Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1449: Thank Taizu
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Since Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the brush, the scene was quiet for a few seconds. These seconds were only a moment, but countless thoughts flashed in everyone's mind.
The students on the scene are curious about what poem Zhou Qingfeng is going to write, and wonder how his words are written? Most people do not report any expectations, after all, the identity of Zhou Qingfeng is an actor. It is good that the actor can write his name this year. What calligraphy is required?
Zhou Qingfeng's own thoughts needless to say, this will be a little annoying that he has practiced writing for Mao Daohua's dim sum.
The old woman named Long stood behind her side, her face was smiling, but she was wandering all kinds of cynicism. In her view, people in the Mainland have more than passion and insufficient precipitation, and their cultural heritage is far behind that of Hong Kong and Taiwan.
Which film critic in Hong Kong is also staring at the back, Zhou Qingfeng has criticized the Hong Kong directors who filmed the "Anti-Japanese Divine Drama" before, and things have become extremely troublesome. A series of news speculations have caused Hong Kong's criticism in the Mainland to plummet. Now mainlanders see Hong Kong as a downfall.
And the Tai Chi guru on the other side is also watching the joke mentality to see Zhou Qingfeng. In his view, a little white face who can only fist and embroider legs can become an international superstar, which is simply an insult to these professionals.
In just a few seconds, Zhou Qingfeng's breathing was tight. At this time, the fastest response was Lena Fox. Miss Fox knew the impulsive character and ability of Zhou Qingfeng. At first glance, he knew he was in trouble if he didn't do it for a long time.
"Victor, can I learn to write Chinese characters with you?" Lena jumped to Zhou Qingfeng a few steps, learning to scratch with a curious smile, "I think it must be very interesting."
"Will you write in Chinese?" Zhou Qingfeng asked in a low voice.
"I have studied Chinese for a while, and I write poems if you write them. It's always worse than writing here." Lena blinked and replied in a low voice.
Yeah, that's right!
Miss Fox is just like a divine book written as a ghost symbol. Chinese people will only smile with a goodwill. They will never feel that something is wrong.
And Lena came up, Katrina and three other buddies naturally followed. They all stood next to Zhou Qingfeng and said aloud that they would learn some traditional calligraphy of planting flowers.
Well ... the biggest embarrassment has disappeared!
And now the atmosphere is more intense, the star effect is showing, everyone wants to see how four foreigners write calligraphy. As for the writing, no one cares anyway. Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that it was a really correct decision to bring four companions today, otherwise he would not come to Taiwan.
He stabilized his mind, Zhou Qingfeng glanced back and smiled at his old woman, feeling unhappy for a while. He thought to himself: You **** Jiang Gong Jiang returned to the country? Restore you a ghost! Even a sour literati, dare to boast of culture? Let you see what is truly cultural.
After a few thoughts, Zhou Qingfeng said loudly to Lena: "Zhongshan winds and rains pale."
Zhou Qingfeng has a sturdy physique, full of energy, and his simple seven-word character has become sullen and frustrated, clear and clear, which makes people feel comfortable.
With a recitation, everyone in the entire hall of the staircase filled in a magnificent picture-as if the mountain stood in front of me, the long river coiled, the rain was thick, and the tiger was standing on the dragon plate. Between heaven and earth, there is a pair of invincible majesty.
Good poem!
Only one sentence of seven words, Mr. Shi Chuan, who was a Sinologist, immediately amazed with surprise. He quickly walked to Zhou Qingfeng and shouted with joy: "This sentence is very imposing, with a big heart, and it deserves great praise. I like it very much!"
Zhou Qingfeng smiled slightly, thinking that this level will finally pass today. Lena also wrote them out after asking them clearly. And the words she wrote are not bad, at least more beautiful than the Zhou Qingfeng dog crawling body.
And the seven words fell on the rice paper, even the old woman who just wanted to read the joke had to praise: "It is indeed a good poem, this sentence alone is quite the essence of poetry. Zhongshan? This refers to Nanjing Right. The old capital of the Republic of China is naturally unusual.
Nanjing is full of humanities and cultures, and has a lot of scenery. The tomb of the founding father is near Zhongshan. Jiang Gong also established a country here, with a long-term vision. This poem praises the scenery of Zhongshan, a few words make people fascinated, good, good, good! "
The old woman exaggerated several times, saying "the old capital of the Republic of China" and so on in her mouth repeatedly. Zhou Qingfeng is also very proud, thinking: this poem is of course better, no worse than Tang and Song poetry.
The old woman seems to be thinking about something, a look of longing. She asked Zhou Qingfeng again: "Did you write this poem?"
Eh ...?
Zhou Qingfeng's original proud face collapsed immediately. And Mr. Ishikawa also asked: "Is there only one sentence in this poem? Have you finished writing it later?"
You two are funny? Shake me deliberately!
"Of course I did not write this poem." Zhou Qingfeng said with a straight face.
The old woman immediately fell into deep thought. After a while, she said: "I have read famous poems since the Tang and Song Dynasties, but I have never seen this one. It is said that such a good poem, I ca n’t possibly not know."
Mr. Ishikawa also frowned, and asked after a long time: "Where did this poem come from?"
"Modern." Zhou Qingfeng continued to sneer.
"Modern!" Both the old woman and Ishikawa exclaimed. The two looked at the seven characters written on the paper by Lena again. They couldn't think of a poem written by such a poet in modern times.
"Please finish writing this poem." Ishikawa bowed towards Zhou Qingfeng, "I really want to read it."
Okay, Zhou Qingfeng felt that instead of encountering two teases, he encountered two frogs at the bottom of the well. They really don't know who wrote this poem?
Take a deep breath again, Zhou Qingfeng reads the first sentence of the whole poem aloud-Zhongshan winds and rains pale, and millions of heroes cross the river.
Pooh ..., many people in the staircase hall couldn't help laughing, they all had to spray!
However, the old woman and Ishikawa didn't know it. When they saw the second sentence, they were both stunned. How did the poem with the scene clearly run out of the "Million Army"?
"Lin-san, are you sure you are right?" Ishikawa looked at the first sentence of Lena, and his head twisted like a twist. The old woman's complexion changed, and she seemed to expect something but was not sure. In short, her expression was not natural.
Zhou Qingfeng said with certainty: "Yes, this is a seven-law."
Stop, don't laugh at this time!
Lena wrote a sentence, Katrina, Butcher and Minsk followed. Zhou Qingfeng read the whole poem in one breath.
"Zhongshan winds and turns yellow, and millions of heroes cross the river.
The tiger dragon dragon plate has won the past and the past is overwhelming and generous.
It is advisable to chase the remaining survivors bravely, not to be a master of learning.
If the sky is old, and the sky is old, the right way on earth is vicissitudes. "
After reading a poem, the audience burst into thunderous applause, which lasted for a long time. The atmosphere of the entire staircase hall was directly detonated. Even Zhou Qingfeng read half of it, and more than a thousand people in the hall followed it, sounding thunderous and angry!
The whole poem is majestic and magnificent, with an irresistible pride and strength. The spirit of not believing in ghosts and gods, not in fate, and changing one's life to change the world is shocking enough.
At the end of Zhou Qingfeng, he was also very powerful. He grabbed the brush and finally wrote the name of the poem-"People's Liberation Army captured Nanjing".
When the old woman saw that Zhou Qingfeng wrote Taizu ’s name on the bottom right of the poem, the whole person was stunned as if she had settled. Red and purple. She never imagined that the author of this poem turned out to be Jiang's dead enemy!
This, this ..., why is it so human? Where does this face rest?