Divine Star System

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With a relaxed expression on Zhang Yu's face, she quickly finished writing, then dipped in ink, and licked the pen on the edge of the platform. Then she looked at Anna Lange, saying, "I will now teach you to write your name. Anna! Look! "By the way, I picked up the pen and wrote Anna in block letters on rice paper on the table.

When Jiang Chenxuan saw Zhang Yu finish writing, his eyes flashed immediately ... As a Chinese, how could he not know the level of Zhang Yu's writing? It's so good!

From the beginning, Jiang Chenxuan never thought that Zhang Yu's characters were so beautiful, even better than that of the top copybook template, it was simply pleasing!

Anna Lange certainly didn't know exactly what Zhang Yu wrote ... But anyway, she is also a fine arts professional. From the lines of this strange text, she is definitely evenly proportioned and beautiful. You know, this must be very good words.

Tyron Rogerst is a professor at the Hungarian National Academy of Fine Arts, and he is also a well-known painting master in Europe. Although he did not know the words written by Zhang Yu, he had long heard that there are certain pictographs in Chinese characters. style of. At first glance, these two words know that the proportion is symmetrical and the font is beautiful. The structure and skill alone cannot be practiced by ordinary people in three days or two.

Anna Lange took a closer look at this strange typeface. Although she didn't know it, she knew it was her own name, and she had a little impulse in her heart. I wanted to try it out and write Chinese characters. Thinking of this, excitedly said, "Can I try it?"

"Of course!" Zhang Yu smiled and handed the brush to the other party, then gave up the position, and then told the other party how to write in Chinese to make sense.

Anna Lange is also a very intelligent person. After hearing the expert Zhang Yu's detailed explanation, she soon felt a little Chinese writing. How did she say she also studied fine arts and felt a little bit about lines.

Anna Lange soon began to learn to write the first Chinese character of her life ... The Chinese character looks very simple, but it is definitely not easy to write, let alone the first time. Under the guidance of Zhang Yu, she managed to complete her own name. It was not so strong at the time of writing, but after writing, she found it looks awkward. Especially next to it, there are two almost perfect reference objects, which look even more ugly when compared together, which is nothing like what you can write.

Anna Lange looked depressed at the two crooked works. If you want to say that you are also a fine arts student, how can you write your name so ugly, and compare it with that two characters, it is not a standard at all!

Roy Foster smiled and said, "Anna! Your name doesn't look good! Look at what Zhang Yu wrote, and yours looks like a primary school student who just entered elementary school."

"Hehehehehe!" People around laughed when they heard this.

Anna Lange said she was so angry that she said, "Come to Uncle Roy! These are two things. Okay! He grew up in Chinese. I grew up in Hungarian. We It ’s not fair at all to compare Chinese. If I ask him to compare Hungarian with me, would he dare to compare with me? I can get him in minutes! "

"Hehehehehe!" People around smiled when they heard something.

Roy Foster shook his head with a smile and said, "That's not necessarily enough! Do you forget that Zhang Yu is also Hungarian?"

Anna Lange said unscrupulously: "I can speak! It doesn't mean that I can write. I also speak English, does it mean that I am a master of English calligraphy?"

Roy Foster heard this, looked at Zhang Yu with a smile, and said, "Zhang! Do you dare to compare Anna with Hungarian?"

Zhang Yu heard a smile and said, "Try it! But my Hungarian writing is not as good as Miss Anna."

Anna Lange smiled and said, "You can have a sense of self-knowledge! Even if it is better, you can also learn about it!" After that, I looked at my brother again, and said, "Allen! Help me Find a pen. "

Alan Lange heard that he hurried back and found a pen for her sister.

Anna Lange took the pen from her brother and wrote a line in Hungarian on the paper, "The sun is life, poetry is light, and an optimistic person will live forever."

People around looked at Anna as she finished writing, and immediately nodded ... These people have some opinions on literature and music, and naturally know what is good and what is bad. Nicole, especially, was very pleased to see her daughter write so well.

After Anna Lange finished writing, she put down her pen and looked at her work with satisfaction. Then he smiled and turned around and looked at the people around him, and said, "How do you think I wrote?"

Alan Lange admired his face and said, "Sister! Your writing is still so good. Have a chance to teach me, okay? At school, they all laughed at my ugly writing!"

Anna Lange smiled and said, "You have to take more time out of the game, I believe that it has already changed others."

Paul Lange frowned, and said, "Anna! Even if your words are okay, learn to be humble. Don't you know that humility is a virtue?"

Anna Lange seemed to be accustomed to this kind of words, and said indifferently: "The words cannot be said! Even if I want to be humble, then I must write well! Only to be humble. If you write poorly, there is virtue in it What good is it? "

"You!" Paul Lange's arrogance towards this daughter is no longer the same.

Anna Lange looked at Zhang Yu with another look of pride, and said, "It's time for you! If you don't bring a pen, you can write with my pen. To be honest! Your Chinese pen is too bad to use! I'm really curious, why do Chinese people write with such troublesome things! Isn't this the worse the writing is? "After finishing speaking, I put the pen on the paper with some kindness.

Zhang Yu smiled when she saw this, took the pen aside, and then picked up her writing brush again ... Anna Lange snorted unhappyly when she saw Zhang Yu's disapproval.

Zhang Yu picked up the pen and paused, and then his thoughts turned around, and then he began to write in Hungarian, "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet as autumn leaves. If you cry because you lose the sun, then you will also Losing the stars. "

"No! Really! How so well written!"

People around looked at the seemingly magical verse on the paper, and quiet needles were heard.