"Not only are the paintings not good, but the poems are also not good. You don't need to look at the content, just look at the name..."Ascending", haha, does it have something to do with this desolate and lonely environment?"

Hmm?

Old guy, you're probably going to die.

You can also question other things. In terms of poetry, especially ancient poetry, An Ran is the number one person today.

Liu Qianshan sneered and ignored him. Instead, he read in a measured tone.

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugong."

"The endless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in."

"The sad autumn of thousands of miles is always a guest, and the illness that has lasted for a hundred years appears on the stage alone."

"Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my wine glass becomes muddy when I am depressed."

After Liu Qianshan finished reading, the scene fell into silence.

There was no sound for a long time. Even the reporter was stunned and didn't say anything for a long time.

It took a full five seconds before someone shouted loudly: "What a poem!"

Then came a wave of applause that resounded throughout the hall.

"What a poem!"

Li Binghao applauded involuntarily.

Compared with this poem, his poem only has four words: "What the hell?"

The first four sentences describe the empty and lonely scenery by the river, the first couplet is a close shot, and the chin couplet is a distant view.

The last four sentences are lyrical, describing the feelings of climbing high.

The scenery and mood echo each other, making people amazed.

Although Li Binghao is shameless, as soon as this kind of good poem comes out, he subconsciously applauds.

"Hmph!"

Che Taigen snorted coldly.

Only then did Li Binghao react and stop quickly, his expression immediately returning to arrogance.

As if to say, is this considered poetry? What kind of junk.

"How's it going? Che Taigen, I don't talk about the younger generation of you in Korea, can anyone in all of you in Korea write such a poem?" Liu Qianshan said, still sighing, "The endless falling trees are rustling, and the Yangtze River is endless.

Come on!"

"Haha, compared with the eternal flow of the Yangtze River in your area, how long does it take to stop flowing...?"

You're stupid.

Che Taigen thought for a long time before saying: "I admit that his poetry is better than Bing Hao's!"

If he were to tell lies with his eyes open, he himself would feel a bit unjustifiable!

"The endless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in..."

This sentence alone can turn Li Binghao's poem into rubbish instantly.

However, Che Taigen was still dissatisfied.

"It's useless to write poetry well, but he's still not as good as Kim Min Ho in calligraphy!"

Are you coming again?

Liu Qianshan was furious.

"Are you really shameless to say such things?" Liu Qianshan said coldly: "If you don't want to talk about anything else, just look at the technique of using the brush. The brushwork is vigorous, the structure is elegant, and it is natural and smooth, especially the few strokes.

The calligraphy is particularly smooth and elegant, with a sense of floating out of the dust. Do you think it is not as good as Jin Minhao?"

"I really doubt how you got the name of a calligrapher!"

Che Taigen frowned and said: "Humph, what's so strange about that? For us, it's not a good word!"

"I admit that he is very good at poetry, but his calligraphy and painting skills are far behind us!"

"In this competition and exchange, we, Korea, won!"

Liu Qianshan looked at him sideways, "Che Taigen, you are insulting the art of calligraphy and painting."

Che Taigen gritted his teeth and refused to let go, "No, it is precisely because of my pursuit of art that I can't talk nonsense. We won!"

The Internet is about to explode at this time.

"Made, Hanzhou Bangzi doesn't respect martial ethics and refuses to admit defeat. He's too shameless!"

"I suggest having a kung fu exchange and letting An Dutong open their IQs!"

"I usually hear that Koreans are shameless, but today I really saw it..."

"Telling lies with your eyes open is really a trick and shameless."

"You are shameless and invincible in the world. You can be sincere and don't bully me!"

Even Xiao Ledao said angrily: "I really didn't expect that as part of cultural exchanges, Koreans would refuse to admit defeat. Don't they feel ashamed?"

Chen Yihe laughed and said: "Shameful? If they have this concept, they don't deserve to be Koreans!"

This is a live broadcast. The two people have obvious tendencies and openly comment, which will cause controversy.

But the anger is in the chest, and I won’t be happy if I don’t talk about it.

The two of them don’t care about so much anymore.

At this time, the camera is pointed directly at the celadon bottle.

Poems, calligraphy and paintings all come to mind.

As long as one has a normal sense of aesthetics, one can see at a glance the vastness and loneliness of the painting and the unrestrained elegance of the calligraphy.

Not to mention the poem "Ascend the High", it can be said to be an eternal quatrain.

Not to mention the poems written by today's small literary and art circles, even the ancient masterpieces of Xiazhou, there are not many that can compare with them.

"You dare to say that this Korean guy is not as good as them?"

"I can't bear it anymore, I'm going to spray them."

"But this is just an exchange meeting. If someone is really shameless and refuses to admit it to death, there is no easy way."

"Is there nothing we can do against these people?"

To be honest, if you are really shameless, there is nothing you can do about it.

Liu Qianshan and Lin Baili were originally literati and elegant guests, and they did not speak foul language, let alone curse.

Che Taigen made it clear, "I'm just shameless." How can you treat me like this?

The two old men suddenly felt helpless.

At this moment, Liu Na suddenly said: "It's easy to compare whose work is better."

"Oh?" Liu Qianshan said quickly: "Tell me about it."

Che Taigen snorted coldly, "This is your Xiazhou territory, no matter what you do, it won't be fair."

He cut off Liu Na's retreat in advance. It was in Xiazhou anyway, so of course you people are biased towards you people.

What is fair?

As long as we lose, it's unfair.

This guy has an extraordinary thickness of skin.

Liu Na glanced at him sideways, "There is a charity party tomorrow. Let's take these things over and auction the purple shirts. We will know who is good and who is bad by looking at the price."

She then said to Cha Taigen: "There are many rich Koreans in there!"

In recent years, Hanzhou Entertainment Company has made a big move into Xiazhou.

I am also very enthusiastic about this kind of charity gala to gain fame. As long as there is one, I will basically not let it go.

Spending a little money, gaining a good reputation, and giving a good impression to the Xiazhou audience is better than anything else.

Xiazhou has a vast territory and a large population.

With great market vitality, Koreans are unwilling to miss any opportunity to express themselves.

I am a frequent visitor to such charity parties.

Che Taigen thought for a moment, then nodded and said: "Okay, but you can't tell who these things belong to in advance, otherwise you Xiazhou people operate in secret, and we will suffer a lot!"

"Save it for yourself!"

An Ran laughed at the side and said: "We can't do such shameless things as you!"

"Mr. An, please maintain respect for art. Just because everyone has different aesthetics doesn't mean we don't respect art!"

Tsk!

At this time, you are still proud of yourself.

Even if you claim to be an artist, it can't change the fact that you are shameless.
Chapter completed!