Debut After Eight Years Chapter 119

The blackboard used by Wang Qian was placed on the steps in front of the first row of seats.

At this time, many people carefully scrutinized every word written by Wang Qian!

After a closer look, I discovered that among these few words, we already have the style of everyone and our own unique style!

Chen Xiangdong, Tang Hepeng, Jiang Xing, Cao Wenfang, Fang Guoshu and other people in the front row all looked at the blackboard one after another.

Those thin gold chalk characters, every stroke and stroke, seemed to reveal a kind of vigorous edge, really like a silver hook iron painting, and a thin and rich sense of contradiction.

Jiang Xing whispered in a slightly shocked voice: "It's really a good word!"

Cao Wenfang: "There is everyone's style, this is a kind of calligraphy I have never seen before."

Lu Chunhu was even more direct. He personally walked forward, picked up the blackboard, and moved forward again, almost close to him, staring at every word on it!

Cao Wenfang said dissatisfiedly: "Professor Lu, we can't see you like this."

Lu Chunhu smiled and said, "You don't practice calligraphy, so you can read it for nothing!"

Cao Wenfang glared: "Then what do you see?"

Lu Chunhu still stared at the words on the blackboard, and said softly: "I have seen a whole new field of calligraphy."

Several people around were silent.

All felt the excitement and love in his heart from Lu Chunhu's words!

Everyone knows that Lu Chunhu loves calligraphy the most. Up to now, he will practice calligraphy for at least two or three hours every day, and sometimes he still writes for half a day.

This also proved.

Wang Qian's calligraphy may not be simple.

Therefore, many people who are more fond of calligraphy turned their eyes to the blackboard in front of Lu Chunhu!

And at the same time!

More people are watching Wang Qian on the podium.

Because Wang Qian is writing.

From Wang Qian's writing movements, we can see more about his calligraphy.

but……

At this moment, there were a series of exclamations in the audience.

Tang Hepeng, who was staring at the blackboard, clenched his fists in excitement, his eyes widened: "Good poem, good poem!"

Lu Chunhu, Jiang Xing, and Chen Xiangdong, who were concerned about the calligraphy on the blackboard, looked up at the blackboard on the podium.

Only then found out...

Wang Qian has already written lines on the blackboard.

And the scene.

Exclamation, discussion one after another!

Obviously.

Everyone's emotions are a bit agitated.

Lu Chunhu immediately followed the words on the blackboard and began to read in a low voice.

"It's a good place to be bright and sunny,"

"The mountains are empty and rainy."

"If West Lake is better than Xizi,"

"Heavy makeup and light makeup are always good."

Lu Chunhu also widened his eyes immediately, and read it softly again!

Around, the voices chanting these four poems kept ringing.

Everyone is an insider. After reciting these poems several times, they have already understood these poems thoroughly and understood the meaning expressed in them.

Cao Wenfang said excitedly: "A good poem is indeed a good poem! This poem, among the best ancient poems that I have seen describing the West Lake in the past, can be regarded as a masterpiece, and the last two sentences are the finishing touches. Compared to the Xizi of the four beauties. This kid is amazing."

Tang Hepeng also excitedly said: "Wang Qian's accomplishments in ancient literary works, I think it may be unique in our modern times. Who can compare with him in the field of ancient literary works in modern times? This poem was published, which further established him. Position in the field of ancient literature."

Several people around listened, although their faces were calm and did not make a statement, it is impossible for their seniors to admire a young man.

The field of literature is the most serious in terms of seniority. No matter how many good works you publish, but you are not young, your status in the circle will not be too high. There will be a lot of works with nothing but old age. For you, all kinds of reliance on the old and the old in words are pressing on your head, and you can't refute it, unless you don't want to get approval from the circle, otherwise you have to endure it, and you have to respectfully confess.

However, they all agreed with Tang Hepeng's words.

after all!

In recent decades, the Chinese literary world has vigorously promoted modern poetry, modern prose and other modern literary works in order to popularize education.

Ancient cultural works have almost become a lost research type.

It's been a long time since there have been any works of ancient literature that make people's eyes shine.

Until recently the appearance of Wang Qian.

Bang bang ......

Tang Hepeng applauded first.

Then, Lu Chunhu, Chen Xiangdong, Jiang Xing and others also clapped and applauded.

The people behind are naturally the same, and applaud together.

Xu Xiaoxiao and Qin Xuerong clapped their hands with great applause.

Xu Xiaoxiao said to Xu Wenwen next to him: "Professor Wang's poem describes the West Lake very well, sister, what about the poem you tried to write last time?"

Xu Wenwen flushed unnaturally, and then shook his head: "No, I think I didn't write well, so I threw it away."

Xu Xiaoxiao did not entangle her sister's previous works. She looked at the two works on the blackboard and said: "Guo Zhuangzhuang's modern poem is barely acceptable, but compared with Professor Wang's ancient poem, it is not at the same level. What Professor Wang said, looking at his modern poem now, it is really too verbose, it's all meaningless nonsense."

Xu Wenwen nodded: "I think too!"

At the scene, many people feel so at the moment.

Comparing Guo Zhuangzhuang's work with Wang Qian's poem, to put it bluntly, it is nothing but rubbish, not even a limerick.

Good or bad needs to be compared.

With contrast, there is harm.

Even Guo Zhuangzhuang, who was standing on the podium, couldn't stand up at this moment. The calm and confidence on his face could not be maintained, and he became a little stiff. His eyes looked at Wang Qian, the shock was already written on his pupils, and his face felt hot!

You guy...

I just wrote an ordinary modern poem.

If you want to beat me, just write something better than me...

You don't need to write a song that can be compared with the classics handed down by the ancient writers who entered the textbook. Come and slap me in the face!

The fight was too hard.

Guo Zhuangzhuang felt that he had no power to fight back.

Wang Qian still didn't speak, facing the applause of the audience, he still smiled politely, and then made a gesture of please to Guo Zhuangzhuang again!

All right!

It's time for you to continue performing.

What are you prepared for!

Go ahead and take it out...

A layer of perspiration has permeated Guo Zhuangzhuang's forehead.

The applause of the audience gradually stopped.

now.

Everyone looked at Guo Zhuangzhuang's eyes with sympathy.

If they are well matched, no one will breed sympathy, but feel excited and happy, which makes it appear that both of them are very talented.

However, now the gap is too big to be calculated.

Then there is only sympathy for Guo Zhuangzhuang.

I want to pretend to be forced on the podium to prove myself.

result……

Now it seems that we have to develop in the direction of shabi.

Moreover, Guo Zhuangzhuang is their alumni in the final analysis.

If you change from a member of the society, or from another school, there may be some contempt and ridicule now.

Guo Zhuangzhuang no longer dared to look at the audience bravely anymore. Instead, he looked at Wang Qian and then at Wang Qian's work. He was still powerless.

He did prepare an ancient poem in his heart, but if he took it out now, it would be embarrassing!

When there are already masterpieces in front of them, what is it to take them out, not forcibly embarrassing them?

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled and concealed his embarrassment: "Haha...today I saw Professor Wang's literary talent. It is really amazing, and it is the most contemporary. The couplets and the level of ancient poetry are the strongest I have ever seen, amazing."

Guo Zhuangzhuang changed his address from directly calling him Wang Qian to Professor Wang. He also said that Wang Qian's literary talent is the most contemporary, and he deliberately raised Wang Qian, so that he is not so ugly to lose. At the same time, he also wanted to use it. Come to attract more hostility to Wang Qian.

Of course, this is also a disguised form of admitting defeat and resignation, acknowledging Wang Qian's talent and status.

With that said, Guo Zhuangzhuang felt uncomfortable all over, and turned around and wanted to step down and change his seat. He was embarrassed to stand here, and he was embarrassed to continue sitting next to Liu Shengnan.

Wang Qian spoke for the first time and said loudly, "Wait!"

Guo Zhuangzhuang was taken aback, and his heart burst. He knew that Wang Qian's counterattack might be coming, so he stopped and looked at Wang Qian, "Professor Wang, what else can I advise?"

Everyone in the audience also looked at Wang Qian.

Guo Zhuangzhuang has already given up, and it is said that he has lost the face of many Zhejiang masters and students present.

After all, Guo Zhuangzhuang graduated here and went out.

And Wang Qian has nothing to do with this place, just outsiders who come to exchange lectures.

Many people feel that Guo Zhuangzhuang has surrendered, and the matter is forgotten. This is to regard Guo Zhuangzhuang as his own person, with some sympathy.

Everyone still feels a little repulsive towards Wang Qian!

Now that Wang Qian seems to be still aggressive.

The scene fell silent.

Some of the older generations of Zhejiang University graduates looked at Wang Qian a little bit unkind.

No matter what Guo Zhuangzhuang is, he is theirs...

Wang Qian didn't care about these.

He just thinks that you can't just ask the question, right?

so.

He picked up the chalk and continued to write on the blackboard. At the same time, he said, "Some time ago, when I was going to play in West Lake, I lost something. I just remembered a Shanghai Lianhe, just with you, and everyone present. share."

Guo Zhuangzhuang stood behind Wang Qian, staring at Wang Qian's words.

Everyone's eyes were also closely watching every word Wang Qian wrote on the blackboard.

Many people are holding back their energy.

If Guo Zhuangzhuang can't get up...

Well, they are right!

Guo Zhuangzhuang can lose.

However, they cannot lose at Zhejiang University.

The expressions of Chen Xiangdong, Tang Hepeng, Jiang Xing, Lu Chunhu, Cao Wenfang and others became extremely serious. They did not study Wang Qian's calligraphy carefully, but really paid attention to Wang Qian's Shanglian itself.

A neat line of thin gold text appeared on the blackboard.

"Visit the West Lake, pick up the tin pot, drop the tin pot from the West Lake, and cherish the tin pot."

Wang Qian put down the chalk, looked at Guo Zhuangzhuang with a smile on his face, and looked at everyone present, and said, "This is an upper line I came up with by accident. If anyone present can come up with a neat lower line, why not? Please advise!"

Guo Zhuangzhuang stared at each word carefully, still shocked in his heart.

So many homophones and homophones!

It was the first time he saw such a difficult Shanghai Lian in modern times.

Before, he had seen couplets of this difficulty in some ancient poems.

The others at the scene were also silent.

The audience suddenly became extremely quiet.

Every student at Zhejiang University, as well as many alumni who have graduated, are watching every word, trying to come up with a neat bottom line on their own, to win glory for the school, but also to lose a face for themselves.

It took a few minutes.

Still quiet!

After Guo Zhuangzhuang also watched it for a few minutes, he thought of a lot of words and phrases in his mind, all of which are homophones, but it is impossible to form a coherent and meaningful syntactic link!

Guo Zhuangzhuang looked ugly and whispered: "Professor Wang, do you have a neat bottom line? If it is an absolute, then it is normal for us to come up?"

Many students in the back nodded one after another.

indeed.

If you take an absolute one that you don't have a lower league, you will be embarrassed.

Wang Qian shook his head and said confidently: "It's not absolute. I have come up with several neat bottom lines. Why, do you want me to write it out and see?"

Wang Qian looked at Guo Zhuangzhuang.

Guo Zhuangzhuang suddenly felt guilty, and hurriedly shook his head: "I don't need Professor Wang to write, I can think about it by myself, but also ask Professor Wang to give me some time!"

If Wang Qian were asked to write it out, wouldn't it mean surrendering?

He loses a small deal, but the school's face is a big deal.

Guo Zhuangzhuang, in the presence of so many folks and elders, didn't dare to lose this person.

Procrastinate first, think slowly later, ask someone for advice, you can always figure it out-right...

Anyway...

It must be right.

Otherwise, Guo Zhuangzhuang would not dare to return to school in the future, nor would he dare to participate in alumni gatherings.

Offstage.

As deputy dean of the literature department, Chen Xiangdong is most anxious.

Today's open exchange class was facilitated by him and Tang Hepeng.

If, in the end, Zhejiang University loses face, his dean will also be responsible!

Although the root cause is that the skills are not as good as the others, many people don't care about that much. Anyway, you have lost the face of the school.

Therefore, Chen Xiangdong hurriedly asked the younger Jiang Xing: "Jiang Xing, how is it? Do you have any ideas?"

Jiang Xing shook his head slightly: "Not for the time being. This kind of Shanghai Lian is considered to be a strange level. It also requires special opportunities and inspiration to match the Xianlian. It is impossible to match up in a short period of time. I doubt, Wang Qian. Guo Zhuangzhuang was deceived. Maybe he didn't have a neat bottom line."

Lu Chunhu shook his head: "Wang Qian doesn't look like a liar. He should really have a neat bottom line. I am old and can't keep up with my thinking. I can't think of it at once."

Tang Hepeng also shook his head: "I don't have any ideas now, it takes time."

Cao Wenfang smiled bitterly: "This kind of difficult couplet really can't be matched in a short time. Wait a minute, isn't this communication class just beginning, let's just match it before he leaves, isn't it all right?"

Chen Xiangdong nodded, and immediately said to the many professors, teachers and alumni of Zhejiang University around behind: "Then think about it, you must face up before Wang Qian leaves, otherwise the face of our Zhejiang University will be lost here today!"

Everyone looked serious and dignified, and quickly started thinking.

Among the prestigious schools in China, alumni culture has gradually formed. Everyone pays more attention to the face of their alma mater, because the face of their alma mater is their own face.

When they face the alumni associations of other schools in the future, they will be mocked by the other party, and there is no way to refute it!

Antithetical couplets are not like writing poems and essays. If they are not right, they are not right.

Writing poems and essays can be forced to elevate yourself for sophistry.

As for the couplet, if you don't match it, you really lose, and there is nothing to quibble about.

but……

How many modern literati would pay attention to couplets?

At this moment, everyone was a little embarrassed that they couldn't start.

On the podium, Guo Zhuangzhuang had already stepped off the stage slightly embarrassed and lonely, took up the small bench and sat in a remote corner, and did not return to sit next to Liu Shengnan.

Guo Zhuangzhuang looked at Liu Shengnan. He saw that Liu Shengnan didn't pay attention to him at all. He had a few words with a girl who had just sat down next to him. Then he looked at Wang Qian without looking at him at all. He didn't even care about him going back and sitting down. !

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled bitterly, knowing that it was too ugly to fail today.

After clearing up his mood, he continued to stare at the Shanglian written by Wang Qian on the very edge of the blackboard. He was thinking quickly. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and sent this Shanglian to his friends in several literary circles, asking them to help think about it. think.

On their own?

Plagiarism can be sophistry!

For a pair, finding someone for help is completely the most basic operation for Guo Zhuangzhuang.

Anyway, there is no psychological burden for doing anything.

At the beginning, there was such an episode!

On the contrary, the pressure in Wang Qian's heart eased a lot.

Because, he found that he seemed to be able to cope.

So, next, his demeanor is more relaxed and free, and his heart exudes a kind of self-confidence of knowledge and talent.

Acting!

Reach the top!

Wang Qian continued the ancient seven-character quatrain poem that he wrote just now, and began to explain it.

This ancient poem has thousands of various analytical articles on the Internet, and the analysis has been extremely thorough word by word, so in fact, there is no need for Wang Qian to explain it alone.

However, as the original author, his personal explanation has some special significance and is more authoritative, so he will talk about it.

Applause was often heard at the scene.

After explanation by Wang Qian, the original author.

One of his published works seems to have come to life, and the various meanings represented in it appear extremely clear and are in sight.

Almost everyone present has a deeper understanding of his works and has reached a higher level.

Lectures on the Eight Classics of Children.

It lasted more than an hour!

With the addition of the ancient poem about West Lake just now, as well as every other work, Wang Qian explained in great detail.

The blackboard is filled with one after another!

Both Chen Xiangdong and Jiang Xing worked as a labor force, personally constantly changing the blackboards for Wang Qian, preventing Wang Qian from erasing every word, and all the blackboards he wrote on were kept, stacked in front of the first row. Below the steps.

Lu Chunhu kept looking at the words on the blackboard, and at the same time comparing it with Wang Qian's writing. His right hand also imitated the movement of holding a brush and slowly imitated Wang Qian's writing technique.

People who know Lu Chunhu around know that this old man is going to be possessed again.

On the contrary, the words written by Guo Zhuangzhuang have long been erased without a trace.

Wang Qian drank a sip of water and looked at the quiet big class. His momentum and self-confidence, he did not lose to the authoritative old professor who has been teaching on the podium for decades, and said: "Well, these few works of mine, It's all about the explanation. If you have anything else you don't understand, you can bring it up now, and we can communicate again! If not, today's communication class can end here, and everyone should be tired too."

It's finally time to exchange questions and ask questions.

Sitting in the corner, Guo Zhuangzhuang is already a dead pig. He is not afraid of boiling water. He immediately stood up and raised his hand: "Professor Wang, I have a question!"

Everyone looked at Guo Zhuangzhuang and saw what else Guo Zhuangzhuang could continue to say. They all had some expectation in their eyes. We hope that the students and alumni of Zhejiang University can let Wang Qian leave some embarrassment here, so that they will have the capital to brag when they go out. , You can appear that your school is very strong.

Wang Qian did not have any disgusting expression, still smiling, as if facing his own student, reaching out to Guo Zhuangzhuang, "Please speak."

Guo Zhuangzhuang, just like a student asking questions in class, stood up and said loudly: "Professor Wang, how do you usually learn and accumulate? Especially in the aspect of ancient literature, your works surprised us. But we all know that This requires extremely deep accumulation to achieve."

"And you are not very old, younger than me. The college you graduated from is not a literature department, but an acting department. I want to ask you, how did you learn to accumulate this knowledge and then turn it into a work? I think this will be helpful to every student we are present."

Guo Zhuangzhuang more euphemistically raised the biggest question in this literary circle!

You are so young!

It's not a literature department!

Why do you write so many good works?

That is, Wang Qian's question raised by the student Zhang Boheng in the car that came.

If.

Before meeting Wang Qian, everyone still had more firm doubts about Wang Qian.

Now, everyone's doubts are less serious.

Because Wang Qian has already shown his talents and literary heritage for more than an hour!

Not everyone can explain these works so thoroughly.

At least, Xu Wenwen knew that when she explained Wang Qian's work in class, it was far less thorough than Wang Qian's explanation just now.

In addition, the pantomime matchup between Wang Qian and Guo Zhuangzhuang just now almost won by crushing nature.

so!

They recognized Wang Qian's talent.

Well, there are still problems!

how did you do that?

Share it and let everyone improve together?

or……

What's the secret?

Faced with a pair of curious, questioning, or questioning gazes, Wang Qian remained calm without the slightest stage fright.

Standing in front of the lecture table, naturally holding a piece of chalk in his hand.

Waved to Guo Zhuangzhuang, Wang Qian smiled and said, "Okay, this classmate can sit down."

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled and sat down very obediently.

There was a chuckle among the students behind.

Wang Qian continued: "How? Actually, it's very simple. Read more, think more, write more. There is nothing to hide, and there is no shortcut. I love reading and thinking. With new thinking, I I will write it down. These thoughts may be a few poems, some music fragments, or some lyrics!"

"Whether it's a sentence or a few sentences, no matter what it means or not, as long as it is what I think of, I will record it. Then when I have an idea later, I will take it out and watch it slowly, and then continue to find in-depth inspiration from it! "

"In this way, I wrote some songs, some tunes, and some literary works."

"Actually, you can do it too. It's enough to have eyes, brains, and hands!"

The scene is silent!

A pair of eyes still stared at Wang Qian.

Because.

Many people think Wang Qian's words are familiar...

Especially many young students in the back quickly remembered it.

This is not what is popular on the Internet.

Just have a hand...

Just one glance...

A brain is enough...

However!

Everyone will give up as soon as they learn!

A bold boy in the back stood up and asked loudly, "Professor Wang, can you demonstrate it on the spot? For example, ~www.mtlnovel.com~ How can Jiang Chengzi, written by Professor Wang, fully express the meaning clearly? Can you maintain such a perfect rhyme?"

A poem or a word or an ancient prose!

OK!

For ordinary people, maybe they don't need to understand the meaning.

Just read it and experience it for yourself, and you will have an intuitive feeling!

Ancient works, especially the writing is neat and neat, rhyming!

A good work, when read, its neat and neat rhyme, will make people feel very refreshing.

Reading many classic articles and poetry works, even if you don't understand the meaning at all, you will have a refreshing sense of refreshment when you read them, which makes people feel the urge to read them a few more times.

This is a good work.

The song Jiang Chengzi published by Wang Qian also has such characteristics!

Even if you don't understand it, the first time I saw it, it was very good to read.

This is something that is difficult for modern literati who have been accustomed to Mandarin and vernacular since childhood.

Everyone looked at Wang Qian and watched Wang Qian's answer.

However, Wang Qian did not speak!

He took the chalk, turned around and wrote three more words on the blackboard.

Jiang Chengzi!

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