Chapter 327: [Huaisu self-narration post]

The calligraphy show Yeguang didn't feel good at all.
Most of them are the works collected by these contemporary calligraphers, or they are simply their own works.
It's not because Yeguang doesn't see these characters, and the characters look good, but Yeguang really doesn't have much interest in calligraphy. If it hadn't been for so many calligraphy skills, Yeguang would probably not have done calligraphy in this life. What accomplishments.
Moreover, although Ye Guang is well-written, his actual appreciation ability is not high. He can see that it is good, but he can't see the specific doorway. He can't tell one, two, three.
So, following Dad Liu, I saw other masterpieces of appreciation brought by other calligraphers all the way. Yeguang didn't say a few words. When he first encountered cursive script, some calligraphers asked how Yeguang thinks. They all feel weird, but I have to admit that they are good at writing.
Why can't Yeguang say it, so it's just a few words.
"it is good!"
"Good word!"
"very good!"
It caused everyone to be speechless for a while, and the big guys were too lazy to ask him.
Dad Liu looked at Ye Guang rather hate iron and steel, but he was his son-in-law.
Yeguang is helpless, he is like an old driver who can drive, but he can drive, but he really does n’t know how to drive! You asked him to tell what type of generator, how much caliber the exhaust pipe, and what the power system is. Luminous means a word, aggressive!
You see, it's true, otherwise the words are unclear.
Appreciation of various works for an hour or two, listening to the works brought by various calligraphers, entered the next link, which is also the most lively part of the calligraphy conference.
Writing on the spot.
The Al-Shabaabs who had just come here for a soy sauce gathered.
Someone whispered below.
"Brother Hao, the masters are almost finished. It's time for our juniors to show off their skills. It's time for you to be in the limelight again. Our group of people are the best at you. Last year, you were the first in the juniors. "
The man named Hao Ge smiled bitterly. "This year is impossible. You came late in the previous calligraphy exhibition. I don't know. A cursive work brought by Shu everyone today was amazing. The masters praised it. The name of the world's first cursive script is all spoken out, guess who wrote it. "
"Who?"
Brother Hao pointed in the direction of Yeguang, "Hey, that's him, the one next to Liugong. I've seen it in Bozhiyuan before."
"Ah, he, is it true?"
"You'll know in a while, today he will definitely be invited by the masters to write a message."
Brother Hao used the word please.
Sure enough, although Luminous has always been very low-key, but knowing that "Wing Lan" was written by him, no one will ignore him.
Another calligrapher wrote a word on the spot, and after praise from everyone, Shu Hailang said.
"Today we are doing the right calligraphy session. Fortunately, it is an eye-opener to see the masters' collections and writings. Also, a junior who has surprised me a lot today. I have always felt young now. People are getting worse at calligraphy. Even if it ’s practice, it ’s just a half bucket of water, and I ca n’t get on the hall. But it ’s amazing to see this young man today. It seems that I think I ’m wrong. We are now It ’s not that the young people are getting worse, but the blue is better than the blue. The calligraphy from the ancestors has been succeeded by someone. Let ’s ask the young Junjie to write a masterpiece for everyone.
Shu Hai said, looking at Yeguang, "Big nephew, come and show everyone, and let us old guys have long eyes."
Yeguang smiled and looked at Dad Liu. Before Dad Liu got out of the car, he told him to keep a low profile and not to show publicity.
Father Liu nodded slightly to him, "Go."
Luminous nodded and stepped onto the stage.
There is a large desk on the table, pen and ink on the table are readily available, a camera is hung above the bracket, the lens is directly facing the desktop, and the picture on the desktop is reflected on the two large screens on both sides of the small stage, so that Others watching.
Ye Guang went to the desk and offered his hand to the crowd. "Masters, I'll be ugly."
Speaking, Luminous began to grind with poor methods, and the movement was very clumsy. Because of the harder force, the ink was spilled out on the edge of the platform, so that the calligraphy masters and father Liu could look straight. Frowning.
This is like what a calligrapher should do, not even a beginner.
Shu Hai had already stood next to Dad Liu, and he whispered, "Lao Liu, is he really writing the word? Don't be embarrassed."
Father Liu, "Why don't you believe it? It's true. I was there when he wrote, and saw it with my own eyes."
Shu Hai stopped talking, and continued to watch the luminous movements.
Luminous grinds a few times, then pulls out a long piece from the roller paper on the right, flattens it on the table, compacts it with a square ruler, and then picks a suitable writing brush from the pen holder. I dipped the ink, but suddenly my hand stopped in the air, and after a few seconds, Luminous put the pen back into the pen holder again.
Everyone was puzzled.
What's this for?
Luminous put down his pen and looked back at the stage. "When I picked up the pen, I suddenly didn't know what to write."
Someone in the audience smiled in good faith.
Ye Guang also smiled and said, "I see that many of the masters used to write in ancient backgrounds before writing. Then I will write a narrative in the ancient background. Let me tell you first. You Taoist priest. "
Ye Guang was a little bit flustered. "He told me that this is the style of a Tang Dynasty calligraphy man, Huai Su monk. Therefore, my calligraphy is also called Huai Suti, and the Taoist priest also told me about Huai Su. Su Monk ’s life, but I searched the literature ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and did not find any records about this monk Huai Su. It may be a long time ago and drowned in the long river of times, so today, I want to take this opportunity Write a narrative of the life of the monk Huai Su, so that everyone can see, and know that there is a cursive man in my history, I must pass on his calligraphy respect to him. "
Speaking, Ye Guang offered his hand to the audience again, and then picked up the writing brush again.
At this moment, the luminous light suddenly seemed empty, a mysterious and mysterious feeling emerged.
The audience looked at Yeguang, and for a moment, the young man who had looked at ordinary people suddenly became different.
Look.
temperament.
expression.
It's all different.
There are many people in the audience, but the same vocabulary comes to mind.
Everyone style!
Luminous lift pen.
Dip in ink.
Falling words.
‘Huaisu ’s parents, you ’re young but you ’re Buddha ...’
Everyone looked at the movement of Ye Guang's hands through the camera's picture under the stage. Lu Guang just wrote down and wrote a word of 'Huai'. Someone in the audience couldn't help but whispered, "Good way!"
Then, I immediately heard the sound, and seemed to be afraid of disturbing the luminous general.
Luminous dances of dragons and phoenixes on the paper, moving in flowing water.
‘Huaisu ’s parents, Sha, they are buddhas. In the time of Zen, it is quite good. However, I hate not seeing the miracles of the predecessors far, and I see very little. Then he took the cane, traveled to the west, and saw contemporary famous men. They were intricately mixed, and the repertoire was extremely simple, often encountered, suddenly out of mind, and no doubt lagging behind. There are so many spots of fish and paper silk, and scholars don't think it's strange ... '
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