange meeting were all well-known people in the cultural circle, and their poems were also of a very high level, worthy of learning and sharing, so the poems that appeared in the exchange meeting will be displayed on the cultural online exhibition, so the calligraphy competition is to choose these poems One of the best prefaces.

In the past, the prefaces that were elected would be polished by the Poetry Association, and then posted on Wenhua.com when they were the best, but the signature was still the name of the elected person, which was equivalent to marking the candidate's resume with a strong stroke. Great honor.

"Next, it's up to me." Shen Xia took a deep breath.

In this exchange meeting, Qin Lan stole the limelight.

However, when it comes to calligraphy, it's Shen Xia's turn.

"When it comes to calligraphy, those present may not be able to compare with Shen Xia."

"Let's go through the motions. There is a high probability that Shen Xia will be elected in the end."

"Others have practiced calligraphy since childhood and have been carefully cultivated by several calligraphy masters. They have long since lost their rivals in the younger generation."

When the pens, inks, papers and inkstones were distributed, the attention of everyone present changed from Qin Lan to Shen Xia.

This young man in his twenties has become one of the four great talents on planet No. [-] with his superb calligraphy.

One of his calligraphy can be sold for millions of dollars.

It is truly worth a word.

Inside the Lanting Pavilion, Shen Yanfeng, the president of the Calligraphy Association, laughed from ear to ear.

Shen Xia's calligraphy was cultivated by him since he was a child, and it has always been his pride.

"Hmph," Wu Mingguang on the side snorted coldly when he saw this.

Although, he hoped that Qin Lan could continue to amaze the audience with calligraphy and slap Shen Yanfeng in the face.

But he also knew in his heart that this was simply impossible.

However, his eyes were still looking in Qin Lan's direction.

Over there, Shi Lei was already grinding, while Qin Lan still had that faint smile on his face.

"Xiao Lan, do you really know calligraphy?" Sun Jiaojiao asked curiously while standing aside.

"I understand." Qin Lan smiled.

Shi Lei's ink has almost worn out.

She picked up the brush and dipped some ink.

The full text of "Preface to Lanting Collection" appeared in my mind.

Through her master calligraphy level, it is enough to copy 80.00% of the characters.

However, it is enough.

This is the preface to the Lanting collection known as the best running script in the world.

Not to mention these younger people, even the older generation of cultural people in Lanting may not necessarily have 80% calligraphy attainments of calligraphers.

However, apart from Qushui Liushang reciting poems and pairings in the preface of the Lanting collection, everything else is completely different from today.

Time, place and people are all different.

So Qin Lan has to slightly modify the preface of the Lanting collection.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, at the age of Kuichou, at the beginning of late spring."

Writing poetry is different than writing songs.

In the poet's eyes, artistic conception is greater than logic.

(End of this chapter)