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"Everyone thinks, which of these two characters is better?" As soon as Pang Zhonghua said this, he laughed with a "coaxing" sound. Many students even said loudly: "Of course, it was written by Teacher Pang. The one over there was a good thing printed out from the computer. What's the good thing?"

Pang Zhonghua did not show a happy expression because of everyone's praise, but put away the two works and said in a serious tone: "I show these two works to you not to prove that what I wrote is better than what I typed in the computer, but to explain a problem, that is, calligraphy, not simply writing. It is like music, a creative process. In the process of writing, we can incorporate our thoughts and feelings such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, which gives our calligraphy a living soul. This is the biggest difference between calligraphy and those printed characters."

When Lu Wei listened to Pang Zhonghua's words, he secretly compared his understanding of calligraphy. He suddenly felt enlightened. He always felt a musical rhythm when he was writing, but he never knew whether his state was correct or wrong. But now when he heard Pang Zhonghua's words, he suddenly felt like he met a soulmate. It turned out that not only did he feel like this when he was writing, but this famous calligrapher also had a similar understanding. Moreover, he mentioned the living soul of calligraphy just now, which reminded him of the soul of calligraphy. At the same time, he also realized the profound skills of Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting. He actually achieved the high level of transformation of calligraphy and painting. At the same time, Lu Wei thought of other famous calligraphers, but he didn't know if they had become soul of calligraphy? Unfortunately, he could not take the initiative to call Wuchang, otherwise it would be a very interesting thing to ask him.

Pang Zhonghua continued to explain some of his insights on calligraphy. Lu Wei found that most of the things he talked about were roughly directional things, but he talked very little about some specific techniques. It is no wonder that such a master-level lecture was given in such a short section, so he naturally would not waste time explaining basic writing, structure and other things.

Even so, Pang Zhonghua's vivid and wonderful explanations still attracted the applause from time to time. Those students who like calligraphy even heard the strange eyes and benefited a lot. Even the two writing teachers in the school nodded conviction from time to time, occasionally remembering something in the small notebook.

Finally, it was the most exciting time. After more than 40 minutes of explanation, the two students raised a desk for calligraphy and painting with felt cloth. Then, Teacher Liu Zhicheng, who had been sitting beside him, personally brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that had been prepared long ago, pressed the rice paper with paperweight, and poured the refined Yidege ink into the inkstone.

Yao Yinghua, who was sitting next to him, smiled and said to Pang Zhonghua: "Teacher Pang, since we are here, you have to show your skills to the students. Everyone is waiting to see them, classmates. Do you think, right?"

"Yes!", more than 600 people below answered loudly.

Pang Zhonghua stood up with a smile and said to everyone with a smile: "Okay, then I will write a picture of the students."

Standing in front of the paved rice paper, Pang Zhonghua picked up the already moist white cloud pen. After thinking for a moment, he concentrated on his mind and raised his energy. His wrist was hanging in the air and he started writing.

The hundreds of students below were all staring at Pang Zhonghua who was writing hard on the desk. Since it was a staircase classroom, every student could clearly see the content on the paper.

"The mountain is not high, but there are immortals, but it is famous; the water is not deep, but there are dragons, but it is spiritual; this is a humble room, but my virtue is full of me..." As Pang Zhonghua's wrist waved, lines of running scripts that were like flowing clouds and water appeared on the paper.

In the sound of the small auditorium, the guqin music "High Mountains and Flowing Water" was played. The sound of the piano was sometimes high and as clang as the sound of metal and stone, sometimes quiet. It was like the sound of a gurgling spring in the mountains, and the contrast of Pang Zhonghua who was concentrating on his mind and radiating his pride, there was a faint sense of Zen.

Under the sound of the guqin, Pang Zhonghua's writings add an indescribable and simple flavor. The line of running script seems to be very casual, but the whole article looks very harmonious. Until the last word is finished, a pair of words look integrated throughout the article and it looks very comfortable.

Putting the pen on the inkstone, Pang Zhonghua took his seal and covered it with the signature in the lower left corner of the text. Then he stood up and smiled and signaled to the people on the rostrum. Then, two classmates immediately walked over and raised the newly completed "Inscription on the Humble Room".

Looking at this work with both shape and style, all the students and leaders and teachers in the auditorium applauded from the bottom of their hearts. The master-level work is extraordinary after all.

"I will give this song "Inscription on the Humble Room" by Liu Yuxi to my classmates, and at the same time I will encourage you. On the road to pursuing calligraphy art, there are all kinds of ups and downs and difficulties. People who really like calligraphy must have great perseverance and endure loneliness. As long as students can guard this humble room in their hearts, waiting for you in the future will be a wonderful harvest!" Pang Zhonghua's words once again aroused the endless applause from the audience.

"Okay, thank you very much for Teacher Pang Zhonghua's wonderful calligraphy performance. There is still some time left below. At the request of the students, we will draw a few students on the spot to communicate with Teacher Pang Zhonghua on the spot. Anyone who wants to come to the stage to ask our Teacher Pang in person, please raise your hand."

Yao Yinghua said, looking at the hands that were raising up almost all of them on the stage, and were very satisfied with the effect. Pang Zhonghua, who was next to the desk, looked at him and smiled with satisfaction.

"Chang Ling, come up." Yao Yinghua spoke as he spoke Chang Li'er Mandarin, then stretched out his arm and pointed straight at Chang Ling behind Lu Wei.

"Wow, it's so good, I actually drew me!" Chang Ling said with an excited look, then quickly turned around and walked towards the stage, while the other students looked at the lucky girl with envious eyes.

"Hello, Teacher Pang." Chang Lingling walked onto the stage and bowed to Pang Zhonghua very obediently. As she spoke, she showed a sweet smile.

"Hello, classmate Chang Ling." Pang Zhonghua nodded with a smile.

"Teacher Pang, this is a first-year student in our school and a classmate in the calligraphy interest group. His brush and fountain pen are well written." Yao Yinghua introduced, but the reason why he appointed Chang Ling from the beginning was probably because Chang Ling often went to the Youth League Committee to help him copy some materials.

"Teacher Pang, I'll write a few words for my ugly words. Please give me some advice." Chang Ling said, with a sweet smile on her round little face.

"Okay, come on." Pang Zhonghua said kindly, then quickly gave out the desk in front of him.

Chang Ling's family is from the city and has often experienced some performances since she was a child. Therefore, she seemed very calm in the face of such a scene. She let out a sigh of relief, picked up the brush that Pang Zhonghua had just placed on the inkstone, looked at the snow-white rice paper in front of her, calmed down for a moment, and started writing.

Chang Ling writes very slowly, writing meticulously every stroke. It is better to say that she is writing, but it is better to say that she is painting more vividly.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at Chang Ling who was writing with her head. Some were envious, some were jealous, and some showed a trace of disdain. "Tsk, writing so slowly, this is also called writing. I think it's just called painting." A boy in the back row whispered.

"Yes, I don't remember writing so slowly when the teacher taught me." Another girl echoed.

After a while, Chang Ling's four words were written, which were the four big words "Hui Feng Hechang" that the calligraphy group often practiced on weekdays.

From the moment Chang Ling wrote, Pang Zhonghua stood beside her and looked carefully, with a smile on her face, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a thumbs up or something else.

Chang Ling's words caused a burst of applause from the audience, but it was obviously a bit sparse. Most of the applause were students from Class 3, but there were also some from other classes.

"Teacher Pang, I'm done." Chang Ling said, putting down her pen, looking at Pang Zhonghua with anticipation in her eyes.

"Well, it is well written, the structure of the frame is well mastered, and the characteristics of Lishu are also well grasped. Lishu evolved from seal script. It changes the brushwork of the garden to square folds. The characters are flat and square, stretched left and right; the left waves and right are shaped, silkworm head and swallow tail; the winding square garden has clear dots and strokes; the combination of ticks and pauses, and the thickness is both thick and thin, and it looks very round and simple. When writing, you should pay attention to these key points. In addition, when using the brush, you should pay attention to the smooth rhythm. This effect will be better, just like this." Pang Zhonghua said, picking up the pen on the table, and his wrists were like pulling a bow. In the past, a simple and elegant character "Hui" appeared on the paper compared to the characters that Chang Ling had just written, which obviously reveals a sense of neatness and ingenuity. In comparison, the few words Chang Ling just wrote just seemed much rigid. After all, it is everyone, and after one stroke, the higher and lower points are judged.

Looking at Pang Zhonghua's words, including Chang Ling, everyone nodded with conscience.

"Thank you, Teacher Pang, can you give me this word?" Chang Ling raised her head and smiled.

"Of course, hehe." Pang Zhonghua smiled.

"Thank you!" Chang Ling said, carefully picked up the words just now, and walked off the stage with a smile.
Chapter completed!