I have a sword, and today I want to test its sharpness with you.
Wang Yaozu confidently stood up from his seat, bowed to everyone, glanced at Zhu Ping'an with disdain, and then walked towards the screen in the middle of the banquet with confidence and ambition.
At noon in summer, the sun is scorching and penetrates every pore.
The sunlight squeezed in through the small holes in the bamboo weaving of the pergola and the mat, shining on Wang Yaozu who was walking slowly. After being filtered through the small holes, the sunlight came in and became strands of shining golden threads, shining on Wang Yaozu, just like the lights on a modern stage focused, dazzling.
A protagonist attitude.
Everyone's eyes followed Wang Yaozu's footsteps.
The right time, the right place and the right people.
Wang Yaozu felt that today was God's way of making him perfect, so he became more confident and ambitious.
This opportunity is a gift from heaven. Not taking it would be against heaven.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wang Yaozu came to the screen, then pretended to be in deep thought and paced gently in front of the screen.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
When he reached the seventh step, Wang Yaozu suddenly stopped. His eyes suddenly became bright and shining like the sun. He stretched out his right hand gracefully, took the brush beside him, and picked up the brush with three fingers.
At the same time, Wang Yaozu held up the inkstone with his left hand, dipped the brush in his right hand into the ink skillfully, and then pointed the brush at the screen, and began to write without any punctuation.
After the brush fell, it did not stop. The inkstones were held on both sides, and the ink was dipped fluently.
One hand keeps writing while the other hand holds the inkstone.
The movements are elegant and skillful.
For a moment, the brush seemed to be dancing gracefully in Wang Yaozu's hands, moving continuously and smoothly.
Speaking of which, Wang Yaozu is also a person who is very good at seizing and creating opportunities. Although the poem he wrote had been conceived in his mind for several years, he still deliberately acted in a hasty manner today, acting as if he was being forced to do something. Then he deliberately imitated Cao Zhi and wrote a poem in seven steps.
When writing, Wang Yaozu's sleeves fluttered, his movements were graceful and elegant, and his elegance was full of grace.
At this moment, it seemed that Wang Yaozu was not writing poetry alone. He inherited the glorious tradition of China for five thousand years. The souls of Cao Zhi, Wang Xizhi, Su Dongpo, Li Bai and Du Fu were possessed at this moment!
At this moment he was not writing poetry alone, not alone!
"Hiss..."
"A poem in seven steps? Lord Wang is really talented."
"In ancient times, there was Cao Zijian, and now there is Wang Yaozu, who can compose a poem in seven steps. How lucky we are."
"Master Wang's calligraphy is really great. Watching Master Wang write is like watching a dance, it is pleasing to the eyes. Without decades of accumulation, it is impossible to reach this level."
When Wang Yaozu was writing the poem in "Seven Steps", everyone was commenting and praising him.
Listening to the praises from everyone around him, Wang Yaozu's heart was excited. Haha, he also had an idea and followed Cao Zijian's example to compose a poem in seven steps. Unexpectedly, the effect was even better than he had imagined. Haha, I am really a genius.
Wang Yaozu was so excited that the brush in his hand jumped and he almost made a mistake in writing a stroke. Fortunately, Wang Yaozu took it back in time. It was just a horizontal stroke that was a little longer. It was saved in time and did not affect the appearance.
Stay calm, I need to stay calm.
Wang Yaozu took a deep breath and continued to write quickly, splashing the remaining half of the poem on the screen.
soon
Wang Yaozu stopped writing and placed the brush on the table. He turned around, bowed to everyone, and said with a proud yet humble look on his face: "This is just a clumsy piece of writing. I'm sorry for my poor performance. I hope it will serve as a stepping stone to attract other people to write."
Then, return to your seat.
Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks
Be diligent and use the bamboo chopsticks to taste the sweetness and bitterness first.
Others are enjoying themselves, but you are busy coming and going for nothing.
On the screen, Wang Yaozu's poem "Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks" is vividly written.
"A good poem uses objects to describe people. Mr. Wang's poem "Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks" expresses the spirit of selfless dedication of chopsticks vividly."
Wang Yaozu's friends were very supportive and were the first to high-five and express their admiration.
"Great kindness! It may seem like a simple pair of bamboo chopsticks, but they contain a lot of selfless dedication. Lord Wang was very thoughtful and used chopsticks to represent people. This poem is easy to understand, but it has a profound meaning."
"Yeah, not bad, not bad."
“What a rare and wonderful poem.”
After appreciating the poem, the officials present gave an excellent evaluation of Wang Yaozu's poem.
Listening to everyone's praise, Wang Yaozu returned to his seat. Like a victorious general returning to the capital, he glanced at Zhu Ping'an with the attitude of a winner, smug and proud. Then he found that Zhu Ping'an was eating so happily and contentedly that he didn't notice him at all. What a waste of his expression.
Good-for-nothing!
Wang Yaozu expressed deep contempt for Zhu Pingan.
"Sir Wang, the poem is well written."
Wang Yaozu had just finished despising Zhu Ping'an, and when he turned around, he heard Zhu Ping'an's praise.
Turn your head.
Wang Yaozu saw that Zhu Ping'an stretched out his right hand and gave him a thumbs up while chewing.
"Ahem, Master Zhu, thank you for your compliment. I'm sure your masterpiece will be even better..."
Before Wang Yaozu finished speaking, he saw Zhu Ping'an lower his head again, picked up a bite of food, put it in his mouth, and said while chewing, "This golden minced meat and jade minced meat is indeed a delicacy from the southeast that was praised by the extravagant and licentious Emperor Yang of Sui who ate all the delicacies in the world. The taste is really irresistible. Lord Wang should try it too."
Golden minced meat and jade minced meat!
This Southeast famous dish has been famous since the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It uses dried perch sashimi after frost as the raw material. After soaking in clear water, it is marinated with honey and seasoning, wrapped in cloth to drain out the water, sliced into thin slices, and then served with cut fragrant and soft flowers and leaves, decorated with fragrant and soft flower spikes, and then mixed with fine strands of golden orange. The tender white perch slices, the lush and tender flowers and leaves, and the dazzling purple and red fragrant and soft flower spikes make the whole dish bright and eye-catching, like gold and jade. Even the arrogant and extravagant Emperor Yang of Sui, who ate all the delicacies in the world, couldn't help but praise this golden and jade sashimi presented by Suzhou when he visited Jiangdu: Golden and jade sashimi, a delicacy from the Southeast!
It melts in your mouth, has great color and flavor, and is a hundred times more delicious than modern sashimi.
After Zhu Ping'an tasted it, he couldn't put his chopsticks down.
"No, Master Zhu, please take your time eating."
Wang Yaozu shook his head and said coldly, then turned his head and stopped talking to Zhu Pingan. He was very contemptuous in his heart, "You good-for-nothing, do you think everyone is like you? Eat, eat, eat, and only know how to eat!"
Eat it!
The more useless you are, the more glorious I will be.
People often say that if you eat too much, your brain won't work well. Humph, I'll let you eat as much as you want and make you look like a glutton. I'll teach you a lesson later.
With this thought in mind, Wang Yaozu turned around and started chatting with his friends, no longer paying attention to the foodie Zhu Pingan.
Zhu Ping'an, who was enjoying the delicious food, had a smile on his face.
Zhu Ping'an could guess most of what Wang Yaozu was thinking, but, haha, unfortunately, he was destined to disappoint Lord Wang.
In terms of poetry and songs, can you compare with the masterpieces of hundreds of years? In terms of self-cultivation as an actor, you are still far behind.