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Chapter 251 Poetry Charity Sale, I Offer Five Hundred

Mr. Zhu completed it in one go, and completed the poems and books.

"Okay! Lao Zhu's poems are good, and his calligraphy is also good! Look at the imposing aura emanating between the lines, it's like a dragon diving out of an abyss!"

Mai Jialiang's eyes lit up when he saw Mr. Zhu's calligraphy, and then he said: "Old Zhu, look at this calligraphy, if you don't mind it, please give it to me! Although the writing is not bad, but it is not easy to write." Anyway, it’s still a little bit worse.”

Ye Chen was taken aback by Mai Jialiang's words, and he looked at Cui Hui in confusion.

Cui Hui smiled and said: "Mr. Zhu is not just a veteran of the Huaxia Poetry Association. His name is Zhu Qiying. He is one of the famous contemporary calligraphers. He has rarely written anything in recent years, and our Chairman Mai has always wanted Mr. Zhu. Mr. Zhu just refused to write a single word for him, that’s why the present scene happened, Chairman Mai doesn’t want to miss the opportunity.”

Ye Chen looked at Mr. Zhu speechlessly, gave Mai Jialiang a blank look, and said, "Chairman Mai, my handwriting is so ugly that it won't catch your eye. I want to give this pair of calligraphy and painting to Mr. Cherdomon. I don't know what Mr. Cherdormon wants to do?"

Cherdome said very happily: "Mr. Zhu, I heard that you have kept your pen for many years. It is my honor to get Mr. Zhu's calligraphy today, thank you very much."

After Mr. Zhu finished speaking, he chuckled and said, "I'm happy today, so I'll write another one. How about we do a small charity sale here today? It doesn't matter how much money you have. After the end, Xiaomao will donate the money to you." How do you feel about this proposal to the orphanage or the Hope Project?"

After the proposal was made, everyone agreed very much, but when it comes to calligraphy, everyone present is a bit at a loss.

Cui Hui looked at all the poets and said, "Teachers, you are going to have an Oolong meeting! Mr. Zhu, you are making a fool of the people in our Poetry Association, and the people in the Calligraphers Association can't laugh at you!" Let's die, but this is also good, let's see how much our calligraphy and paintings are worth, haha, then I will come first, please comment!"

Cui Hui thought for a while, glanced at the old locust tree, pondered for a while, and then began to write. Cui Hui's handwriting is beautiful, delicate and peaceful, and the county government is graceful, which is between regular script and official script, and she is quite accomplished.

"The water is long, the road is long, the sun and the moon hang faintly, and the Milky Way has fox fur. South Jinling, Beijing City, the iron horse at the border gate looks at the enemy's chieftain, and the ancient soul stays there."

Wang Sidi looked at Cui Huijuan's beautiful handwriting, and after reading out the poems she wrote, she couldn't help saying with emotion: "Unexpectedly, Sister Hui not only writes good poems, but also writes such good calligraphy, which is much better than my grandfather's, hehe, yes I'll go to Mingxin Teahouse to learn calligraphy from Sister Hui, okay?"

Cui Hui smiled and said: "No problem, you can go there when you have time, and take your brother Ye Chen, aren't his two classmates also with me? You learn calligraphy with me, and they talk about homework."

For Cui Hui's long lovesickness, everyone applauded, and Ye Chen naturally looked at Cui Hui with admiration. It was thanks to a woman that long lovesickness could be written like this.

If you only read the first few sentences, you thought it was about expressing your thoughts, but if you read the last few sentences, it is written about the heart of guarding the border gates in the northern and southern capitals of the Ming Dynasty, and the heroic soul will remain forever.

Mai Jialiang and Mr. Zhu praised Cui Hui's poems and fonts even more when they saw Cui Hui's poems and fonts. Master Qierduomeng was also quite surprised and looked at Cui Hui and said to the person next to him: "Female calligrapher?"

This sentence stunned everyone. Although Master Cherdormon has not been in China for a long time and has learned the history here, he obviously thinks that calligraphers are the monopoly of men, and he really doesn't care much about Cui Hui. I understand, that's why I asked this question, but after the explanation of the people next to me, he smiled and said: "Sorry, I thought that Chinese calligraphy is all men, because I have never seen a female calligrapher, using a sentence in your history In other words, it’s like women don’t give way to men, haha!”

Cui Hui smiled and chatted with Cherdomon, and then several other poets also wrote their own poems, including quatrains, verses, and Song Ci. Most of the poems are written around the history of the Ming Dynasty, most of them praise the Ming Dynasty's strong character, and some of them are written with nostalgia.

Although the poems are good, the handwriting is a bit unbearable. After all, all the old people still have some calligraphy skills, but the people who participated in this forum include not only the older generation of poets, but also the new generation of poets. Most of them are around [-] years old. The writing is awkward and indescribable.

There are more and more people onlookers at the moment, Mr. Zhu even wrote a long page, which said the charity sale activities of the Huaxia Poetry Association, and many people began to bid. With Mr. Zhu's consent, the gift was taken out for auction.

Because this is a temporary auction, few people know people from the Poetry Association, and the starting price for their writing is also set at a level according to the size of the text.

For example, Mr. Zhu gave it to Master Cherdomon, because it not only has Mr. Zhu’s signature on it, but also the crooked calligraphy of Master Cherdomon, which adds a lot of fun to this pair of calligraphy and painting. The starting price is 50 yuan.

But I thought that there was no signature, no proof, and there were many people watching, but very few people bought it.

Everyone didn't care about nature. After all, everyone was voluntary, and there were not so many requirements. When everyone focused on Ye Chen, after Ye Chen, he couldn't run away, so he picked up the brush, and Wang Sidi followed suit. The way they rubbed the ink also rubbed the ink on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen glanced at Wang Sidi with a smile and said with a smile: "Girl, do you know how to grind ink?"

Wang Sidi snorted, ignored Ye Chen, walked to Cui Hui's side, and looked at Ye Chen who wrote calligraphy.

"The son of heaven guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country. It will be difficult to destroy the loyal souls of scholars for eighty days."

Ye Chen didn't write a sentence, so Wang Sidi read it. After reading the first sentence, Mr. Zhu was shocked, and looked at Ye Chen in shock. The next two sentences were a portrayal of the death of the Ming Dynasty, but still It is difficult to overthrow the rule of the Qing Dynasty.

"Okay! What a son of heaven guarding the gate of the country, the king died in the country, my little friend, every word is precious, it comforts my heart!"

Mai Jialiang's eyes lit up too, this poem is even better with good words!
So after he commented on the poem, while feeling sorry for the poem, he couldn't help but increase the value of the poem a lot.

"Beautiful, I don't know which book friend wrote this, it's signed by Brother Chen."

Another voice came, heard the sound, but Mr. Zhu was startled and said: "Hey, old ghost Ouyang, you are here, just in time, let's see how this little friend's calligraphy is?"

"Okay! No, can I shout out? Look at the strong and vigorous brushwork revealed between the lines, with the momentum of galloping, strong muscles and Gu Yi, free and square in structure, dignified and stable, but overall it is slightly It looks immature, but if you practice it for a long time, you will become a family of your own."

When Ye Chen heard it, is he so awesome?

Mi Fu's handwriting is pretty good, if I have learned Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, I won't scare you to death.

"Hey, are you guys auctioning this? How about I buy this work for five hundred?"

When the old man Ouyang saw the words on the banner, he immediately called out the price without asking who wrote it.

(End of this chapter)