Tang Hepeng and Bai Hua were both a little absent-minded when they went to class in the morning.
In class, someone asked Bai Hua: "Teacher Bai, are you looking forward to Wang Qian's poems?"
Bai Hua smiled at the students and said, "Of course I am looking forward to it. If there is anyone in the domestic poetry world whose works I can look forward to, it is only Professor Wang! In order to let Professor Wang release new works as soon as possible, I registered and recharged on Qianqian Jingting and downloaded all his music works."
In class, everyone gave Bai Hua applause.
Last month, Bai Hua explained Wang Qian's poems in class for a week, one after another, and deeply analyzed Wang Qian's poems.
Bai Hua once said in class: The emergence of Professor Wang has raised the level of domestic literary circles to a higher level.
This statement caused some controversy in the field of literature and history at Zhejiang University.
Bai Hua was also called by the teaching and research group to be criticized and told not to say such controversial words in the future.
However, Bai Hua did not take back his words.
The class is over.
Bai Hua walked out of the classroom, took out his mobile phone and checked Wang Qian's Weibo. He found that Wang Qian had not posted any new message. He was a little disappointed. He quickly walked to the office, put down his book, and came to Tang Hepeng's office.
Tang Hepeng had just returned from get out of class and was holding a brush, slowly writing calligraphy on the desk.
Bai Hua walked into the office without saying anything to disturb Tang Hepeng. He waited until Tang Hepeng finished writing a line of words stroke by stroke before he spoke: "Professor Tang's words already have the style of Professor Wang."
Tang Hepeng shook his head and said with emotion, "It's far from enough. I'm old and have not been writing for several years. Now I can't keep up with the physical strength. As the saying goes, it's hard to draw the bones of a tiger than the skin. I have studied Professor Wang's calligraphy carefully for nearly a month, and I can only regard it as a preliminary imitation. If I want to write with real style, I'm still a long way off. I heard that Lu Chunhu has already practiced some style, but I haven't seen it yet."
Bai Hua smiled and said, "Yesterday, Professor Lu came to the department and had an argument with Director Chen. He forcibly moved away several blackboards that Professor Wang had left behind."
Tang Hepeng also laughed: "Old Lu just likes calligraphy. Last time when Professor Wang finished his lecture, Old Lu moved all the blackboards back home to study. Director Chen came to his house several times to ask for them back but he didn't get them back. Old Lu tried his best to protect them. Later, Director Chen took the students to move them away while Old Lu was not at home. Old Lu was so angry that he didn't eat for several days. He secretly came to the department several times to move the blackboards back, but unfortunately he couldn't find them. This time he finally found them and moved them away."
Bai Hua: "Only a few were taken away. Director Chen was afraid that Professor Lu would get angry and hurt himself, so he agreed to let him take a few. The remaining blackboards are kept in a special warehouse. Many people go there to observe every day, and I also go there occasionally to take a look."
Tang Hepeng glanced at Bai Hua and said, "If you like calligraphy, you can't miss it. I go to watch it for an hour every day, and then continue practicing when I come back. I have learned the basics. It is not easy to practice the Slender Gold Style to have the temperament of Professor Wang."
Bai Hua thought about it and nodded seriously: "I can just practice hard pen calligraphy, forget about brush calligraphy."
Tang Hepeng smiled and said, "That's fine. You're still young. Practicing calligraphy can help you calm down."
They sat down and had a cup of tea.
Tang Hepeng then looked at the page on the computer, which was Wang Qian's Weibo page, and said, "Professor Wang hasn't released any works yet, which is a bit slow. Could it be that he wants to wait until the new song has been downloaded 20 million times before releasing it? Now it has exceeded 15 million."
Bai Hua asked curiously, "Professor Tang, have you also registered for Qianqian Jingting?"
Tang Hepeng blushed with embarrassment and said with a smile, "Well, I registered, recharged ten yuan, and downloaded Professor Wang's new song "The Earth" and several piano pieces. The piano pieces are all pretty good and suitable for me to listen to. No wonder Zhejiang Conservatory of Music's Lao Peng praised Professor Wang so much. I understand now."
Tang Hepeng doesn't like pop and rock music very much, as he thinks it's too noisy. He finds it nice to listen to piano music and practice calligraphy.
After the last blow and the subsequent face-to-face communication with Wang Qian, Tang Hepeng's entire lifestyle changed. He became much kinder and more cheerful towards others, and he also found his interests and hobbies in life.
Bai Hua suggested: "Listen to Professor Wang's Ordinary Road. You, the old you, would definitely like it."
Tang Hepeng was curious: "Oh? Then I'll download it and try it out. Anyway, I have ten yuan to spend."
As he spoke, Tang Hepeng logged onto Qian Qian Jing Ting and downloaded Wang Qian's Ordinary Road and Your Past.
… …
Capital city.
Xue Zhenguo and his daughter Xue Man also practiced calligraphy at home in the morning.
and.
The two of them stood in front of a table each, holding a brush and writing seriously, occasionally looking up at a huge LCD TV on the wall in front of them.
The image played on the LCD TV was a video of Wang Qian giving a lecture at Zhejiang University.
The video was specially edited by Xue Man, and only the details of Wang Qian writing on the blackboard were edited.
Every stroke has been slowed down!
You can clearly see the details of the strokes of each character written by Wang Qian.
The father and daughter have been practicing for half a month, and stacks of paper are filled with various Chinese characters in the Slender Gold style.
The two of them filled the white paper without saying a word.
Xue Zhenguo put down the brush and watched the slowed-down video again, carefully observing the movements of Wang Qian's wrist and the way he put the pen down when he wrote. He said softly, "Wang Qian's calligraphy skills are amazing. When he writes, every stroke is obviously a result of long-term practice, and it has become an instinct."
Xue Man also put down her brush, looked at the video screen, and said softly: "Yes, it's a pity that I can't get the blackboard to observe and learn up close."
Xue Zhenguo's eyes flashed with anger and a bitter smile: "Those people at Zhejiang University collected the blackboard used by Wang Qian and treasured it very much. Chen Xiangdong said I could go and have a look, but I couldn't borrow it. Last month, several people from the Beijing Calligraphy Association went to Zhejiang University to have a look for a few days, and when they came back they said they had gained something."
Xue Man smiled and said, "I'll go take a look when I have time. I'll take a few photos and bring them back to enlarge and print them out so that we can learn from them."
Xue Zhenguo shook his head and said seriously: "It's different. Just look at the photos and videos. They are different from the real thing. The spirit and energy on it are too different."
Xue Man: "Then let's find a way to exchange some blackboards with Zhejiang University. Didn't Professor Wang leave more than a dozen blackboards for them? There are so many, so it shouldn't be a big deal to give us a few."
Xue Zhenguo got angry when he talked about this, and said coldly: "Chen Xiangdong has a nice dream. He wants a copy of Mr. Hai Bing's manuscript, but he can only exchange it for a blackboard. He is dreaming!"
Xue Man's eyes widened when she heard her father's words: "Mr. Hai Bing's manuscript? Zhejiang University really dares to speak up!"
Hai Bing is the pen name of a great writer from Kyoto University and one of the representatives of the Chinese Department of Kyoto University. The few manuscripts he left behind can be regarded as cultural relics. In recent years, some wealthy people have offered hundreds of thousands of dollars to purchase them as collections, but Kyoto University has refused.
Now…
Zhejiang University actually wants to use a blackboard written on by Wang Qian to exchange for the manuscript of a deceased great writer
Are you talking in your sleep
Although several of Wang Qian's works are excellent, his calligraphy is also truly unique, creating a calligraphy style that has never been seen among the ancients in the past thousands of years.
However, after all, these are the only works he has produced, and the time is too short. How can they be compared with Mr. Hai Bing, who left behind several long literary works
Xue Zhenguo got angry when he thought about this.
He felt that Zhejiang University was humiliating him and Peking University.
Xue Zhenguo said calmly: "Let them guard those blackboards."
Xue Man smiled and said, "Next year, we will invite Professor Wang to give lectures at Peking University. Can't we keep the blackboard Professor Wang used? We will try to get Professor Wang to write more words, more than the one at Zhejiang University."
Xue Zhenguo smiled without commenting.
He was not used to and did not like the idea of taking a young person so seriously.
Seniority-based promotion is something that has been ingrained into everyone’s DNA in the literary circle!
Especially Xue Zhenguo and the older generation, such as Xue Man, they are not too serious!
However, Xue Zhenguo and others have always believed that no matter how talented young people are, it is difficult for them to be accepted by the upper class!
Too young, too young!
You are wrong.
No matter how talented you are.
No matter how amazing your writing is.
As long as you are young.
Then you are not qualified and still need so-called training and accumulation of experience.
As long as you have enough experience and deep enough connections, even if you write about shit, piss and fart, there will be a large group of people who will tout it as a masterpiece.
Xue Zhenguo couldn't stand many things in the circle and was unhappy about them.
However, he still instinctively maintains this so-called tradition.
bite!
A notification sound came from Xue Man’s phone.
This was a special setting she made. Whenever Wang Qian posted a new Weibo message, he would give her a special reminder sound.
"Professor Wang sent a message, let me take a look!"
Xue Man immediately picked up the phone next to her, opened the screen and started looking.
Enter Weibo!
It turned out that Wang Qian had indeed just sent a Weibo message.
"Sorry, I came back very late last night. I was so tired that I just woke up. I see you all gave me a surprise. Now the number of downloads of Dadi has exceeded 15 million. This is a surprise you gave me. This data has definitely met my expectations, and the current improvement is very obvious."
"I'm glad that everyone likes this song. I'll edit it a bit and then show you a new poem I wrote."
After reading it, Xue Man was a little disappointed.
It is not for publishing works.
However, she still liked and forwarded the package.
Xue Zhenguo asked hurriedly: "How is it? What work did you publish? Read it out loud for me to hear."
Xue Man shook her head: "He hasn't posted it yet. He said he just got up and would post it after organizing his thoughts."
Xue Zhenguo: "This kid's works are indeed exciting. In today's literary world, there are very few people who can make me look forward to this."
Xue Man smiled and said, "Very few people? I can't tell. Who else is worth my anticipation? Senior Sister Dongmei can barely be considered halfway. I am embarrassed to read the poems written by those other people. There are also a large group of people praising them. I even doubt whether these people have ever been to school."
Xue Man thought of the works of the vice chairman of a writers' association in a northwestern province, all kinds of vulgar shit and piss and fart, and there was a group of people praising him, just because his father was old enough and had many famous works, his descendants could even inherit the position of vice chairman of the shoe-making association by relying on his shit and piss and fart works!
This made the young man Xue Man speechless.
Xue Zhenguo fell silent and thought about it carefully.
It seems that in the field of poetry, he really can't think of anyone else's work that he looks forward to so much.
Perhaps, he is more accepting of the works of some talented authors.
However, there is no new work that has not yet been published that he is so looking forward to.
bite!
There is new news again.
Xue Man immediately opened Wang Qian’s Weibo.
I saw a work had appeared on the page and was published by Wang Qian.
Xue Man's eyes lit up, and she whispered: "September 9th, Double Ninth Festival, homesickness, this is the title, it looks like an ancient poem."
Xue Zhenguo couldn't wait any longer, so he came over to take a look without waiting for Xue Manyan to finish.
"Being a stranger in a strange land,"
"Every festive occasion brings more thoughts of family members."
"I know my brothers are climbing high."
"There is one less person wearing dogwood branches."
The father and daughter finished reading the short four-line poem very quickly.
Xue Zhenguo read it carefully again, talking to himself.
"As a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family all the more during festivals. I know my brothers are climbing the mountain, but there is one less person wearing dogwood branches?"
"There's one less person wearing dogwood? What does that mean? What is dogwood?"
Xue Zhenguo showed some doubts on his face and started to think about it carefully.
Xue Man quickly searched online and said, "In some places, there is a custom of climbing high places on the Double Ninth Festival, and there is also a custom of inserting dogwood on the head to ensure safety. There are records in ancient books..."
Xue Zhenguo nodded, he had remembered it.
Some ancient poems and essays mentioned dogwood when writing about the Double Ninth Festival!
However, these works are not very famous, so he didn't think of them at once.
Then after thinking carefully, he remembered.
"Wang Qian has a deep literary background."
Xue Zhenguo praised: "This poem does not have sad words, but it expresses the loneliness of being in a foreign land and the longing for relatives in hometown. The more I think about it, the more I feel it is worth savoring."
“Another excellent piece…”
With the last sentence, Xue Zhenguo let out a long sigh, his expression and tone were somewhat complicated!
I don’t know whether to be happy or sad.
I am glad to see such a masterpiece come out.
What is worrying is that Wang Qian’s talent in ancient poetry is indeed unparalleled in the world and no one can compare to him.
This kind of work would be considered a masterpiece in an era when many literary masters emerged in ancient times, but Wang Qian published them one after another as if they were worthless!
How do other writers of the same era survive
How can the so-called seniors in the Writers Association, who spend their days feasting and fighting for power and seniority, have face
Xue Zhenguo is looking forward to Wang Qian's work this time. He has the complex emotion of expecting Wang Qian to continue to publish excellent works, but also expecting Wang Qian to fail and release a very ordinary or even bad work to lower his previous reputation!
Xue Man also read it carefully several times, then nodded and said, "Well, it is indeed a good piece of work."
Xue Man picked up the brush and wrote the poem stroke by stroke on a piece of white paper. She then liked and reposted Wang Qian's work on Weibo, and commented: "A good work, using the allusion of dogwood. The first sentence directly hits the theme, "As a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during festivals." Although the narration is plain, it makes people feel homesick. The plain tone contains the true feelings, and the allusions used later in the poem intensify the emotions of homesickness and missing family."
"This is a really good ancient poem about the Double Ninth Festival."
launch!
Xue Man took a photo of the words she wrote with a brush and sent it out.
Xue Zhenguo took out his mobile phone and checked Weibo, and found that many people in the literary and artistic circles he followed had made some comments on this work.
Among them, Tang Hepeng also commented: "This is another excellent ancient poem, which is no worse than several famous poems about the Double Ninth Festival in history. Professor Wang's works have never disappointed me."
Xue Zhenguo said calmly: "This old Tang keeps bragging about Wang Qian."
Xue Man didn't say anything, but looked at Wang Qian's Weibo, hoping that Wang Qian would reply to her and interact with her.
However, she waited for more than a minute but still did not receive a reply from Wang Qian, and a look of disappointment appeared on her face.
Xue Man also looked through the people in the literary circle she followed, and frowned slightly when she saw a name.
Guo Zhuangzhuang
This guy was taught a lesson by Wang Qian in a classroom at Zhejiang University last time. After disappearing for a while, he jumps out again now
Xue Man stared at the phone screen.
Guo Zhuangzhuang posted the latest news a minute ago: "This poem is considered a masterpiece among the Double Ninth Festival poems. A female friend of mine recently wrote a poem about the Double Ninth Festival and was thinking of asking Professor Wang for advice. Since my friend doesn't like Weibo and doesn't have an account, I'll post it on her behalf."
"Intoxicated by the shade of flowers, the autumn wind is high and refreshing, and the moonlight is thick."
"… "
Xue Man carefully read the new work released by Guo Zhuangzhuang, and immediately said to her father: "Dad, look at Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo, he posted an ancient poem about Chongyang Festival, I took a look, it seems to be the work of Senior Sister Dongmei."
Xue Zhenguo was stunned, then he looked at the work posted by Guo Zhuangzhuang, read it for a while, and said softly: "It is indeed a good graceful poem, with the tune of Zui Huayin, and it was also written for the Double Ninth Festival. The style is a bit like Dongmei's style. But how could Dongmei be with Guo Zhuangzhuang?"
Xue Man shook her head: "I don't know. Senior Sister Dong Mei is a professor at Shancheng University. She shouldn't be familiar with Guo Zhuangzhuang."
Xue Zhenguo also shook his head in confusion: "She hasn't called me recently. She should tell me when she returns to Beijing to find me at the end of the year."
Xue Man: "I think that Senior Sister Dongmei might have been tricked by Guo Zhuangzhuang into publishing her work. Senior Sister Dongmei doesn't use Weibo and doesn't like to surf the Internet. I guess she didn't know what was going on, but was tricked by Guo Zhuangzhuang into publishing her work."
Xue Zhenguo nodded: "It's possible. This girl is even more old-fashioned than me. It's possible that she was deceived by someone with impure thoughts like Guo Zhuangzhuang. However, the level of this ci is still a little different from Wang Qian's poem. However, one is an ancient poem and the other is an ancient ci, so it's hard to say."
"Guo Zhuangzhuang did this on purpose."
He deliberately asked Wang Qian for advice using ancient poetry so that he could not respond with this poem.
Otherwise, you lose directly.
In terms of writing style, Wang Qian's poems are obviously better and more like works of ancient literary masters.
However, the ancient poem released by Guo Zhuangzhuang does not have such a strong ancient flavor. People with a deep literary background can tell at a glance that it is the work of a modern person.
If you don't write the author's name on Wang Qian's works and just look at the works, you would almost think that they are the masterpieces of some ancient literary giant.
That's the gap.
However, Guo Zhuangzhuang said it was an ancient poem.
Then, Wang Qian had to respond with ancient poetry, or pretend not to see it.
Many people in the literary circle noticed this incident and began to pay attention to it.
Wang Qian’s popularity is already extremely high.
Therefore, many of Wang Qian's fans, as well as passers-by and netizens who were paying attention to this matter, all forwarded and liked the post, setting the pace.
"Professor Wang's poem looks very good, but Guo Zhuangzhuang's work also looks very good."
"I finally got to see Professor Wang's masterpiece. It turned out to be an ancient poem. Amazing, amazing. Although I didn't quite understand it, I just gave a shout-out 666."
"Wait for the big guys to come and analyze it."
"Many big names in the literary world have applauded."
"I read the reviews by Xue Man and Professor Tang, and they both said it was an excellent work."
"Have you read Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo?"
"Guo Zhuangzhuang? The Guo Zhuangzhuang who was convicted of plagiarism but refused to admit it?"
"I've seen it. Guo Zhuangzhuang still has the nerve to come out and ask Professor Wang to teach him about ancient poetry. Hahahaha..."
…
Mountain city.
One is located in the riverside villa area.
Guo Zhuangzhuang stands on the roof terrace of a villa.
A few meters away, a woman wearing simple Hanfu was concentrating on writing with a brush in her hand. Her hair was tied in a bun and the brush was blowing in her ears. She looked like a woman who had walked out of a painting. She was standing in front of a mahogany desk, writing cursive script with great concentration, stroke by stroke.
Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled and said, "Dongmei, I just posted an ancient poem you wrote last year on the Internet and asked Professor Wang to comment on it. He didn't say anything for a while, maybe he was shocked by your work."
Xiao Dongmei didn't say anything until she finished writing a piece of calligraphy. She put down her brush and said softly, "Who are you trying to fool with my work again?"
The sound is like a hot spring, crisp and warm.
Guo Zhuangzhuang laughed and said, "I'm not kidding you. Professor Wang is really talented and amazing!"
Xiao Dongmei glanced at Guo Zhuangzhuang, with a halo of wisdom in her phoenix eyes: "Read me the work he just published."
Guo Zhuangzhuang: "Good. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family all the more during festivals. I know my brothers are climbing the mountain, but there is one less person wearing the dogwood branches. It is a good piece of work."
Xiao Dongmei stood on the edge of the villa roof, looking at the river view, and said softly: "This is not just a good work. If you don't say it was written by a living person today, but only look at the work, I would believe it if you say it was written by a great ancient person. My "Drunken Flower Shadows" is not good enough to compare with this poem."
"Besides, I'm not very good at ancient poetry."
Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled and said, "Yes, yes, you are not good at ancient poetry, but you are good at modern poetry! I know that you have published two collections of modern poetry! But, this Wang Qian is also good at modern poetry. Don't you want to see the modern poetry he wrote?"
Xiao Dongmei recalled the modern poems Guo Zhuangzhuang had shown her and said softly, "I've read them. They're all excellent, better than my masterpieces."
Guo Zhuangzhuang: "Dongmei, don't underestimate yourself. Your work is not worse than his, and even better. If you lose in this ancient poem, you can win back in modern poetry! I think you can do it!"
Xiao Dongmei smiled faintly: "So, you used me as a gun?"
Guo Zhuangzhuang: "No, it's what you said before, if there are good works, I'll show them to you..."
Xiao Dongmei interrupted Guo Zhuangzhuang: "Okay. Stop talking and go."
Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled awkwardly: "Dongmei..."
Xiao Dongmei: "Let's go, don't wait for me to get angry."
Guo Zhuangzhuang shrank his neck. He was in his forties and looked a little scared. "Okay, it's my fault. I'll take my leave now. I'll come to see you next time."
Having said that, Guo Zhuangzhuang turned around and prepared to leave.
However, he swiped his phone and saw Wang Qian’s reply. His eyes lit up and he immediately said, “Wait, Dongmei, he replied with a piece of work!”