METROPOLIS: I AM A FULL-TIME PROFESSIONAL, ATTRACTING WORLDWIDE ATTENTION

Chapter 128

Xie Jun’s eyes widened, because he was too excited, even his body was trembling slightly.

What kind of painting technique is this!

Draw a few birds on the paper, and you will attract the real birds!

Draw a few flowers and attract butterflies!

If it is actually staged in front of him, even if the master of Chinese painting tells him, he will not believe it.

This scene is really too absurd.

At this moment, the professors of the major art academies and some painters of the Chinese Painting Association who had not been able to come in person also saw this incredible and amazing picture through the live broadcast.

Lu Qingshan’s hands on his knees were a little bit at a loss for a moment of excitement. He looked at the bird and a few butterflies, full of praise, and finally gave a very high evaluation: “The Chinese painting industry needs one more Danqing Grandmaster!”

Tao Yuan said: “Painting and calligraphy double sage, this is the real calligraphy and painting double sage!”

“Wow!”

Rhubarb saw the bird and wanted to tease it, but when he called it, he frightened the bird and the butterfly away.

Chen Xuan smiled, looked at the flowers and trees and a few birds on the painting, and said, “Today’s class is almost over. I promised your poem yesterday. Let’s write a poem with this painting as the theme. ”

Everyone was awakened by these words, and before they had time to savor the shock of this painting, they were once again surprised by Chen Xuan’s words.

“Are you going to write a poem again?”

“Finally, it’s the link I’m most looking forward to!”

“I also suddenly became poetic: there are five birds on paper, a flower, a dozen big trees, it’s so damn good!”

“Good…good poem!”

“Brother, go to be a poet, please, go now, you are such a good literary talent, not being a poet is the loss of the Poetry Association!”

When Chen Xuan was about to write poetry again, Tao Yuan hurriedly studied ink.

If the ink does not move for a long time, it is easy to settle. Once it settles, the written characters and the drawn pictures have different degrees of defects.

Chen Xuan lifted his pen and dipped it into the ink. After the brush bristles evenly absorbed the ink, he hung his wrist and dropped the pen.

I saw the pen like a dragon, and there were beautiful lower letters on the side of the painting.

Chunmian doesn’t know dawn, and I hear birds everywhere.

The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour.

The poem written by Chen Xuan is the well-known “Spring Dawn”!

A simple poem, but full of breath after the beginning of spring.

Coupled with the peony that only bloomed after Gu Yu, it is very suitable for the scene.

“This poem is amazing!”

“It’s so amazing, it feels so normal when I first watched it, the more I look at it, the more it gets wrong.”

“Me too, a poem that obviously feels very simple, but careful study revealed that it is not simple at all.”

“Reading it again makes me feel the breath of spring coming to my face. I am indeed a gifted Brother Chen!”

“There is a poem and book in your belly, and Chen Ge is even more talented than poetry!”