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The old man didn't know when he fell in love with calligraphy.

He was born in the poor countryside. In addition to a few textbooks when he was a teenager, he couldn't see a few books, let alone copying the copy of the copy and the copybook. In the hometown, there were several court officials in the mountains. On the mottled door panels of the old houses, the couplets written by red paint are also left. Although it is broken, it can distinguish the ancient charm. Poetry and books are the same as "and so on. These times, the words of these times, the portrait of the gold hook and silver, hook the old man's hot teenager's heart that year.

Without paper and pen, ride on the back of the cow, and the small tube kept drawing on the old cow's back. Decades passed by, the small tubes became old pipes, and Xiaoshan Village became a popular tourist area. Many villagers who went out to work quietly returned. The old man was silently in the center of the village and opened a small restaurant. The business of the small hotel is not very hot, and it is not much worse. Anyway, the family is enough to eat and drink. The old tube does not like tobacco and alcohol, nor does it play mahjong poker. In the small restaurant, he is a boss, a guy, and a chef. When the guest ordered leeks, he was holding a spoon in his hand, but he thought of "Leeper Post" in his head. When the hand peels the scutellaria cricket, the dragon snake jumped out of the mind. When the guests are quiet, pack the dishes and wipe the tables and chairs. He dipped in water with his hands and danced at the table. When I wrote it, it seemed as if the saint of all generations stood beside him.

His strokes did not start a stroke, but rippled in small towns. The rural people are so ancient. Wedding He Shou does not need to printed on the market on the market. The old man often was caught by a hometown of a happy event. Fortunately, the old tube must be required to be written everywhere. I feel that they are written everywhere.

There is a clan in the provincial capital, and it is also a calligrapher. He received an invitation from the past from rural express delivery. He said that he was a niece. At first, the calligrapher thought that this invitation was a common printed large -road goods, and after reading it, he was thrown in the book case. That night, under the moonlight, the red publicity of the sprinkler, the flowing books of a few lines like the flowing water, was surprised that this was a calligraphy that was very good at home. : "True Tibetan Dragon Crouching Tiger!"

When the calligrapher went to the countryside to banquet, he had no intention of drinking, but visited the old man. I saw that there was no decoration in the old hotel, and the book of the book was hung on all walls. There is no old manner at the front desk. The scholar went straight to the back hall, and saw that the old man stood in front of the stove of the fire. He waved like a giant pen and waved freely. When he saw the old man, the calligrapher asked: "Where are you? Member of the Book Association? "Lao Guan shook his head blankly. The calligrapher also asked, "Which calligraphy co -exhibition can you participate in?" The old man still shook his head ignorant. The visiting guest regretted: "It's a pity! It's a pity! Talent!" Towers who were eating wine listened to laugh.

However, half a month, the old manager received WeChat from the provincial calligrapher of the provincial capital, saying that he will host the Calligraphy Contest of the East China Six Provincial Cities and Municipal Calligraphy Contest once every five years. Lao Guan was busy burning vegetables, and he responded impatiently: "Even if you participate in the competition. The country dance in the country in the countryside, I do n’t write any game without the game, I’ m happy! ”The calligrapher was a little displeased, replying to reply, replying Tao: "Why don't you get up? Send a picture, even if you give me a thin face."

The old man was softened. He never wrote and did not mount. The next day, he got up early, and made a good work in one go. He rushed to the county seat to find a large wind hall mounting shop to mount this word. meeting. In less than three days, Lao Guan followed the staff of the preparatory committee of the Book Fair Contest: "You are Mr. Guan! How did you do it? How can you send such a realistic willow body post to participate? Really funny!" Lao Guan stunned for a while before he responded: "Teacher! Please take a closer look at the questions and stamps!" The other party also stunned for a while. Suddenly, he "ah" for a long time, which seemed to sigh and was more surprised.

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