Freelance Artist

  Chapter 317 Baidi's calligraphy is not good?

  Lin Zhibai has already written three poems, each of which is exquisite, and it can be said that he has passed the test.

   But Ji Quantai had only written a poem at this time. Although he also won applause from all the halls, he was obviously not as popular as Baidi.

   This is unacceptable to Ji Quantai!

  Seeing many literati discussing Baidi's poems, Ji Quantai took a deep breath and winked at a middle-aged man next to him.

  The middle-aged man understood, and immediately said:

"Today there is snow and plum blossoms in Yimeiyuan, so the excellent works of Yongxue and Yongmei appear frequently. Regardless of the four gentlemen, in my opinion, the best work of the audience today is Teacher Xiao Ji's poem about snow, everyone. What do you think?"

   "Exactly!"

   "Teacher Ge Wu is right!"

   “This poem is the best of the day!”

   "Well written indeed!"

   "Teacher Xiao Ji is a great talent!"

   "As expected of being the number one of the young generation!"

   "The east wind follows the west wind, and the trees and leaves are empty. The plum blossoms can't be exhausted, and they still embrace the new red. This poem by Teacher Xiao Ji is really wonderful."

   "Brother Zhou knows how to recite it."

  “Naturally, a good poem will never be forgotten after listening to it once.”

  Everyone spoke one after another, and their recognition of Ji Quantai's poem was very high.

  But Lin Zhibai glanced at the person who suggested it. It turns out that this guy is Ge Wu. It seems that the group of people who had a couplet battle with him on the Internet before have basically gathered together today.

   At this time.

  Huang Yulou, head of the Writers Association, suddenly said: "I agree with what Teacher Ge Wu said. Teacher Xiao Ji's works are really elegant. Brother Jiang He taught a good apprentice!"

  Ji Quantai is Jiang He's disciple.

  Hearing what Huang Yulou said, Jiang He smiled, but said modestly: "Xiao Jiping is suffering all the time, but he is still somewhat talented, thanks to everyone's love."

   "In my opinion..."

  Old lady Zhao suddenly said: "To say today's best poem about snow, Teacher Xiao Ji's work is excellent, but Teacher Baidi's sentence "Flying into the Plum Blossoms and I Can't See It" is more to my liking."

   "This statement is wrong."

Huang Yulou said: "Teacher Baidi's poem is not bad, but it is obviously a bit too pursuit of the twists and turns at the end, so that the first three sentences really don't have any artistic beauty. This kind of writing method is not the way of poetry that I pursue .”

  Jiang He nodded slightly.

  Old lady Zhao pouted.

  In a sense, Jiang He, Huang Yulou, Yun Lan and Mrs. Zhao are the judges of today's poetry meeting.

   And now.

  Jiang He and Huang Yulou obviously both stood for Ji Quantai, while Mrs. Zhao stood for Baidi.

  The current situation is two to one, so Huang Yulou looked at Yun Lan who did not express his opinion, and wanted to form a three to one situation:

   "What does President Yun think?"

  Yun Lan frowned unobtrusively. She knew that today Jiang He planned to promote his disciple Ji Quantai, and the level of Ji Quantai's poem was indeed commendable, but the best overall performance must be Baidi...

   That's all.

  Kick the ball out.

  I don't get involved in this matter.

Mainly, Yun Lan didn't want to say that Ji Quantai was better against her will, nor did she want to offend Jiang He and Huang Yulou, so she said lightly: "Since there are different voices among us, why don't Ji Quantai and Baidi use snow or plum as the theme again? Compared with the previous round alone, everyone votes together."

   "I think it will work."

  After hesitating for a while, Huang Yulou glanced at Ji Quantai, and then expressed his approval. Jiang He next to him also nodded slightly, and even the old lady Zhao didn't say much.

   "That's a really good idea."

  Ge Wu looked at Lin Zhibai with a smile on his face and said: "Let these two young talents compete one-on-one again, and we will have a good ear, and we can enjoy two more masterpieces."

   "Don't compare?"

Zhou Tai made it clear that he was standing in Lin Zhibai today, and immediately said: "Even if Teacher Baidi and Teacher Xiao Ji's poems about singing snow are evenly divided, but Teacher Baidi has written three poems in a row so far, and each capital is It's wonderful, and Teacher Xiao Ji only has one song, so is there any need to compare it?"

   "That's not the same."

  Ge Wu retorted: "Baidi's previous poems came out as the times require. Teacher Xiao Ji's talent has not been shown too much. Today's poetry meeting will always give Teacher Xiao Ji a chance to prove himself formally."

"that is!"

  An'an gritted her teeth, and then said: "If Baidi is really talented, why not be afraid to compete again?"

  Lin Zhibai didn't speak.

  Ji Quantai got up suddenly and said: "I have nothing to do, I wonder if Teacher Baidi can give it a try?"

   As he spoke, Ji Quantai cupped his hands towards Lin Zhibai, his eyes were clearly provocative.

  Lin Zhibai thought that this guy had just assisted An An, and wanted to blackmail him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said:

   "Then please."

  Ji Quantai has launched a challenge. If he doesn't accept it, it will be inappropriate. Why don't you simply compete with him in the last round, and today is to defeat these people.

   "Pen and ink serve!"

  Ji Quantai rolled up his sleeves and showed a heroic appearance. This situation was arranged in advance. Ge Wu is a fan, and he has been prepared for this round of show!

   "We want too."

   Zhou Tai's voice was somewhat emotional.

   Soon someone brought pens and ink, and placed them in front of Ji Quantai and Lin Zhibai.

  Zhou Tai studied ink himself.

   Then Lin Zhibai started to write.

   On the other side, Ji Quantai moved faster, and almost finished a poem with a flick of a brush.

  Ge Wu leaned over to take a look, and excitedly said:

   "Okay, okay, as expected of Teacher Xiao Ji! Good words and poems are even better! I can't help but want to treasure this calligraphy!"

   "What was written?"

   "Ge Lao Nian, come and listen!"

"that is!"

   "Don't be tricky!"

  Everyone urged.

  Ge Wu picked up the calligraphy with a smile, and recited aloud: "Thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains carry white heads, and God-given rouge lightly wipes cheeks. Ask where the orchid and bamboo spring are, and the fragrance of jade bones and ice muscles comes from itself!"

   This poem comes out!

  All applause!

This is a poem about scenery. It describes both snow and plum. It's a state of mind, besides, the scenery from far to near is majestic and majestic, with a strong sense of picture, among which the literati present can know at a glance!

  …

   In the live broadcast room, there was also admiration!

   "Well written!"

   "This poem is magnificent!"

   "Without mentioning Xue and Mei, the beauty of Xuemei is described to the extreme!"

   "This landscape poem is really amazing!"

   "The poetry meeting is really wonderful!"

   "This Baidi, can you write better ones?"

   "He's lost!"

   "Ji Quantai is the number one young generation!"

   "Ji Quantai, come on!"

  Baidi's fans were a little nervous, but their support was not lost, and their voices were even louder, mainly because Lin Zhibai's first three poems gave everyone confidence!

   "Aren't you too confident?"

   "Which one of the first three songs of Baidi is wrong?"

   "Ji Quantai's song is obviously less interesting than Baidi's just now!"

   "The wording is too fancy."

   "Don't think that you are advanced if you don't mention Xue and Mei. It's not difficult to do this."

   "I think the number one person of the young generation should be Baidi!"

   "I dare not say this before, but the first three poems of Baidi are enough to prove it!"

"agree!"

   "I don't know how Baidi's poems are this time."

  He was not convinced, but in the hearts of Baidi's fans, he still recognized Ji Quantai's poem, which was indeed written at a certain level.

  …

on site.

  Everyone's eyes shifted to Lin Zhibai.

  My work has been recognized by the audience!

  Ji Quantai's eyes are burning, how do you Baidi respond to this poem?

  Even if Baidi’s first three poems are well written, the content of the poems is true and witty, with a strong sense of response, but I have done everything I can in this poem, and Ji Quantai doesn’t think he will lose!

   "It's our turn."

  Zhou Tai was also sweating, but after seeing the poem written by Lin Zhibai, he was slightly relieved, and whispered:

"I come?"

  Lin Zhibai has no objection.

  Zhou Tai took a deep breath, picked up the poem written by Lin Zhibai, got up and recited: "There are several plums in the corner, and Ling Han opened them alone. I know it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance..."

  Everyone was slightly stunned.

  The first two sentences of this poem are commonplace.

   There is nothing clever about it.

  But when Zhou Tai read the third sentence, everyone's faces showed thought.

  It wasn't until the fourth sentence that everyone understood the deep meaning one after another, and everyone's face changed slightly. This is a poem that sounds ordinary at first glance, but you can feel the brewing emotions in it when you savor it carefully.

  Ji Quantai's song is gorgeous and flamboyant!

  Bai Di's song is simple and restrained!

  Ji Quantai did not mention snow and plum, but from far to near, he wrote the image of praising plum in snow!

  In fact, Lin Zhibai only mentioned plum blossoms, but in the middle he used the phrase "remote knowledge is not snow". From near to far, plums are used to describe snow.

coincidentally:

  Both ended with the fragrance of plum blossoms. This coincidence is very interesting, but it also gives the two poems a point of horizontal comparison.

  There are many ways of art in poetry.

  Regular imagery, rhetorical techniques, level of metaphor, order of distance, even color matching, and even emotional expression, etc., are all within the scope of consideration of poetry art. After taking these things into consideration, everyone gradually has the answer in their hearts.

   "Obviously!"

  Na Gewu announced loudly: "Ji Quantai won!"

  Zhou Tai stared at the other party in disbelief and said, "Are you sure you're not talking ironically?"

Ge Wu sneered and said: "Teacher Zhou Tai doesn't need to defend Baidi like this. His poem is too plain, and the content is monotonous and simple. There are a few branches of plum blossoms in the corner alone, and there is no rhetoric. To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than In the vernacular, on the other hand, Teacher Xiao Ji’s poems are gorgeous and elegant, and it can be said that they are different from each other!”

   "Why didn't you mention the last two sentences!"

Zhou Tai sneered and said: "To evaluate a poem is to look at the whole poem, not to analyze it individually, such as the poem written by Baidi before, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces. After the fourth sentence, the pattern is instantly different, and it is the same with Baidi's work this time, you can only feel the artistic expression in it by carefully reading the third and fourth sentences!"

   "Mr. Zhou Tai, why do you have to be stubborn?"

  Ge Wu snorted: "Even compared to the whole group, Teacher Xiao Ji also won this song, but our debate is fruitless, how about asking the four teachers to comment?"

   said.

  Ge Wu looked towards Huang Yulou.

Huang Yulou's eyes flashed, and he stood up with a solemn expression and walked over. He first picked up Ji Quantai's poem and looked at it, nodding again and again, then picked up Lin Zhibai's poem and looked at it, nodding again and again, as if he was very satisfied After pondering for a while, he said awkwardly: "They are all rare masterpieces, but Baidi's poem is too simple, and it is a bit petty."

  Lin Zhibai: "..."

   This is Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossom", which was written in the textbooks of the previous life, and elementary school students in the Celestial Dynasty would recite it. As a result, today he received a comment of "small family spirit".

"Of course."

Huang Yulou also seemed to know that his buttocks should not be too crooked, so he hurriedly said: "Mr. Baidi's work, after all, still has a lot of merits. It has a slightly meaningful feeling. It is different from Mr. Xiao Ji's work. In comparison, it is barely evenly divided."

   "You mean a draw?"

Zhou Tai sighed in his heart, but felt that such a result was not too bad. Huang Yulou and Jiang He were close friends, and Ji Quantai was Jiang He's favorite disciple. Huang Yulou was willing to give a draw, which seemed acceptable. He didn't have the cheek to insist that Ji Quantai won.

   "It's a bit outrageous to talk about a draw, and I'm not that kind of person."

Huang Yulou put the poems of the two on the same table for comparison again, looking very cautious, and after another two minutes, he said with a serious face: "If you are picky, in the end it will be Mr. Ji Slightly better than half."

  Zhou Tai was in a hurry, "Didn't you just say there was an equal share?"

  Huang Yulou sighed: "In terms of content, it is indeed barely evenly divided, but if you look closely, Teacher Baidi's calligraphy still needs practice, and the calligraphy of Teacher Xiaoji is not a stark difference."

  Zhou Tai was dumbfounded.

  Lin Zhibai was dumbfounded.

  You spent a long time talking about it, and finally came to the conclusion that Ji Quantai's handwriting is more beautiful, so the score is higher?

   What do you think about writing a composition?

   Well-written words can also add points! ?

   Fortunately, except for Zhou Tai, it is not that no one speaks for Lin Zhibai.

  Old lady Zhao said, "Ms. Huang, I can't understand what I said. What is it that Mr. Xiao Ji's calligraphy is better? What they are comparing is poetry, not calligraphy!"

   "Mr. Zhao, I can't help it."

  Huang Yulou smiled wryly and said: "In my opinion, these two poems are indeed between brothers, but the calligraphy is indeed more than a little bit behind. People in our poetry circle also attach great importance to calligraphy!"

   "The ancients said that writing expresses truth, and poetry expresses ambition!"

Mrs. Zhao’s voice resounded, “Poetry can tell the difference. Why bother to use calligraphy? Teacher Xiao Ji’s poems are excellent, but they are only written for the occasion. In terms of artistic conception, Master Baidi’s works Using plum as a person, Ling Han blooming alone, using dark fragrance to praise his noble character, plain and restrained but has its own profoundness, intriguing, it is obviously better!"

   "Words are good poems?"

As soon as Mrs. Zhao finished speaking, Jiang He, who had been silent all along, suddenly said: "It's a good idea to use flowers to describe people. Baidi seems to use plum blossoms as a metaphor for himself, but it can't change the fact that the content of his poems is too simple. On the contrary, I am very pleased." Teacher Yu Xiaoji's poems are not for expressing aspirations."

alright.

   It was a two-to-one situation again.

  Then Huang Yulou looked at Yun Lan again, "What does President Yun think?"

  Yun Lan wanted to curse in her heart, she finally kicked the ball out, why did she come back to herself?

   Of course, Baidi's is better, back to basics!

  It’s like songs. Some songs are amazing when you first listen to them, but they become boring after listening to them too much.

  While Baidi's poems, like classic old songs, are worthy of repeated savoring, this is called advanced.

  But Yun Lan didn't say these words, she chose to avoid the eyes of Mrs. Zhao, and said softly: "I think this game is a draw."

  Jiang He.

   Huang Yulou.

   are big names in the industry.

   Yun Lan doesn’t want to offend someone bigger than herself, and it’s her limit not to say that Ji Quantai’s is better.

  It is equivalent to Yun Lan abstaining from voting.

  The result was still two to one.

  Ge Wu saw this posture, and shouted while the iron was hot: "What do you guys think?"

   "Of course it's Teacher Xiao Ji's favor!"

   "Exactly!"

   "Teacher Xiao Ji's is better!"

   "Mostly calligraphy!"

   "Teacher Baidi's calligraphy is far worse than literary talent."

   "Go back and practice more calligraphy, Mr. Baidi."

   "Thank you for losing the competition because of bad calligraphy."

   Countless literati present catered to them and talked about things with calligraphy, while a small number of literati remained silent.

  Looking at such a scene, Lin Zhibai suddenly understood why Zhao Gao was able to treat a deer as a horse in the court.

  Old lady Zhao became short of breath from being angry. Lin Zhibai was afraid that she would get angry, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help her, and said:

   "You sit down first..."

  Helping Mrs. Zhao to sit down, Lin Zhibai's eyes changed. He tilted his head and looked at the crowd with a slightly mocking expression.

  My calligraphy is not good?

  Can't you find any other thorns?

It doesn't matter to me, after all, I didn't plan to be with these people, and I just didn't want to damage my image when I participated in the poetry meeting, but Wang Anshi's poems were so blacked out by you, Mrs. Zhao was so angry by you, Zhou Tai spoke for me, and even Encountered so many blank eyes...

  Lin Zhibai was angry.

  Ji Quantai's poem Lin Zhibai also saw it. There is nothing to say about the level of poetry, but the calligraphy is indeed excellent, which is close to the level of a calligrapher. According to the system score, it can be given a score of 50.

  My own calligraphy is only 32.

   But if you really want to talk about calligraphy, I will use calligraphy to shut up all of you!

"system!"

  Lin Zhibai gritted his teeth, summoned the system in his heart, and made a decision without hesitation: "Give me some points!"

  It's better than calligraphy, right?

  So what if my calligraphy only has 32 points?

  Lin Zhibai has gained a lot because he won the music department of Shinhwa Group this year and bought a stake in Tianguang TV Station. In addition to the previous accumulation, he has now accumulated forty-eight skill points!

this moment.

  Lin Zhibai directly added all his brains to calligraphy!

   Shua!

  On Lin Zhibai's personal data panel, the calligraphy score began to soar, reaching 80 points in just a few seconds!

  What is the level of eighty points?

  In the singing world, eighty points is the level of the king of singers and the queen of songs!

  In the calligraphy circle, 80 points is the level of a "calligraphy master"!

Those who can participate in the poetry meeting are not from the publishing house anymore, so the deterrent effect of the identity of the protagonist publishing house is not so strong, and the previous article also hinted that there are people behind these people who support them, and the losses here are compensated elsewhere , But if you see someone mentioning it all the time, just say it. If you still think it’s unreasonable, I can’t help it.

  (end of this chapter)