Early on the 29th morning, Qianjia's grandfather asked Qian Maimai to take her calligraphy tools outside.
Do you want to spot check your own calligraphy situation? Hidden wheat and trees are all soldiers, his heart is beating, and he hurriedly took the homework prepared in advance last night and went out to the outside.
Grandpa Qianjia took a closer look, and nodded slightly in thought: "It's a so-so. Practice it. You will write the Spring Festival couplets at home next year. This year, you should write a pair of stickers in your room first."
Qian Mai's heart was overwhelmed with joy, but his face was still a mere eunuch. She really expected it. The Qianjia grandfather remained silent and slammed back a carbine: "Liu's body wins with skinny. Your handwriting is lacking in writing. Instead of writing it out, the skinny gives people a stiff and restrained look. I feel... "BaLaBaLaBaLa, anyway, it’s not good here, bad here, if the mental quality of the latent wheat is strong enough, and the skin is thick enough, otherwise I will really be ashamed and can’t eat for three days.
Afterwards, Qianjia Grandpa spread out the cut red paper one by one, pouring ink, strokes, and strokes in one go. It turned out to be writing Spring Festival couplets. When I want to come for a demonstration at ordinary times, I have adapted to the beginner's situation of Qianmai. At this time, the old man has no scruples and sways freely. The written characters are obviously with willows and grass, the lines are old and awkward, the knots are stable and dynamic, and the characters are bold and unrestrained. But there is no lack of elegance and handsomeness. On the whole, it looks very comfortable and beautiful, and I can't help but admire it from the bottom of my heart, even if I am trained, I am convinced.
"Five lakes and four seas are all*, and thousands of waters and thousands of mountains are full of glory.-Vientiane is renewed."
"Everything goes smoothly and the stars are here, and everything goes well.-Wealth."
"Spring is full of flowers in the world, and Fulin Xiaoyuan is always safe in all seasons.-Celebrate the Spring Festival."
"The yingge and swallow dance are sunny in the sun, and the sun is everywhere red. The green bamboo dances in the wind in front of the court, and the ripe fruit and grain are rich and rich."
It’s a good foundation. It’s a good idea to memorize it. Qian Mai asked puzzledly: "Grandpa, I have written a lot. Even if we count the main room, we don't need so much?"
Grandpa Qianjia continued to write without raising his head: "Except for personal use, Zuo Shou Wu and Yang Jiabao have come over to ask for it. They can't write, so let's write some copies to them by the way."
It turned out to be Spring Festival couplet diplomacy. It took less than an hour to write all of them. While they were spread out and waited to dry, Grandpa Qianjia said, "Wait, every couplet in the village will be posted. You can go to every door to check it out. In this village There are too many people who write well, especially those at the gate of Gong Xiangong. You have to look carefully."
Qianmai was ordered to send the spring couplets and went straight to the courtyard of Shuixian's house. To say that the yard is actually nothing in name, except for a small circle of soil walls, the courtyard has been demolished and rebuilt a two-story brick house. It should have been newly built, it hasn't had time to paint outside at this moment. The room was newly decorated. On the large red sandalwood carving table, a pair of two catty red candles were lit, reflecting the red and jubilation of the whole hall. The Spring Festival couplets on the door and the main hall are indeed simple and gentle, without losing the strength of the muscles and bones. Khan, today I was criticized for not being "skinny", so I saw "bones" wherever I went.
"Gentle breeze and rain, love and happiness, and happy New Year; Jinxiu Jinyun, Jinhui Jinyin, Jinzhang welcoming the New Year." Qianmai knows every word, but the explanation is not clear when combined, weird. The fonts complement each other, which is quirky and charming.
Just looking attentively, a young sister-in-law walked out of the inner room, looked up and down the latent wheat a few times in a puzzled manner, and said softly and kindly: "Little girl, our sugar cake has just been off the stove, and I can’t cut it today. You tomorrow Come here again, I promise to cut the meaty pieces for you."
ORZ, did the six words "I want to ask for sugar cake" written on his face? Qian Mai hurriedly waved his hand, hiding his face and rushing home.