I have a precious sword, and I will try it out with you all today.
Wang Yaozu rose confidently from his seat, arched his hand towards the crowd, looked disdainfully at Zhu Pingan, and then hesitantly and ambitiously walked towards the screen in the middle of the banquet.
At midday on a summer’s day, the sun was blazing and pervasive.
The sunlight squeezed in through the small holes in the bamboo weave seams of the pergola and mats and shone on Wang Yaozu who was walking slowly. After the sunlight filtered through the small holes, it shot in and became a ray of bright golden threads, shining on Wang Yaozu’s body, just like the lights of a modern stage focusing on the same, dazzling.
A protagonist posture.
The gazes of the crowd also moved along with Wang Yaozu’s footsteps.
The timing was right, the place was right, and the people were right.
Wang Yaozu felt that today was heaven’s fulfilment, so he became more and more confident and ambitious.
This kind of opportunity is a gift from heaven, if you don’t take it, you’re going against heaven.
In the limelight, Wang Yaozu came to the screen, and then made a contemplative look, pacing gently in front of the screen.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Walked to the seventh step, Wang Yaozu violently stopped his footsteps, a pair of eyes suddenly glittering up, brilliant as the sun, movement dashingly stretched out his right hand to take down the brush on the side, three fingers double hooks to hold up the brush.
At the same time, Wang Yaozu’s left hand directly held up the ink stone, the right hand of the brush skilfully dipped into the ink, then the brush pointing to the screen, the text does not add a little, sound writing up.
After the brush fell, it did not stop, there are left and right holding the ink stone, dipping ink is also fluent.
One hand pen ceaselessly, one hand holding the ink stone to receive.
Movement elegant and skilful.
For a time, the brush as in the hands of Wang Yaozu danced beautifully, continuous, enjoying the silky smoothness.
Speaking of which, Wang Yaozu is also a person who is very good at grasping and creating opportunities, although the poem he wrote has long been conceived in his mind for several years, but today he still intentionally made a look of haste, interpreting the feeling of being rushed to the shelf, and then intentionally followed Cao Zhi’s example to come up with such a seven-step poem.
When he was writing, Wang Yaozu’s sleeves were fluttering, his movements were dashing with elegance, and elegance with poise.
At this moment, it seems that Wang Yaozu is not a person writing poems, he inherited the glorious tradition of China for five thousand years, Cao Zijian, Wang Xizhi, Su Dongpo, Li Bai, Du Fu in this moment of soul possession!
At this moment he was not writing poetry alone, not alone!
“Sizzle ……”
“Seven steps into a poem? Ta-Jen Wang is a great talent.”
“In ancient times, there was Cao Zijian, now there’s Wang Yaozu, seven steps into a poem, how fortunate.”
“This calligraphy of Lord Wang has reached a higher level. Watching Lord Wang write is like watching a dance or music, it’s pleasing to the eyes. Without decades of accumulation, one cannot reach this level.”
As Wang Yaozu wrote his poem in seven steps, the crowd commented on it and voiced their appreciation.
Listening to the appreciation of the crowd in his ears, Wang Yaozu’s heart and soul was stirred up, huh, he was also inspired to follow the example of Cao Zijian to write a poem in seven steps, did not expect the effect is even more ideal than imagined, huh, I’m really a genius ah.
Wang Yaozu under the excitement, the hand of the brush also followed the jump down, almost write a wrong than, but fortunately, Wang Yaozu in time to collect back, just a cross slightly longer only, in time to save a little, and does not affect the view.
Calm down, I want to be calm.
Wang Yaozu exhaled a deep breath, and continued to use his pen like flying, and splashed the remaining half of the poem on the screen.
Soon after
Wang Yaozu stopped the brush, put the brush on the table, turned to face the crowd and arched his hand, with a face of pride but pretended to be modest, said: “A poor work, to make a fool of myself, the right to think that the brick of jade.”
Then, he returned to his seat.
Bamboo Chopsticks
Attentive to the bamboo chopsticks, sweet and bitter you taste first.
The flavour is good for others, but you are busy coming and going.
On the screen, Wang Yaozu’s poem “Winging Bamboo Chopsticks” jumped out.
“Good poem, using objects as metaphors, this ‘Winging Bamboo Chopsticks’ by Lord Wang expresses the spirit of selflessness of chopsticks to the fullest.”
Wang Yaozu’s friend was very supportive and was the first to high-five in admiration.
“Great goodness! It looks like a simple pair of bamboo chopsticks, but it is full of selflessness and dedication. Your Excellency Wang’s original idea of using chopsticks as a metaphor for people has a great depth of meaning, this poem is easy to understand, but it has a far-reaching meaning.”
“Well, not bad, not bad.”
“What a rare and good poem.”
After the officials present savoured the poem, they gave a superior evaluation of Wang Yaozu’s poem.
Listening to the praises of the crowd, Wang Yaozu, who returned to his seat, like a general returning to the court after a victory, glanced at Zhu Pingan with an air of success, with a face of complacency and pride, only to realise that Zhu Pingan was over there, eating with a face of intoxication and contentment, and didn’t notice himself at all, so it was really a waste of his expression.
Wine bag and rice bag!
Wang Yaozu expressed his deep contempt for Zhu Pingan.
“Sir Wang, the poem is well written.”
Wang Yaozu had only finished despising Zhu Pingan when he turned back, but he heard a praise from Zhu Pingan.
Turning his head.
Wang Yaozu then saw that Zhu Pingan was chewing while extending his right hand to give himself a thumbs up.
“Ahem, Ta-Jen Zhu is overpraising, I think Ta-Jen Zhu’s masterpiece is even better ……”
Before Wang Yaozu finished his words, he saw Zhu Pingan lowering his head, taking a bite of the dish, putting it into his mouth, and while chewing, he said, “This chopped gold finely chopped jade is worthy of being the best flavour in the Southeast that was praised by Emperor Yang, who was so extravagant and ate all the delicacies in the world, and the flavour is really something that makes people crave for it, and Ta-Jen Wang also tasted it.”
Golden finely chopped jade!
A famous southeastern dish that has been long known since the Sui and Tang dynasties, with dried perch chopped after frost as the raw material, soaked in clean water, marinated in honey condiments, wrapped in a cloth to drain the water, thinly sliced fish slices, then paired with chopped Fragrant Soft Flower Leaves, adorned with Fragrant Soft Flower Fringes, and then tossed with fine strands of golden orange. Tender white like jade sea bass fillets, verdant fragrant soft flower leaves, purple and red eye-catching fragrant soft flower spikes, the whole dish is bright and colourful, such as gold like jade. Even if it is extravagant, eat all the world’s food of Emperor Yang of Sui, travelling to Jiangdu, ate Suzhou offered this chopped gold finely chopped jade can not help but marvel: gold finely chopped jade, Southeast good taste!
Immediately melt in the mouth, colour and flavour, far more delicious than modern sashimi or something a hundred times.
After Zhu Pingan tasted it, he couldn’t stop chopping his chopsticks.
“No, Sir Zhu, you take your time to eat.”
Wang Yaozu shook his head and said coldly, turning his head and no longer talking to Zhu Pingan. In his heart, he despised very much, rice bucket, you think everyone is like you, eat eat eat, just know how to eat!
Eat!
The more you eat, the more glorious I am.
Often heard people say that eating more, the head is not good, hum, and let you eat a lot of food, the image of the rice bucket erected, after a while then let you look good.
With this thought in mind, Wang Yaozu turned away and talked with his friend, no longer paying attention to the foodie Zhu Pingan.
The corners of Zhu Pingan’s mouth curved up as he buried his head in enjoying the golden finely chopped jade.
Wang Yaozu’s heart thoughts, Zhu Pingan could guess a***, but, huh, unfortunately, destined to disappoint Lord Wang.
In terms of poetry and song, can you compare to hundreds of years of masterpieces? In terms of an actor’s self-cultivation, you are still far from it. The Rise of the Cold Door
