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1. Verses praising pen, ink, paper and inkstones

She inkstones of the Tang Dynasty suddenly appeared in Jishan, Shanxi

Mi Fu's "Yanshan Inscription" has been deciphered

< p> According to this newspaper, the author recently saw a Tang Dynasty inkstone in Jishan County, Shanxi Province. After careful observation, careful comparison, repeated demonstrations, and consultation with experts, I initially came to the conclusion that this inkstone is the calligraphy work of Mi Fu, a master of calligraphy in the Song Dynasty. The She Inkstone described in "Yanshan Inscription"!

This inkstone is 25 centimeters long, 13 centimeters wide and 15 centimeters high. The full text at the bottom of the inkstone is "Essence of the bones, moistening of the body. In the third year of Taihe, Hongshan respected." "The third year of Taihe" In 830 AD, Hongshan was an eminent monk in the Tang Dynasty. Wei Zhuang, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem "Visiting Hongshan Monk but not encountering the jingshe". Based on this, it can be speculated that the eminent monk Hongshan must have given this inkstone to the royal nobles at that time!

From the appearance, this inkstone is tough, moist and dense, with a gold star pattern and a pale green color. It is the best among She inkstones!

On the front of the inkstone, there is a sun pool in the middle for grinding ink and a moon pool below for storing ink. There is a dragon monster on both sides of the pool. There are dots of gold stars on the surface of the inkstone, like dragons swimming in the water. When pouring water into the Sun Pool to grind the ink, a trace like lightning appears. When the water is removed, the traces disappear automatically. Sun Pool and the Moon Pool Meaning the change of yin and yang, the overall shape of the inkstone is the shape of the Buddhist Taoist gate. All viewers are amazed, it is truly an eternal wonder!

The full text of Mi Fu's "Yanshan Inscription": "The five-color water floating Kunlun Pond in the Yanshan Inscription is rising from the black clouds, hanging dragons, and strange flashing electric traces. The thick Kunji changes and the door opens in front of Baojin Mountain. Xuan Shu. After careful comparison, analysis, and scrutiny, it can be preliminarily concluded that this Tang Dynasty She inkstone is exactly the She inkstone described in Mi Fu's "Yanshan Inscription"

She inkstones are valuable, especially the Tang Dynasty She inkstones. The ancients commented that "it is slippery but does not resist ink, and astringent does not leave pen". Inkstones are treasures, and many poems have been written about them.

The author has a lot of emotions, what a national treasure! You will finally be recorded in history together with "Yanshan Inscription"! >

In order to let everyone feast their eyes, the author has made an appointment with collectors and welcomes collection and appraisal experts from all walks of life to come to Jishan, Shanxi to view Tang Dynasty She inkstones! 2. Does anyone have any famous quotes about pen, ink, paper and inkstones?

: "If you don't see the shape of the characters, you can only see the spirit." The four arts of the study refer to the piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

The four common things of the study refer to the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. "Four Treasures of the Study".

The "Four Treasures of the Study" refer to the brush, inkstone, paper, and inkstone. Same as the "Four Treasures of the Study".

The "Four Treasures of the Study" refer to the pen, inkstone, paper, and inkstone. The ancients The pen is jokingly called Guancheng Hou Mao Yuanrui, the inkstone is Jimo Hou Shixuzhong, the paper is Haoju Hou Chu Zhibai, and the ink is Songzi Hou Yi Xuanguang, so it is called the pen, ink, paper and inkstone of the prose to the soul. , it is another mouth, another window. Always keep the desire to pour out, open and close

Write the glory and dream of the world, and never shy away. Weakness and despicability in the dark night, its tentacles are strong and extend to every river in the world, so it is never short of nourishment.

For the rivers and lakes, it is another sword, another article. The strong wind blows, and the sword energy is like an orchid.

The quiet whistling cuts through the frozen time, injects the true energy, thaws the blood congestion, and then activates the dying meridians and retreats. Within the text, we are committed to creating fire.

Each stroke must be full of tenacity, so that the magnificent country can be framed in the dark years. But a light shines unyieldingly in my heart.

Starting from a pen, the silent mouth no longer loses sight of the soul, allowing the old locust trees in the village to bloom with fragrance. It's like snow.

On the swaying land, the patriots have raised their pens like swords, piercing the sky like a prehistoric river. Flowing. Light and heavy, the painted pottery patterns, oracle bone inscriptions and silk calligraphy and painting are displayed.

On the side of Zhongnan Mountain, the pine smoke is colorful, and the civilized sky is painted with only one scoop of water. /p>

On the shore of time, whose sigh is deep and sincere.

But how many poets and poets were immersed in it and never came back.

In the sky with flying dragons and phoenixes, ink rain appears in profusion, and the dynasties of Qin, Mu, Chu and Chu are all at once. However, with just one word, your boat will be lightened and your career will be ruined.

In a place where rivers and seas are turning upside down, is it windy, rainy or sunny? Who can understand the vicissitudes of life behind the paper? Who will understand the stinginess of cherishing Mo Rujin? Even though a drop of ink can penetrate the heart and echo the traces of history, how can it fill up the sunken and sunken eyes? On days when drops of water turn into ice, read by the stove. How should dry fingers grind the hot, shivering and condensed ink marks?

Paper words tell yourself to sink, walk on the back of a piece of paper, breathe, or drown. No more noise, even spitting out half a bubble is a kind of blasphemy.

You see, the fish wedding dress under the lotus leaf is as quiet and beautiful, letting the moonlight gurgling through like water, sleeping eyebrows. Many times, it is not only a road, a curved bridge, a mirror, or even a handleless red umbrella, an emotional grave, a prayer church, but also a thermometer, a flame, a lintel, a garden and a wind chime.

Yet I wander, like an ethereal ghost, hungry and confused; yet I am mute, like the helpless gesture of an aphasic patient; looking around at a piece of paper, I fall into a colorless and tasteless swamp. Should I leave or start? , I will not be able to return to the original shore of time. Just like a pair of hands in love, trembling, but ultimately unable to draw the cross line leading to you.

Had no choice but to fall into a lonely castle. So what if we find the Dugu Nine Swords? There is no need to teach me the so-called Lingbo Weibu. What I face is just a piece of crumpled paper.

To cut into or open the secrets in the folds, it is not just the effort of your feet, but also tears and blood, silence and ambiguity, and even the last drop of time. Another wave came and engulfed me completely. I didn’t have time to say goodbye to the world, so I sank quietly.

The Inkstone of Absence When I managed to squeeze out a few words between my teeth, I realized that I was speechless for a moment. Turning around, the river carrying the wind and rain has gradually dried up.

It once packed the secret history of a home, and also carried the glory and bitterness of the nation. Like pottery, like porcelain, or even more ancient, with the ebb and flow of the tide, a drop of ink is like a drop of black tears, moistening the vastness of five thousand years.

The pair of smoky ink hands in the Zhongnan Mountains have already disappeared; the bare feet on the Miluo River have also disappeared into the endless sky; at the head of the Xunyang River, the autumn maple rustles; in the Lingting Ocean, There are sighs; the streets and alleys of Nanjing are filled with desolate bones. The history of China is always about an ink-colored river. When the fragrance disappears and the jade disappears, who will smash the overwhelmed ancient inkstone together and wipe out the resentment of one era after another? The bones are still there, the flames are still there, and the square Chinese characters are still there.

But where is the inkstone holding the ink? The source of the bumpy civilization is no longer there, so where will I dip my ink to revive my once anemic body in the wind. When the noisy and eager eyes are struggling across the fast food box, please give me the body of a happy beggar and let me return to the original cave.

In the embers of the burning wasteland, I will continue to cling to the pile of debris, just like guarding a dream that has been absent for too long and too deep. In the faint dream, a flesh-and-blood civilization river passes through my internal organs, shaping me into a cold reef, a concave and convex inkstone, and a gaze as deep as prehistoric times.

Across the ups and downs of the Central Plains, I look forward to a pair of wise hands writing me again. 3. Asking for an acrostic poem, the poem should contain four words: pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, preferably eight sentences

Four Treasures of the Study, Five Rhythms, Pen, Ink, Paper, and Inkstone Hu Bingyan

Pen

The green bamboo turns into a jade tube, which is an unparalleled four virtues.

The ink is swayed as you wish, and the hair is vigorous and joyful.

Briefly describe the dancing phoenix, and the leaping dragon as if it were shocking.

Excellent works will be preserved through the ages, and their charm will be passed down for thousands of years.

Ink

The mellow smoke has been refined for hundreds of years, and thousands of pestles and mortars have been hammered.

The rules are square and round, and flowers, birds, pine trees and cranes cuddle up.

Guixuan has a full flavor, and the sand musk deer gathers green roses.

The traces of the memory linger over the years, but the lingering fragrance still lingers.

Paper

The body is as thin as a wing, and the ink is splashed to make the painting.

The swans reported the news, and the poems were recited with exquisite rhyme.

Suitable for both refined and popular tastes, classics will last forever.

Bitter, spicy, sour and sweet things can endure through the ages.

Inkstone

Adhering to the timeless charm, the exquisite hand-painting is dignified.

Playing with friends for hundreds of years, plump and moisturizing.

Coiling dragons are making waves in the sea of ??ink, wild dew and black frost.

It is rich in spiritual energy and profound in elegance.

4. The poem begins with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, such as pen,

"pen"

Thoughts live in seclusion in the soul

Burning in the heartbeat...

One shot

Straight

Straight

Character

I must have lost some weight

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But extremely wise

Strong and hale and hearty

That character

Still as calm as a mountain in all weathers

That character

Joy and sorrow concern the world

Sinked by the Miluo River

Tempered by the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty

Stained by the snow and blood of the Han Dynasty Passed

Passed by Li Bai's drunkenness

Passed by the waves from the east of the Yangtze River

Passed by the heart of loyalty

Passed by the wind and rain I survived with the sound of reading

I have been through a dream of Red Mansions

That character

Lingding is a bit lonely, right?

But I never live in order to be heard. Destroy eyebrows

Never break your waist for five pecks of rice

Never make a concubine smile

The character's character

has the high mark of six dragons returning to the sun on the top

and the winding and turning back to Sichuan below

The feather fan and silk scarf

< p> The character of the character

The leisurely mind of the heaven and the earth

The organ of creation is painfully vented

The character of the character that calmly regulates the situation of the mountains and rivers< /p>

As soon as I unscrewed my head

I swallowed eight thousand miles of clouds and moons

I swallowed five thousand years of roaring tigers and roaring dragons

Swallowing ink like wine

That character

The scholar got angry and chatted

I just saw the delicate and soft pulse

Guidance Mountains and rivers

A sudden burst of color

"Ink"

Will hold Yuan Shouyi's life

Blessing of light

< p> Grinding

Grinding the Weiyang of the Lingfu

Chaos of the Lingtai

Grinding the scholarly energy

Sacrifice oneself in darkness

Surrender to dripping breath

Hungry and thirsty heart

Surrender to silent dance

and boiling

Fresh blood dripping Opened

The souls of Nirvana roam across the mountains and rivers

Galloping Cangjie’s team

Weeping ghosts

Shocking gods

And bring out the purity of a world

Reopen the world

Let... the fish jump over the dragon gate

"Paper"

Life At the beginning

It was originally so white

Thin

An extremely pure soul

But it can’t stand up to the wind and rain of the world

< p> What an insect and ant

Dust

Never talk about the pain of life

Only unfold the calmness of feelings

Tenderness

Clean up

Clean up all the wet souls

And let all the settled thoughts

and years

be in eternal love Middle

Penetration

"Inkstone"

Why should a room be elegant?

Color is emptiness... maybe

The essence is restrained

The heaven and the earth begin to turn into a stone

Calm

As soon as the spiritual platform is opened

I stay up all night deep

The illusion of overcast and clear weather

Clouds arise and clouds disappear

Loneliness is the best place to brew the nectar of ink and meaning

Brew the sharpness of the pen

The soul of literature

And emptiness is color... modesty

Always like a valley

Accepting the waves of hundreds of rivers

The long river

Sunset

Calmness

Modesty

The spiritual platform is swept away

How many overturned past events and vicissitudes

But also< /p>

Just wash it off 5. What are the ancient poems describing the "Four Treasures of the Study"

The Four Treasures of the Study, the Five Rhythms, Pen, Ink, Paper and Inkstone

Hu Bingyan

Pen

The green bamboo turns into a jade tube, which is unparalleled in all four virtues.

The ink is swayed as you wish, and the hair is vigorous and joyful.

Briefly describe the dancing phoenix, and the leaping dragon as if it were shocking.

Excellent works will be preserved through the ages, and their charm will be passed down for thousands of years.

Ink

The mellow smoke has been refined for hundreds of years, and thousands of pestles and mortars have been hammered.

The rules are square and round, and flowers, birds, pine trees and cranes cuddle up.

Guixuan has a full flavor, and the sand musk deer gathers green roses.

The traces remain over the years, but the lingering fragrance still lingers.

Paper

The body is as thin as a wing, and the ink is splashed to make the painting.

The swan geese reported the news, and the poems were recited with exquisite rhyme.

Suitable for both refined and popular tastes, classics will last forever.

Bitter, spicy, sour and sweet things can endure through the ages.

Inkstone

Adhering to the timeless charm, the exquisite hand-painting is dignified.

Playing with friends for hundreds of years, plump and moisturizing.

Coiling dragons are making waves in the sea of ??ink, wild dew and black frost.

It is rich in spiritual energy and profound in elegance.