Chapter 1449 Thanks Taizu

From the moment Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the brush, the scene was quiet for a few seconds. These few seconds are but a flash, but countless thoughts flashed through everyone's minds.

The students at the scene were all curious about what poem Zhou Qingfeng was going to write, and even more curious about how well he wrote it. Most people didn't report any expectations, after all, Zhou Qingfeng's current identity is an actor. These days, it would be nice for an actor to write his own name well, so what kind of calligraphy do you need?

Needless to say Zhou Qingfeng's own thoughts, he would be a little annoyed that he didn't spend any time practicing calligraphy because of Mao's handwriting, which is really shameful.

The old woman surnamed Long stood behind, smiling on her face, but filled with all kinds of cynicism in her heart. In her opinion, the people in the mainland have more than enough passion but not enough accumulation, and their cultural heritage is far inferior to that of Hong Kong and Taiwan.

And any film critic in Hong Kong is also watching closely. Zhou Qingfeng criticized the Hong Kong director who made the "Anti-Japanese Drama" before, and things caused a lot of trouble. A series of news hype has caused Hong Kong's reputation in the mainland to plummet, and now mainlanders see Hong Kong as a poor settlement.

And the Tai Chi master at the other end looked at Zhou Qingfeng with a joke mentality. In his opinion, a little boy who can only show his fists and legs can become an international superstar, which is simply an insult to professionals like them.

In just a few seconds, Zhou Qingfeng's breathing became a little tight. At this moment, Lena Fox was the one who reacted the fastest. Miss Fox was well aware of Zhou Qingfeng's impulsive character and ability. Seeing that he didn't do anything for a long time, she knew that he was definitely in trouble.

"Victor, can I learn to write Chinese characters from you?" Lina hopped to Zhou Qingfeng's side and learned to grasp the brush with a curious smile. "I think it must be very interesting."

"Can you write calligraphy?" Zhou Qingfeng asked in a low voice.

"I've studied Chinese for a while, and I'll write your poems. No matter how poor your writing is, it's better than being in a daze." Lina blinked and replied in a low voice.

Yay... that's right!

Miss Fox is like a heavenly book written in ghostly symbols, the Chinese will only smile in good faith, and will never feel that there is anything wrong. If the writing is good, they will have to praise a few words.

When Lina came up, Katerina and the other three buddies naturally followed. They stood beside Zhou Qingfeng one after another, expressing loudly that they wanted to learn the traditional calligraphy of planting flowers.

Well..., the biggest embarrassment is gone!

But now the atmosphere is even stronger, and the star effect is showing. Everyone wants to see how the four foreigners write calligraphy. As for whether the writing is good or not, no one cares anyway. Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that it was the right decision to bring four companions here today,

Otherwise, they will not be able to come down to the stage.

After calming down, Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and glanced at the old woman who was smiling at him, feeling unhappy for a while. He thought to himself: You fucking return Chiang Kai-shek to the country? Oh you ghost! How dare a sour literati claim to be educated? Let you see what is really cultured.

After pondering for a while, Zhou Qingfeng read aloud to Lina: "The wind and rain turned pale in Zhongshan."

Zhou Qingfeng has a strong physique and is full of spirit. The simple seven words in his mouth become cadenced, clear and clear, which makes people feel relieved.

After reciting aloud, everyone in the entire stair hall had a magnificent picture in their minds, as if the mountains towered in front of them, the long river coiled around, the mist and rain were vast, and the tigers were dominating the dragons. Between heaven and earth, there is such an invincible and majestic aura.

good poem!

With only seven words in one sentence, Mr. Ishikawa, who is a sinologist, immediately exclaimed in surprise. He quickly walked towards Zhou Qingfeng, and shouted happily: "This sentence has the same momentum and a big heart. It should be praised. I like it very much!"

Zhou Qingfeng smiled slightly, thinking that today's hurdle has finally passed. After Lina asked which words it was, she also wrote them out one by one. And her handwriting is not bad, at least it is more beautiful than Zhou Qingfeng's handwriting.

And the seven characters fell on the rice paper, and even the old woman who just wanted to read a joke had to praise: "It is indeed a good poem, and this sentence alone is quite the essence of poetry. Zhong Shan? This refers to Nanjing. The Republic of China The ancient capital is naturally extraordinary.

Nanjing is full of humanities and beautiful scenery. The Mausoleum of the Founding Father is near Zhongshan. Jiang Gong also founded the country here, so he has a long-term vision. This poem praises the scenery of Zhongshan, and a few words make people yearn for it, good, good, good! "

The old woman praised a few times, and she repeated words like "the old capital of the Republic of China" several times in her mouth. Zhou Qingfeng was also very proud, thinking: Of course this poem is good, not worse than Tang and Song poems.

The old woman seemed to be thinking about something, with a longing look on her face. She asked Zhou Qingfeng again: "Did you write this poem?"

Eh……?

Zhou Qingfeng's complacent face immediately collapsed. And Mr. Ishikawa also asked: "Isn't there only one sentence in this poem? Have you finished writing it later?"

You two are funny, right? Come to shake mine on purpose!

"Of course I didn't write this poem." Zhou Qingfeng said with a straight face.

The old woman immediately fell into deep thought, and said after a while: "I am familiar with famous poems since Tang and Song Dynasties, but I have never seen this one. It is impossible for me not to know such a good poem."

Mr. Shi Chuan also frowned, and after thinking for a long time, he asked, "Where was this poem written?"

"Modern times." Zhou Qingfeng continued with a cold face.

"Modern times!" Both the old woman and Ishikawa exclaimed. They looked at the seven characters written by Lina on the paper again, and couldn't figure out that there was such a heroic poem written by a poet in modern times.

"Please finish writing this poem." Ishi Chuan bowed to Zhou Qingfeng, "I really want to read it."

Well, Zhou Qingfeng felt that he didn't meet two teasers, but two frogs in a well. Did they really not know who wrote the poem?

Taking a deep breath again, Zhou Qingfeng recited the first line of the whole poem aloud.

Pfft..., many people in the staircase hall couldn't help laughing, they were about to spray!

However, the old woman and Shi Chuan didn't know it. When they saw the second sentence, they were both stunned. How could this poem that clearly describes the scenery escape from the "million army"?

"Lin Sang, are you sure you read correctly?" Ishikawa looked at the first sentence written by Lina, and his mind seemed to be twisted. The old woman's complexion changed accordingly, as if she had expected something but was not sure, in short, her expression was unnatural.

Zhou Qingfeng said with certainty: "That's right, this is a poem of Qilu."

Hold back, don't laugh at this time!

Lena wrote a sentence, and Katerina, Butcher and Minsk followed. Zhou Qingfeng read the whole poem in one breath.

"The wind and rain turned pale and yellow in Zhongshan, and millions of soldiers crossed the river.

The tiger dominates the dragon, the present is better than the past, the world is turned upside down and generous.

It is advisable to use the remaining courage to chase the poor and the poor, and not to be famous as the overlord.

If the sky is loving, the sky is also old, and the right way in the world is vicissitudes. "

After reading a poem, the audience burst into thunderous applause, which lasted for a long time. The atmosphere in the entire staircase hall was directly detonated. Even halfway through Zhou Qingfeng's recitation, more than a thousand people in the hall followed suit.

The whole poem is vigorous and majestic, with an irresistible pride and power. That kind of spirit that doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, doesn't believe in fate, and desperately wants to change the world is shocking enough.

At the end of Zhou Qingfeng's reading, his momentum rose greatly. He picked up the brush and finally wrote the title of the poem "The People's Liberation Army Conquered Nanjing".

When the old woman saw that Zhou Qingfeng wrote Taizu's name on the lower right of the poem title, she was stunned as if she had been hit by a spell, her face was red and red as if she had been slapped dozens of times. purple. She never expected that the author of this poem turned out to be Jiang Gong's sworn enemy!

This, this..., how can this be human? Where is this face facing! 8)