This Star Doesn’t Work Overtime - #456 - Chapter 453: 451 Ancient Poetry? Another timeless masterpiece?

“Anyone else?”

Wang Cheng’s voice is still as calm as water!

 However, when it stopped in the ears of many literary people, it seemed like a sharp sword, piercing directly into their hearts…

In their ears, it automatically became full of ridicule—Is there no one in your Chinese literary world?

Even if Wang Cheng didn’t mean it this way, they would automatically make it up in their minds!

after all…

Wang Jianbin at the beginning, as well as Yu Hong, Wen Hanyue, and Yang Yi who surprised them all later, all lost to Wang Cheng without any suspense and without any excuse!

 The frontier fortress poem with the same name, the same word card, and even the same content!

 A direct win in all aspects.

 Leave many people in the literary world who were capable of sophistry in the past to be speechless and speechless in the face of such a failure!

Even many people who have no prejudice against Wang Cheng, such as Zhang Guobin, Zhang Yiheng, Wang Jianbin, Peng Jie and others, are a little dazzled when they look at Wang Cheng, and they long for someone to defeat Wang Cheng once, otherwise Wang Cheng’s The halo will blind their eyes.

The scene was quiet for a moment!

 Many people in the literary world looked at each other, and for a moment they didn’t want to touch Wang Cheng’s sharp edge.

but…

But they cannot remain silent forever, otherwise wouldn’t this prove that there is no one in the literary world they represent?

Even if you fail, you can’t let it go!

 “The prince is a great talent, I would like to learn from you!”

 A voice came.

 Everyone looked at him with astonishment in their eyes.

 Jiang Qin finally stood up and spoke.

Jiang Qin took the initiative to write couplets before, and everyone could see that Jiang Qin today would not be silent and would definitely want to make a difference.

 It’s just that everyone thought that Jiang Qin might want to wait until the end to appear, but he didn’t expect to appear now!

Peng Jie, Wen Hanyue and several other teachers and students from Zhejiang University looked at Jiang Qin who walked up, with some expectation and strangeness in their eyes.

 Because, Jiang Qin is not one of those literary figures who became famous through time and qualifications, but truly became famous step by step through his works, and has become one of the representatives of Jiangsu and Zhejiang literary circles.

They are all curious, what kind of performance will Jiang Qin do this time?

 Tang Yuanpeng, Yu Renhua, Chen Yuqi, Wang Hongyi and others all stared at Jiang Qin who walked on the stage, feeling quite stressed!

Under the gaze of everyone, Jiang Qin walked steadily to the stage step by step. He first bowed his hands to Wang Cheng and saluted: “Young Master Wang is a great talent. We have known each other for a long time. When we meet today, it is far better to meet him than to be famous!”

Wang Cheng still ignored Jiang Qin’s flattery, and just nodded lightly, then stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, indicating that he should write quickly.

It was also the first time for Jiang Qin to face such a cold and heartless person like Wang Cheng. Even though he was prepared, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then he smiled at Wang Jianbin and said, “Mr. Wang, you are showing off your humiliation!”

Wang Jianbin shook his head and smiled: “Xiao Jiang’s reputation is very popular in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. I am also looking forward to it!”

Jiang Qin said hurriedly: “I don’t dare, I don’t dare…”

Seeing that Wang Cheng was watching coldly, and there were many people watching below, Jiang Qin didn’t want to talk nonsense, turned around and stood at the edge of the desk, and saw that everyone did not have stage fright, and said loudly: “Today is the day when all the talented people of the Tang Dynasty gather together.” Of course, when we get together, we can’t miss my Jiangnan Tang Poetry!”

 Speaking, Jiang Qin picked up the brush and started writing.

Wang Jianbin hesitated for a moment, he didn’t want to grind ink for Jiang Qin.

However, he and Wang Cheng were the only two people on the stage. Wang Cheng was even less likely to polish ink for others. He didn’t want to call more people to come up, so there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes and he could only step forward to polish ink for Jiang Qin. ink.

At this scene, Zhang Guobin, Zhang Yiheng, Peng Jie and others in the audience all showed gloating smiles.

 “Lao Wang got himself into trouble this time and became a person who specializes in ink grinding!”

Peng Jie said with a smile.

Wen Hanyue also enjoyed Wang Jianbin’s ink grinding just now, and said with a smile: “I can let Mr. Wang grind ink, and I can also blow it in the future.”

Then…

 Everyone looked at Jiang Qin’s writing brush and the words he wrote.

  It is still running calligraphy.

However, it is not a master-level calligraphy, just a calligrapher with charm, and there is still a long way to go before the master level!

 This made many people in the literary world who had high expectations for Jiang Qin feel slightly disappointed.

After all, two new master calligraphers, Yu Hong and Yang Yi, had just appeared, and Jiang Qin’s reputation was still higher than those of the two. They naturally had expectations for Jiang Qin, hoping that Jiang Qin might also secretly break through the realm of master calligraphy. Waiting for today’s opportunity to make a splash!

Unfortunately…

Although Jiang Qin’s calligraphy is pretty good, he is still far away from being a master, so he is still inferior to Yu Hong and Yang Yi.

 In a sense, it also means that Zhejiang University lost to Beijing University and Shuimu.

 This made the smiles on the faces of Peng Jie and Wen Hanyue gradually disappear and become calm!

 Subsequently, Wen Hanyue sighed: “How can a master of calligraphy have such a breakthrough!”

Peng Jie nodded, then glanced at Yu Hong and Yang Yi without any trace, and said lightly: “But, someone has already done it!”

Wen Hanyue immediately fell silent.

Indeed, with the examples of Yu Hong and Yang Yi, her words are just meaningless quibbles and excuses.

Wang Cheng was born before, but it was too sudden and he was not in their circle, so they didn’t compare with Wang Cheng!

Now, Yu Hong and Yang Yike are both solid members of their cultural circle. Every calligrapher of the middle and young generation in the circle cannot escape the end of being competed by the two.

 So, Wen Hanyue’s eyes flashed with determination and she said, “When I get back to school, I will definitely practice calligraphy in seclusion!”

Similarly, Yu Hong and Yang Yi have brought pressure to all people in the calligraphy field, but why not pointed out a way?

 By imitating Wang Cheng’s calligraphy, you have a chance to break through to the realm of a master…

 This has given many people in the calligraphy field hope and opportunities.

 Yu Hong and Yang Yi can do it, why can’t they?

Wen Hanyue also believes that her talent is not inferior to that of Yu Hong and Yang Yi. The only difference is time and accumulation. As long as she goes back to practice calligraphy in seclusion, she believes that she can definitely enter the realm of a master in as little as one and a half years, or as long as three to five years. .

Even in the longest five years, she will still not be thirty years old. If she becomes a calligraphy master, she will not be much worse than Yu Hong now.

Wen Hanyue was thinking in her heart, looking at the words written by Jiang Qin on the stage, and whispered: “Write ancient poems about Suzhou?”

Peng Jie said softly: “Jiang Qin did stay in Suzhou for two years and did not come back. It may have been during that time that he was inspired to write this poem.”

Wen Hanyue hummed, looked at the ancient poem written by Jiang Qin seriously, and read it in a low voice.

“I was sick in Mulanzhou in the middle of spring. Today I opened the window and saw Huqiu.”

“The plum rain fills the sky with flowers and the shores are filled with flowers, and the sound of masturbating continues to Suzhou.”

After reading it, some thoughts flashed in Wen Hanyue’s eyes: “It is a seven-character rhymed poem, very well written! It is considered a good work in modern times! Senior Brother Jiang Qin is indeed very talented.”

 Wen Hanyue gave this poem a positive evaluation.

Peng Jie nodded in agreement after hearing this: “Indeed, this poem is definitely considered a masterpiece in contemporary times! It’s just…”

 Peng Jie did not continue.

 Wen Hanyue also understands…

 It’s just that Jiang Qin’s opponent is Wang Cheng!

Yu Hong, Yang Yi, Tang Yuanpeng, Yu Renhua, Wang Hongyi and others around me all read this poem in a low voice and thought it was good. Yu Hong whispered: “Among the poems written about Suzhou, this one is considered a masterpiece! Especially in contemporary times, this is a rare good work. Brother Jiang’s talent deserves recognition.”

Now that Yu Hongnai is a new master calligrapher, he is qualified to make such an evaluation of Jiang Qin.

But Wang Hongyi and Chen Yuqi did not dare to comment on Jiang Qin casually, they just thought about it in their hearts.

Yu Renhua nodded and said: “Yes, I have heard of Jiang Qin’s talent for a long time. This poem is not bad!”

Tang Yuanpeng nodded and said nothing, but there was a solemn look in his eyes.

Then…

Peng Jie took the lead in applauding, and the others followed suit and applauded vigorously.

A hint of pride flashed across Jiang Qin’s face, and he bowed slightly to the applauding audience and said, “Thank you, thank you, you’re showing off your shame!”

 The applause quickly died out.

because…

 Everyone is more looking forward to how Wang Cheng will respond to Jiang Qin?

Wang Jianbin looked at Jiang Qin solemnly. Jiang Qin’s work exceeded his expectations and was definitely a rare masterpiece in contemporary times. Then he continued to polish Wang Cheng’s ink, looking forward to what Wang Cheng would write?

Jiang Qin quickly put away what he had written, then stepped aside and gave up his position to Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng nodded to Jiang Qin, walked up to him without any courtesy, picked up the brush and started writing without hesitation.

Jiang Qin took a step forward and stood next to Wang Cheng and looked carefully. He not only wanted to see Wang Cheng’s works, but also wanted to experience Wang Cheng’s calligraphy up close.

After all, there are examples of Yu Hong and Yang Yi who relied on Wang Cheng’s calligraphy to break through to the realm of masters. Jiang Qin also wants to go back to retreat to practice Wang Cheng’s calligraphy and strive to enter the realm of masters as soon as possible. Isn’t now the best opportunity to observe?

 Seeing Wang Cheng writing like a god, a trace of envy flashed in Jiang Qin’s eyes.

 As the words fell one by one, Jiang Qin felt ashamed of himself. He felt that writing in front of Wang Cheng just now was a kind of blasphemy!

  Such calligraphy, if he could…

 He thought for a while and realized that he might be more pretentious than Wang Cheng and have more airs than Wang Cheng.

 It’s a pleasure to watch…

 “Night mooring at Maple Bridge!”

Looking at the name Wang Cheng quickly wrote, everyone knew that Wang Cheng could not write Song lyrics, and it must be an ancient poem.

 Jiang Qin wrote ancient poems. With Wang Cheng’s strength and style, of course he would also write ancient poems in response. Everyone was no exception to this, including Jiang Qin himself!

We are all looking forward to what kind of ancient poems Wang Cheng will write again!

Having just written two masterpieces of elegance and boldness that are worthy of eternal masterpieces, he suddenly started writing Tang poetry. Can Wang Cheng switch over?

 Won’t his train of thought get stuck?

Yang Yi, Yu Hong, Wen Hanyue and others all stared at Wang Cheng.

 Peng Jie, Zhang Guobin, Zhang Yiheng and others are all a little nervous…

If Wang Cheng loses to Jiang Qin, it will definitely be a big deal.

Yu Hong stared at every word written by Wang Cheng and read it out softly.

 “The moon sets, the crows cry, and the sky is filled with frost…”

　　 is only the first sentence pronounced.

Yu Hong, Yang Yi, Wang Hongyi, Tang Yuanpeng, Yu Renhua, Peng Jie, Wen Hanyue and others all showed a wry smile, knowing that they were overthinking and even imagined that Wang Cheng might lose to Jiang Qin!

Just this first sentence, the artistic conception exceeds that of Jiang Qin’s entire poem.

That sense of picture comes to my face.

　　It has made many people feel something in their hearts, and their faces are full of enjoyment.

Peng Jie opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a wry smile, shook his head and stopped talking!

 Jiang Qin on the stage smiled even more self-deprecatingly. He had just imagined that he might have a chance to defeat Wang Cheng and become the first Chinese literary figure to defeat Wang Cheng…

 After all, Wang Cheng has written too many masterpiece-level works in recent days. Maybe he ran out of inspiration when he started writing?

Now, looking at this first sentence, Jiang Qin knew that he was overthinking it!

Even if Wang Cheng stopped writing, Jiang Qin would admit defeat just by writing this sentence.

 Then, words quickly appeared in Wang Cheng’s writing.

 Because Wang Cheng was not as serious when writing this piece as when he was reading Nujiao just now, so he wrote it very quickly!

Many people at the scene read it out softly.

 “The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, the river maples are fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.”

 “Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship.”

 The same seven-character poem!

 Similarly, it writes about Suzhou, but here it writes about the city of Gusu, which seems to be more in line with the culture of the Tang Dynasty.

Jiang Qin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment…

This is really to treat others with their own way!

 He wrote seven-character poems and he wrote about Suzhou City.

Wang Cheng quickly followed suit and also wrote seven-character poems and about Gusu City!

 Moreover, it directly killed his works.

Where does this leave him to reason?

How can he justify himself?

Jiang Qin enjoyed reading these four lines of Wang Cheng’s poems. Each line is full of artistic conception. It can even be said that every word seems to carry a picture. After reading it, he can feel a deep sense of loneliness. Mind, let your heart become calm.

 Such a poem!

Among the hundreds of Tang poems that have been passed down throughout the ages, there are only a few of them. It can definitely be on an equal footing with those masterpiece-level Tang poems. It can be called an ancient poem that is an eternal masterpiece!

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…

Jiang Qin and Wang Jianbin took a deep breath at the same time to calm themselves down.

 A masterpiece for the ages, a masterpiece for the ages, and a masterpiece for the ages…

It seems that every work written by Wang Cheng can be regarded as an eternal masterpiece.

This is indeed terrible.

Wen Hanyue, Peng Jie and other people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang in the audience all knew that this time, Jiang Qin lost completely and completely, not unfairly at all. Whether it was poetry or calligraphy, he was crushed in all aspects.

Wen Hanyue praised: “Wang Cheng’s talent is really bottomless, and the mountains stand tall. This poem is so well written. If I had written this, I would really be willing to die right away!”

Wen Hanyue expressed envy again and was willing to trade her life for such a work…

Peng Jie nodded: “Indeed, when reading it, there is a loneliness that penetrates deeply into the soul, and it is full of pictures! Such poems are rare among the many excellent works of the entire Tang Dynasty.”

Yu Hong, Yang Yi, Wang Hongyi, Tang Yuanpeng, Yu Renhua and others are also full of admiration, and their eyes are full of disbelief.

 Is Wang Cheng’s inspiration really endless? (End of chapter)