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On paper, these lines of poems are so beautiful.

Seven-character poetry.

A format of classical poetry has very high requirements for creators. Those who can write this kind of poetry are all talented, and Zhang Yuan can only write beautiful chapters in a single thought. This is talented. Extraordinary.

The poems are well written, and the words are great, perfect.

Not only a great poet, but also a calligraphy talent.

Zhang Yuan's good handwriting shocked everyone.

"Good words, good words," Old Chen admired.

He has seen many good characters, but characters with aura like Zhang Yuan are still rare. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan is not only good at writing poems, but also in calligraphy.

"Hard-written script, beautiful characters," Ms. Meng was taken aback, her eyes filled with excitement.

As if she had seen a rare treasure, she slowly watched each word of Zhang Yuan, just like a master's work, and she needed to be calmly appreciative, so that she could learn the charm.

"Hahaha, Zhang Yuan, you guys are fine. I didn't expect you to have this hand. This word is written so well," Cheng Dao did not expect at all. Zhang Yuan still hides this hand. This guy is really deep. Hide it.

"Everyone's praises, just show your ugliness," Zhang Yuan was humble and continued to write his poems.

As soon as the inspiration came, he couldn't stop it. At this moment, he was full of literary thoughts, and his talents would be written on paper.

This feeling is so cool!

"Jiang and the sky have no fiber dust,"

"Jiaojiao Lone Moon Wheel in the sky."

"Who first saw the moon by the river?"

"Why did Jiang Yue look at people at the beginning?"

"Life is endless from generation to generation,"

"Jiang Yue looks similar every year."

"I don't know who Jiang Yue treats,"

"But see the Yangtze River sending water."

Zhang Yuan writes swiftly, waving his wrists and flipping flexibly. Every word is elegant and flexible, flying free and easy, just like a stroke of magic.

This line of poem has neat rhymes, rigorous format, and rich philosophies. It is catchy and breathtaking.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan is like an ancient genius. Seven points of the world's talents are concentrated on him, and eight points of the world's spiritual energy are given to him. His poems and his words seem to be not owned by the world.

Everyone was fascinated by it, and silly.

This kind of talent is beyond reach.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan is full of charm. I believe many girls will be fascinated by him.

After all, this is a love story that has existed since ancient times.

"Who's Bian Zhouzi tonight?"

"Where is Xiangsi Mingyue Tower?"

"Poor wandering upstairs in the month,"

"Should shine away from the makeup mirror."

"It won't go away in the Yuhu curtain,"

"Flick it back on the anvil."

"At this moment, we can't hear each other."

"I wish to illuminate the emperor every month."

Zhang Yuan has completely entered the realm of selflessness. The whole poem is finished in one go, with a stroke of one stroke.

Talk about life with a splash of ink.

Old Chen was stunned. He never thought that this was a long poem, and every sentence was perfect, whether it was format, artistic conception, or wording, it was a master.

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't dare to disturb Zhang Yuan.

"The rivers flow and spring are gone,"

"Jiangtan falls in the moon and reverts to the west." 97 Chinese www.97wz.net

"The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog,"

"Jieshi Xiaoxiang Infinite Road."

"I don't know how many people will return to Chengyue,"

"Luoyue shakes love with Jiangshu."

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Finished.

Zhang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and put the pen on the table.

The three people at the scene looked at the poem, and did not dare to speak for a long time.

After a long time, he let out an exclamation slowly.

"Oh, the younger generation is terrible, haha, it seems that I am really old," Old Chen smiled bitterly.

"It's so beautiful, this poem is simply a classic, plus this word, it can be framed and auctioned," Ms. Meng said.

"I can guarantee that Zhang Yuan's work will be sold at sky-high prices," said Cheng Dao.

The three of them are all people who have seen the world, and at this moment they admire Zhang Yuan's works so much.

"Everyone is joking, I just write and write casually. It's New Year, everyone has fun, happy," Zhang Yuan laughed.

Even if the auction price is so high, he doesn't lack the money.

Moreover, this work is used by him to express emotions, it is something for self-cultivation, not for showing off.

"Zhang Yuan's poem, with the moon as the main theme, and the river as the scene, depicts a distant and distant picture of the moon and night of the spring river, the brushwork is clear and beautiful,"

Old Chen couldn't help but analyze.

And his analysis is right, you deserve it.

The cultivation of ancient culture is very profound.

Ms. Meng said: “The artistic conception is high and philosophical with the use of scene descriptions.”

Old Chen nodded: "Yes, good works must have deep connotations. No matter what era they reach, they can arouse people's thinking. Zhang Yuan did this."

Zhang Yuan's genius lies in the thirty-six sentences of the whole poem, which changes the rhyme every four sentences.

This neat format makes the whole poem very rigorous.

"The artistic conception is empty, the imagination is peculiar, the language is clear and meaningful, the rhythm is melodious, good poetry, good poetry, hahaha," Old Chen laughed openly.

"Zhang Yuan, it's amazing, you are the name of a gifted man," Old Chen smiled.

"Old Chen praised," Zhang Yuan said lightly.

"I just didn't expect your calligraphy to be so good," Ms. Meng said.

She was shocked because Zhang Yuan's calligraphy level was not below her, or even above her.

Alas, she thought that Zhang Yuan didn't understand calligraphy, so she was showing off in front of Zhang Yuan. It's funny thinking about it now.

"Ms. Meng passed the award, I just write casually, I am just an amateur," Zhang Yuan said.

"Even a layman like me thinks your handwriting is good, Zhang Yuan, your hard-handed writing is really good," said Cheng Dao.

Ms. Meng said: "Zhang Yuan, are you interested in joining the Calligraphy Association?"

Old Chen followed: "Zhang Yuan, you can think about it. At your level, there is no problem at all."

Everyone looked at Zhang Yuan, but Zhang Yuan shook his head.

"Sorry, calligraphy is just my hobby, not my main business,"

Director Cheng laughed: "Yes, you are a singer,"

Old Chen was a little disappointed: "Never mind, ah, but I'm so happy today, come here, waiter, take care of me,"

Ms. Meng saw Lao Chen coming and said with interest, "It seems that Lao Chen is very happy today, Zhang Yuan, Lao Chen's brush calligraphy is outstanding, second to none in the country, and we are blessed."

Cheng Dao felt lucky, and immediately helped prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Master's work, not everyone can see it, it is good luck to see it.

Zhang Yuan disagreed, and said: "Since Chen Lao is willing to show his hand, then I will wait and see."

Old Chen smiled and said: "Zhang Yuan, look at my word later, how is it written? You have to give a fair evaluation,"