Zhang Lu nodded, “Right. Write anything that comes to your mind. It preferably resonates with the poetry compilation’s contents. If the first page began with the poetry compilation, it would feel like something is lacking. What say you?”
“Alright.” Zhang Ye asked, “Do you have a pen?”
Zhang Lu’s eyes lit up, “Are you writing it now? Good! Of course there is!”
The people behind him all knew that it wasn’t easy for someone to witness Zhang Ye creating a work on the spot. They were very happy and excited, “Why don’t you use a brush? If that’s the case, we can directly use your words for the cover or preface. It will feel better than using computer fonts.”
Zhang Lu agreed, “Right. What a good idea. I heard that Teacher Zhang’s words are pretty good.”
“Sure,” Zhang Ye did not mind.