Du Wenxing is not afraid of hearing the title of the person who wants to do a brief preface.

He dare not say that he is full of poetry and books, but he has indeed read a lot of books and scriptures in the system library, and his heart is no longer as empty as before.

It’s just a “preface” of a poetry club. I dare not say how good I can write it, at least it won’t be so bad that I can’t make it.

So he looked at Yun Ruoyi with a smile and whispered: "Thank you, but I don't have to worry about the girl, but I need to borrow a pen, ink, paper and ink."

Yun Ruoyi said to the maid Biyun with a red face, "Go and bring my four treasures in the study."

Biyun trotted.

After a while, the four treasures of the study were placed on the desk, and Yun Ruoyi stood up and gave up her seat.

Du Wenxing took ten drops of clear water from the water bowl with a small copper spoon, dripped it into a Duanshi inkstone, and then picked up a half tael of ancient oil smoke and ink on the inkstone and placed it in the inkstone.

After the end of the ink ingot is soaked for a while, then gently pinch the ink ingot and grind it slowly.

After dozens of rounds, the ink in the inkstone had dizzy and a dark piece of darkness, and a faint fragrance spreads lightly with the ink color, making people feel sad.

Taking advantage of time, Du Wenxing was also secretly thinking about how to write his preface. After a while, a smile suddenly appeared on his face and he had a finalized draft in his heart. He read a lot of famous articles in the first virtual reality world, and some sentences were just useful.

Du Wenxing reached out to get the pen, and the little girl Biyun hurriedly handed over the refined wolf hair of the Xiangfei bamboo pole.

Du Wenxing smiled slightly, remembered Tu Ya, and the remembrance on his face flashed.

I took the strokes in a row, soaked the tip of the pen in the water bowl, and then I filled the inkstone with thick ink, and wiped it on a small pen twice.

Then I wrote handwritten on the white paper laid on the table.

Du Wenxing's pen was like a dragon and a snake. After a while, he wrote a short article, put it down, put it down, handed the paper in his hand to Yun Ruoyi with both hands, and said, "It's hard to refuse the kindness of the man, so he can only do his best to do it. He is a slang for the countryside, but it is a laughing stock."

Yun Ruoyi took the paper, looked down, and only looked at it a few times. Her eyes were full of colors. She looked up at Du Wenxing, and her eyes were filled with strange light.

Since Du Wenxing was rescued from the bandits in Wohugang, Yun Ruoyi often dreamed of this young man in Qingcheng. The girl was just when she was in love, and she unknowingly cared about her savior.

This kind of emotion is caused by a specific event, and it is very weak and unreliable, and will gradually fade over time.

But unexpectedly, just as Yun Ruoyi's sense of expectation gradually subsided, Du Wenxing appeared again, and showed extraordinary talent.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Du was so literary!

Not only is the article gorgeous, but the words... are already a self-contained system and have a great style!

The thin gold fonts outlined under the ink color that shines brightly, Yun Ruoyi feels unparalleled and amazed, and she still admires Du Wenxing very much.

Coupled with these beautiful words, they complement each other.

Before he knew it, Yun Ruoyi had already recited it out loud:

"It is September, and the order is the third autumn. The water is gone and the cold pond is clear, the smoke is condensed and the evening mountains are purple. The autumn calls me to the scenery of smoke, and large pieces of me to write. Meeting the fragrant garden of Huanghua (Chrysanthemums) and preparing the joy of family.

The distance is smooth, and the leisure is flying. The refreshing sound is bursting with a breeze, the delicate song is condensed with white clouds. The jade banquet is opened to sit on the flying flowers, and the feathers are drunk with a breeze. Without any excellent works, how can you extend your graceful thoughts?

Alas, the heaven and earth are the backward journey of all things; time is the passerby of a hundred generations.

How much life is when drinking and singing?

I have once asked the hearts of the benevolent people in ancient times, or the actions of the superiors, why? Do not be happy with things or be sad with yourself; live in the high temple and worry about the people; live in the far away of the rivers and lakes and worry about the king. This is also worry about progress and retreat. But when will it be happy? He must say: Worry about the world before worrying, and then the world after joy. Alas! Who will I return with such a person?"

When the article was released, everyone was shocked!

Several people stood up in the water pavilion, with excitement.

This article first describes the beautiful scenery and the joy of everyone gathering, and then expresses the worries that people cannot think of a masterpiece, and then sighs that the world and time are in a hurry... That's all, it's just that the words are gorgeous, but the last sentence sublimates the whole text.

Du Wenxing actually sighed: I once explored the thoughts and feelings of people with noble moral character in ancient times, which may be different from the above-mentioned feelings. Why? They are not happy because of the good environment, nor are they sad because of their bad experiences; they are worried about their people when they are high-ranking officials in the court; they are worried about their kings when they are in remote rivers and lakes. This is to worry about becoming officials in the court, and they are worried about resigning from office and living in seclusion. So, when will they be happy? They will probably say: "Be sad before the sorrow of the world, and after the joy of the world." Alas! If there is no such person, who will I go with?

This kind of article was actually done by a young man. Many bigwigs in the Water Pavilion showed shock. Even those high-ranking people who have lived in the court for a long time may not be able to write such words!?

"Maybe it's where I heard it." The only scholar-official and political leaders who did not stand up said lightly.

"Even if the last sentence is heard, the first half of the article can show his literary talent!" Zheng Huan said seriously.

After a long time, Yun Ruoyi woke up and handed Du Wenxing's article to another maid next to her, asking her to copy it separately and send it to the embroidery curtain and the water pavilion.

Then, Yun Ruoyi looked upright and bowed respectfully to Du Wenxing and said: "Mr. Du's articles are both heroic and unrestrained, fresh and elegant. They actually add a lot of color to the poetry meeting. The little girl thanked me here. I asked the prince to pick up the title for the poetry meeting."

After saying that, the little maid Biyun next to her took the tray containing the title of poetry in her hands, and held it in front of Du Wenxing in both hands.

During this period, Du Wenxing's articles had been circulated in the water pavilion, and the big guys were amazed by this man's calligraphy.

"This font should be derived from regular script, but its changes are so great that it can be considered a unique style." Yun Qiao was extremely surprised.

"The handwriting is thin and vigorous, and it is so thin that it does not lose its flesh. It is good to write!" Zheng Huan praised.

Even Tongguang can't say anything bad.

Du Wenxing spent five years in the second virtual reality, but he practiced calligraphy every day. In addition to practicing football and self-study time in the system library at night, the rest of his spare time was spent here practicing calligraphy.

A thin gold body is already quite good!

At this moment, there were already chattering in the embroidered curtain, and the female porridge was all amazed by Du Wenxing's calligraphy.

Du Wenxing reached out to pick up a paper square, opened it and looked at it, and couldn't help but smile. It turned out to be a traveling immortal!

This genre seems to have written a lot by a great poet in the history of the first virtual reality world, and this poet was also his favorite as "Ye Qiu" at that time.
Chapter completed!