I have a sword, and today I will try it with you.

Wang Yaozu got up confidently from his seat, arched his hand towards everyone, glanced at Zhu Ping'an, and then walked towards the screen in the middle of the banquet with great ambition.

In the summer afternoon, the scorching sun is like fire, and it is pervasive.

The sunlight squeezed in through the small holes in the bamboo weaving of the pergola and the mat, and shone on Wang Yaozu, who was walking slowly. After the sunlight was filtered through the small holes, it came in, and it had become wisps of shining gold threads, shining on Wang Yaozu, just like the lights of the modern stage were focused, dazzling.

A protagonist pose.

Everyone's eyes also moved with Wang Yaozu's footsteps.

The right time, place and people.

Wang Yaozu felt that God was perfecting himself today, so he became more and more confident and ambitious.

This kind of opportunity is a godsend, and if you don't take it, it will be against the sky.

In the limelight, Wang Yaozu came to the screen, and then made a contemplative appearance and paced lightly in front of the screen.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

When he reached the seventh step, Wang Yaozu stopped suddenly, a pair of eyes were blazing, as bright as the sun, and he stretched out his right hand to take off the brush placed aside, and held the brush with three fingers and two hooks.

At the same time, Wang Yaozu's left hand directly held the inkstone, and the brush in his right hand skillfully dipped it in ink, and then pointed the brush to the screen.

After the brush fell, it did not stop, holding the inkstone left and right, and the ink was also smooth.

One hand keeps carrying the pen, and the other hand holds the inkstone.

The movements are elegant and skillful.

For a time, the brush was like dancing gracefully in Wang Yaozu's hands, endlessly, and indulged in silky smoothness.

Speaking of which, Wang Yaozu is also a person who is very good at grasping and creating opportunities, although the poem he wrote has been conceived in his heart for several years, but today he still deliberately made a hasty appearance, deducing the feeling of being driven to the shelf, and then deliberately imitated Cao Zhi to come to such a seven-step poem.

When writing, Wang Yaozu's clothes are fluttering, his movements are chic and elegant, and his elegance is full of grace.

At this moment, Wang Yaozu doesn't seem to be writing poetry alone, he has inherited the glorious tradition of China for 5,000 years, Cao Zijian, Wang Xizhi, Su Dongpo, Li Bai, Du Fu are possessed by their souls at this moment!

At this moment, he is not writing poetry alone, not alone!

"Sizzle......"

"Seven steps into a poem? Lord Wang is talented. ”

"In ancient times, there was Cao Zijian, and now there is Wang Yaozu, seven steps into poetry, how fortunate it is."

"Lord Wang's calligraphy has entered the room, watching Lord Wang's writing, such as watching dance and music, pleasing to the eye. Without decades of accumulation, it is impossible to reach this level. ”

When Wang Yaozu wrote a poem in "Seven Steps", everyone commented and appreciated it endlessly.

Listening to the appreciation of everyone in his ears, Wang Yaozu's heart was agitated, hehe, he was also inspired to imitate Cao Zijian to come to a seven-step poem, but I didn't expect the effect to be more ideal than I imagined, hehe, I am really a genius.

Wang Yaozu was excited, and the brush in his hand also jumped, almost writing a wrong stroke, but fortunately, Wang Yaozu took it back in time, but it was just a little longer horizontally, and it was saved in time, and it did not affect the view.

Calm, I want to be calm.

Wang Yaozu took a deep breath, continued to move the pen as if flying, and splashed the remaining half of the poem on the screen.

soon

Wang Yaozu stopped the brush, put the brush on the table, turned to face everyone and arched his hand, and said with a proud but pretended to be modest: "A clumsy work, offering ugliness, the right to lead the brick of jade."

Then, return to your seat.

"Song of the Bamboo Chopstick"

Be diligent to the bamboo chopsticks, and taste the bitterness first.

Taste the good of others, and you are busy coming and going.

On the screen, Wang Yaozu's poem "Yongzhu Chopstick" jumped on the paper.

"Good poems, metaphors for people, Lord Wang's "Song of Bamboo Chopsticks" will express the spirit of selfless dedication of chopsticks to the fullest."

Wang Yaozu's friends were very applauded, and they were the first to high-five and admire.

"Great goodness! It seems to be simple and simple double bamboo chopsticks, but it contains a full of selfless dedication, Lord Wang has a special heart to plant, borrowing the chopsticks to metaphor people, there is a deep meaning, this poem is easy to understand, but the meaning is far-reaching. ”

"Well, yes, yes."

"It's a rare good poem."

After tasting this poem, the officials present gave a good evaluation of Wang Yaozu's poem.

Listening to everyone's praise, Wang Yaozu, who returned to his seat, was like a general who returned to the dynasty after the victory, and glanced at Zhu Ping'an with a proud and proud face with the attitude of a successful person, and then found that Zhu Ping'an was eating there with an intoxicated and satisfied face, and he didn't notice himself at all, it was really a waste of his expression.

Wine bag rice bag!

Wang Yaozu deeply despised Zhu Ping'an.

"Lord Wang, the poem is well written."

Wang Yaozu despised Zhu Ping'an, but when he turned around, he heard Zhu Ping'an's praise.

Turned.

Wang Yaozu saw that Zhu Ping'an was chewing, and at the same time stretched out his right hand and gave himself a thumbs up.

"Ahem, Lord Zhu has won the award, presumably Lord Zhu's masterpiece is better......"

Before Wang Yaozu finished speaking, he saw Zhu Ping'an bow his head again, took a bite of the dish, put it in his mouth, and said while chewing, "This golden jade dish is worthy of being praised by Emperor Yang of Sui, who is arrogant and lascivious and eats delicious all over the world, and the taste is really irresistible, and Lord Wang can also taste it." ”

Golden Jade!

In the Sui and Tang dynasties, it has been a prestigious southeast famous dish for a long time, with dried sea bass after frost as raw material, soaked in clear water, soaked in honey condiments, wrapped in cloth and drained of water, thinly cut fish fillets, and then with cut fragrant soft flowers and leaves, decorated with fragrant soft flower spikes, and then mixed with fine wisps of golden orange. The tender white sea bass fillet, the verdant fragrant flowers and leaves, and the purple and red fragrant soft flower spikes, the whole dish is bright and eye-catching, like gold and jade. Even Emperor Yang of Sui, who was arrogant and lascivious and ate all the delicacies in the world, couldn't help but praise when he ate this golden jade dish offered by Suzhou when he traveled to the Jiangdu: Golden jade and jade, the best taste of the southeast!

It melts in your mouth and has a full range of flavors and colors, which is far more delicious than modern sashimi or something.

After Zhu Ping'an tasted it, he couldn't stop the chopsticks.

"No, Master Zhu, you can eat slowly."

Wang Yaozu shook his head, said coldly, turned his head, and stopped talking to Zhu Ping'an. I despise it very much in my heart, rice bucket, you think everyone is like you, eat and eat, you know how to eat!

Eat!

The more you eat, the more glorious I am.

I often hear people say that if you eat too much, your head will be bad, hum, and let you eat a lot, erect the image of the rice bucket, and make you look good after a while.

With this in mind, Wang Yaozu turned around and talked with his friends, no longer paying attention to the foodie Zhu Ping'an.

Zhu Ping'an, who was immersed in enjoying the golden jade, hooked up a trace of arc at the corner of his mouth.

Wang Yaozu's thoughts, Zhu Ping'an can guess eight or nine without leaving ten, but, hehe, unfortunately, it is destined to disappoint Lord Wang.

In terms of poetry and songs, can you compare to hundreds of years of masterpieces? In terms of actors' self-cultivation, you are still far behind.