The characteristics of Cursive Script: The strokes are connected and rounded, and the characters are wild and varied.
In fact, calligraphy is very mysterious, especially wild cursive. It is often created by the calligrapher in a specific situation, with overflowing passion and under an excited mood.
Take Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo" for example.
Do not listen to the sound of rain beating through the forest, a straw cloak and the smoke and rain are enough for a lifetime.
Looking back at the desolate place from which I came, there was neither wind nor rain, nor was it clear.
Yang Dong wrote very quickly, and the entire work was almost finished.
Although many people could not understand what he was writing, it did not prevent them from being awed by his momentum.
On the judges' bench.
Qin Chuan stroked his mustache, his eyes gleaming: "This kid is very bold to use wild cursive in this competition. It's a pity that it has form but lacks spirit. This is a good imitation, but nothing more."
The other judges also expressed their opinions.
"Old Qin is right, it has form but lacks spirit. However, to dare to attempt wild cursive at this age is already exceptional. I think this child will achieve something in the field of calligraphy."
"Indeed, if Chairman Shen's granddaughter were not competing, he should have won first place."
"Young people still need encouragement. I think the second place has also been decided this time."
The commentator jumped out again.
"We are now seeing the champion of last year's campus calligraphy competition – Yang Dong!"
"I heard some students say he was scribbling nonsense, but I need to clarify this. Yang Dong is writing wild cursive!"
"Wild cursive has a grand momentum. It is like the vast sea stretching to the horizon. At high tide, it roars and surges forward, like thunder, with infinite power; at low tide, it retreats quietly, like drawing silk; once it encounters a storm, it overturns mountains and rivers, swallowing the land."
"Those flowing and unrestrained lines, the undulating strokes, heavy as collapsing clouds, light as cicada wings, soft as drawing silk, lingering and entwined, moist as spring rain, dry and cracked as autumn wind, bitter as the colorlessness of winter without moisture, suppressed as a falling stone, abruptly stopping."
"Therefore, this is actually a good work. Please appreciate it more!"
It can be seen that the commentator is a fan of Yang Dong and is very enthusiastic and energetic in his commentary.
With the commentator's diligent recommendation, the public opinion also began to change.
"I knew Yang Dong wouldn't be scribbling nonsense. His calligraphy is so good. Those who don't understand just talk nonsense."
"Indeed, calligraphy is something not everyone can appreciate. This calligraphy looks better than Shen Musi's!"
"Come on, stop pretending to understand when you don't. Although this calligraphy work is not bad, it's far worse than Shen Musi's."
"What do you mean far worse? I think Yang Dong is better than Shen Musi! Can Shen Musi write wild cursive? I don't think so. Yang Dong can write running script, and it's still displayed in the library."
"Yang Dong is good, but anyone with discerning eyes can see he's not as good as Shen Musi. Let's not argue pointlessly."
The crowd argued fiercely, mostly discussing who was better between Yang Dong and Shen Musi.
At this moment, the screen switched again.
It switched to Zhang Tao.
Zhang Tao's face was pale, but his eyes were fixed on the rice paper in front of him. He used a somewhat non-standard method of supporting his elbow and wrist.
However, the characters he wrote were wild and unrestrained, drawing exclamations from the crowd.
"What is this guy writing? Why does it look even wilder than Yang Dong's?"
"Even though it looks like a primary school student, is he actually a king?"
"Hahaha, do you guys have any judgment? This guy is just scribbling nonsense!"
"Exactly, is he even writing? I think he's painting."
"No, you can vaguely make out that he's writing 'I want to pee'!"
"What the heck, 'I want to pee', but it really looks like it, hahahaha."
Zhang Tao's expression changed. The discussions were very loud, and his hearing was quite good, so he naturally heard them.
However, he was surprised that someone could tell he was writing "I want to pee"?
He originally thought that his writing was so wild and unrestrained that no one would be able to tell.
Zhang Tao's face turned red. This was truly humiliating.
The camera quickly moved away, and Zhang Tao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking how agonizing it was. He vowed never to participate in such a competition again.
If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job.
Zhang Tao truly understood the real meaning of this saying today.
As Zhang Tao breathed a sigh of relief, he turned around to check on Wang Yue's condition.
In his understanding, he and Wang Yue were both here to slack off. Wang Yue should also be scribbling randomly, right?
Turning his head, Zhang Tao found that Wang Yue hadn't even picked up the brush yet and was looking around.
"Damn, he's slacking off even more than me. Why didn't the camera focus on him?"
Zhang Tao felt a sense of imbalance.
This was more embarrassing than his own situation, standing there without moving a muscle.
Perhaps the photographer heard Zhang Tao's thoughts.
The camera finally focused on Wang Yue.
Seeing Wang Yue's state, the crowd started discussing again.
"What is this handsome guy doing? Why hasn't he written a single character?"
"Do I need to say? He can't write. But I admire his courage for slacking off so openly."
"Hahaha, he hasn't even picked up the brush, he's so cute!"
"Stop acting like a fangirl! This is disrespectful to the competition and to the other contestants!"
At this moment, Wang Yue's voice came from the screen.
"Excuse me, cameraman, can you ask the judges to get me a larger, longer piece of paper? This paper is too small, and I can't perform well."
Many jealous boys started to mock him again.
"Not performing well? At least pretend better."
"Hahaha, blame the earth for not having gravity when you can't poop, this is a show-off!"
"What's the use of being handsome? He's still an empty shell."
However, the judges did fulfill Wang Yue's request. Soon, an uncut piece of rice paper was brought over, rolled up in a tube.
"How much do you need, student?"
The judge asked.
"24.5 cm in height, 69.9 cm in width."
Wang Yue said with a smile, "Thank you."
These words, transmitted by the cameraman's microphone, spread throughout the venue.
"What a strange request, is this some kind of monster?"
"Troublemaker! Don't broadcast him, it's affecting my mood."
"Handsome guys have their reasons, I support him!"
But no one noticed.
Shen Musi's hand paused for a moment.
Yang Dong also looked up at Wang Yue.
Qin Chuan on the judges' bench snorted coldly: "This kid is a bit overconfident."
The other judges were discussing.
"What does Old Qin mean by that?"
"Old Zhou, your knowledge is still too superficial. Old Zhao, you explain."
"I don't think you know either, do you? Hahaha, but I actually do know."
"The extant copies of the Lanting Xu are best represented by the 'Shenlong Ben,' a copy by Feng Chengsu of the Tang Dynasty. It is on paper, in running script, 24.5 cm in height and 69.9 cm in width."
"Holy crap? Are you saying?"
"That's right, this kid wants to imitate it."
"The number one running script in the world!"