1. Write accumulated verses about calligraphy, ink, paper, and inkstones
There are five weapons hidden in the heart of calligraphy, and there is no way to try.
The wine is like flags, drums, pens, knives and spears, and its power falls from the sky to the Milky Way. ——Lu You's "Inscription on the Cursive Script Written While Drunk" (I have a military strategy in my heart, but I want to try it out but there is no way out, so I am full of pride.
Cursive writing is like marching to fight, and drinking before writing is like a soldier. The flags and drums in the center are majestic, the pens in the hands are like swords and guns of warriors, and their momentum is like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky.) Orchid Pavilion's cocoon paper enters Zhaoling, and the ruins in the world are like dragons.
Yan Gong’s reforms brought out new ideas, and the thin tendons penetrated into the bones like an autumn eagle. ——Su Shi's "Sun Xinlao's Poems on the Ink Miao Pavilion" (the original "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection" written on cocoon paper has been buried in Zhaoling, and the glyphs of Wang Xizhi's dragon and tiger leaping are still left in the world.
Yan Zhenqing changed his calligraphy Create new ideas, the font is as strong as an eagle in autumn) Where is the ink on the screen, it is clear that it is full of traces.
Although it is dusty and stained, there are still thick ink marks. ——Han Xie's "Cursive Script Screen" Tears and ink spilled into a book, which will be sent to relatives thousands of miles away.
When the book is gone, the soul is also gone, and the whole body is suddenly empty. ——Meng Jiao's "Returning Letters" I also throw in a few pieces of paper with others, the world is too simple but not too empty - Ming Dynasty Wen Zhengming's "New Year's Greetings" does not seek to meet but to pay a visit, famous papers come to the house to fill the house - Ming Dynasty Wen Zhengming's "New Year's Greetings" The inkstone horse hair is covered with snow and sweat, the five-flowered money is swirled into ice, and the grass on the inkstone in the scene is condensed - Tang Dynasty Cen Shen's "Zou Ma Chuan Xing" to send the army to the Western Expedition/Zuo Ma Chuan Xing to send the doctor to the army "Western Expedition" The bamboo shadows on the window shake on the desk, and the sound of wild springs enters the inkstone pond - Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on My Brother and Nephew's Book Hall". 2. Verses praising pen, ink, paper and inkstones
The She inkstone of the Tang Dynasty suddenly appeared in Jishan, Shanxi
Mi Fu's "Yanshan Inscription" has been deciphered
This newspaper reported that recently, The author saw a Tang Dynasty She inkstone in Jishan County, Shanxi Province. After careful observation, careful comparison, repeated arguments, and consultation with experts, the author initially came to the conclusion that this inkstone is exactly what was described in the calligraphy work "Yanshan Inscription" by Mi Fu, a master of calligraphy in the Song Dynasty. She Yan!
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! 3. 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, which is the best."
The four arts of the study refer to piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting
The four common things of the study refer to pen and ink. , paper, and inkstone. Same as "the four treasures of the study".
The four common treasures of the study are pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.
The Four Scholars of the Study refers to pen, inkstone, paper and ink. The ancients jokingly called the pen Mao Yuanrui, the Marquis of Guancheng, the inkstone Shixuzhong, the Marquis of Jimo, Chu Zhibai, the Haojihou Hou of the paper, and Yi Xuanguang, the Marquis of Songzi, for the ink, hence the name.
The pen, ink, paper and inkstone of prose
The meaning of the pen
To the soul, it is another mouth, another window.
Always maintain the desire to pour out, run horizontally and vertically, open and close. He writes about the glory and dreams of the world, the sublime and the great; he also never shy away from the weakness and despicability, complacency and violence in the dark night. Its tentacles are strong and strong, extending to every river in the country, so there is never a lack of moisture.
To the world of martial arts, it is another sword and another piece of propaganda.
The strong wind is blowing, and the sword energy is like orchid. The faint whistling cuts through the frozen time, inputs the true energy, thaws the blood congestion, and activates Jiangshan's dying meridians. After that, I kept my strength and hidden my edge, retreated into the text, and devoted myself to the creation of fire. Every painting must be filled with tenacity, so that the magnificent mountains and rivers can be created.
In the stormy and gloomy years, one light goes out, but the other light stays on unyieldingly in my heart.
Starting from a pen, how can the silent mouth no longer lose its soul, and let the old locust trees in the village bloom proudly with fragrance. The flowers are big and blooming like snow.
On the swaying land, patriots have raised their pens like rafters. The tip of the pen is like a sword, piercing the sky.
Mo Shang
A prehistoric river, gurgling. Light and heavy, it shows the painted pottery patterns, oracle bone inscriptions and silk calligraphy and painting.
On the side of Zhongnan Mountain, pine smoke fills the sky with colorful graffiti.
Three thousand weak water, only take one scoop. On the shore of time, whose sigh is deep and sincere.
However, 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 all at once the dynasties of Qin, Mu, and Chu are represented.
However, with just one word, your boat will be lightened and your career will be ruined. Where the rivers and seas turn upside down, is it windy, rainy or sunny?
Who can understand the vicissitudes of life behind the paper?
Who can understand the stinginess of cherishing ink like gold?
Even if a drop of ink can penetrate the heart and echo the footprints 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 Phrases
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 blasphemy. You see, the fish's wedding dress under the lotus leaf is as quiet and beautiful, letting the moonlight gurgling past like water, and the eyebrows are sleeping soundly.
Many times, it is not only a road, a curved bridge, a mirror, even a handleless red umbrella, an emotional grave, a praying church, but also a thermometer, a flame, a lintel, a garden and a wind chime. .
Yet I wander, like a misty ghost, hungry and confused;
Yet I am silent, like the helpless gesture of an aphasic patient;
Looking around at a piece of paper , falling into a colorless and tasteless swamp, whether I leave or set out, I will not be able to return to the original shore of time. Just like a pair of hands in love, trembling, but after all they can't draw the cross line leading to you. Had 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. Cutting into or opening the secrets in the folds requires not only the effort of your feet, but also tears and blood, silence and ambiguity, and even the last drop of time.
Another wave surged forward, completely submerging me in a hurry. 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 disappeared;
The bare feet by the Miluo River have also disappeared into the endless questions of heaven;
At the head of the Xunyang River, the autumn maples rustle; in the lonely ocean, there are sighs; in the streets and alleys of Nanjing, the broken bones are miserable. 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 filled with 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 earnest eyes are struggling in the fast food box, please give me a happy beggar's body and let me return to the primitive 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. 4. Does anyone know the poem about pen, ink, paper, and inkstone
Wulu·Bi, ink, paper, and inkstone Type: Poetry and Rhyme Author: Dongfang Yihe Yiyi (Yong Bi) Humble Room Three I ***, there is no fight between wealth and poverty.
A bit of a splendid figure, but a bit of a sinister person. Speak out the words among the flowers, and spring will fly on the paper.
When it comes to craftsmanship, one doesn’t care about the pen, but the pen is chosen by an expert. Second (Ying Mo) The delicate fragrance brings out the joy of writing, and the wonderful product brings out the pine smoke.
Why is the sage of calligraphy so drunk? How can the flower fairy be so beautiful? The five colors are real, virtual and floating, and black and white have a thousand-year rhyme. Do people in Jinmo know? Work hard to compete with the ancient sages.
Part 3 (Ying Paper) Leaning on the desk, standing in the breeze, showing a slight charm. The water is as leisurely as clouds and as quiet as snowflakes sleeping.
Thick for five thousand years, enchanting for tens of thousands of years. Who is the most beautiful in the world of mortals? Su Su Yi Ma Jian.
The fourth one (Yong Inkstone) is round in size, containing smoke and enjoying the pottery. The length of the paper is short, the diameter is short, and the person is short and the inkstone is high.
If you drink the water from the Three Rivers, you can be blessed with thousands of words. If I get this thing, I won't change my purple robe. 5. Regarding firewood, rice, oil and salt, food, clothing, housing and transportation
The Four Treasures of the Study, Five Rules, Pen, Ink, Paper, Inkstone Hu Bingyan
Pen
The green bamboo turns into a jade tube, which is the 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. 6. Poems about brush calligraphy
"Sun Xin Lao's Poems on the Ink Pavilion"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The cocoons and paper of Orchid Pavilion entered Zhaoling, and the remains of the world are still there Soaring dragon.
Yan Gong’s reforms brought out new ideas, and the thin tendons penetrated into the bones like an autumn eagle.
The Xu family's father and son are also extremely handsome, with a strong edge hidden in their words.
The legend of Yishan is engraved with codes and punishments, and the writing skills remain in the sun for thousands of years.
Du Ling’s commentary is thin and hard, so I don’t believe this opinion is fair.
Short, long, fat and thin have their own characteristics. Who dares to hate the jade ring and the flying swallow.
The prefect of Wuxing is so fond of the ancient times that he bought Duanque's waving string.
The tortoise took a seat on the hidden wall of Chi, and sat quietly during the day and night.
Strange traces are scattered across Wuyue, and legends of successful events are praised by friends.
When the book comes and ends, the poem must be written by oneself, so as to write the book with Liwei Xivine.
Later, the present is like the past, and hundreds of years have passed like a lantern.
When Liu Lang recalled congratulations to the prison, he also said that he must keep in mind.
Translation:
The original "Preface to the Lanting Collection" written on cocoon paper has been buried in Zhaoling, and the glyphs of Wang Xizhi's dragon and tiger are still left in the world. Yan Zhenqinggong changed the calligraphy to create new ideas, and the characters are as strong as an eagle in autumn. The calligraphy of Xu Qiaozhi and his son is also extremely delicate, with no sharp edge but vigorous and vigorous strokes. The stone inscriptions on Mount Yi show an example. The calligraphy inheritor for thousands of years is Li Shi Yangbing.
Du Fu commented that calligraphy attaches great importance to thinness and hardness. I cannot accept this view. Whether short, long, fat or thin, calligraphy has its own style. Who can say whether it is Yuhuan, fat, Feiyan or thin, which one is not beautiful? The prefect of Huzhou was so ancient and elegant that he did not hesitate to spend money to buy broken stones and remnants of steles with inscriptions. There is a turtle-shaped stele pedestal in the pavilion, and the wall is inlaid with chilong carvings. During the day, the study is quiet and empty, and only the sound of rubbing the stele can be heard.
You gave the wonderful rubbings to your friends and traveled all over Wuyue. You praised and talked about the elegant things among your friends. He wrote a letter asking for a poem and asked me to write it myself, so I took a wolf hair and wrote it on the famous paper vine. People in later generations look back on today just as people today look back on the past. The passing of a hundred generations is just a lantern in the wind. In the future, people will remember Supervisor He just like Liu Lang did back then, and regret that they did not sit with us at the same time to express their inner respect.
Extended information:
Su Shi (1037-1101), also known as Zizhan and Hezhong, was named Dongpo Jushi and was a native of Meishan, Meizhou (now Sichuan). Son of Su Xun. Jinshi during the Jiayou period (1056-1063). He once wrote a letter to express the disadvantages of Wang Anshi's new law. Later, he was sent to the imperial censor's prison and demoted to Huangzhou for writing poems that satirized the new law. Zhezong of the Song Dynasty was a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy at that time. He once went to Hangzhou and Yingzhou, and became the Minister of Rites.
Together with his father Su Xun and his younger brother Su Zhe, he is collectively known as "Three Su". His writing is vertical and horizontal, and he is one of the "Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties". His poems have broad themes, are fresh and bold, are good at using exaggerated metaphors, and have a unique style. Together with Huang Tingjian, he is also known as "Su Huang". He is a bold and unrestrained poet, and is called "Su Xin" together with Xin Qiji. He also works in calligraphy and painting. There are "Dongpo Seven Collections", "Dongpo Yi Zhuan", "Dongpo Shu Zhuan", "Dongpo Yuefu" and so on.
Sogou Encyclopedia - Sun Xin Lao Qiu Mo Miaoting's Poetry 7. Poems about calligraphy
Chapter 1: Observing calligraphy and iron painting, silver hooks hide the elegant charm, rough and subtle, thick and light, and full of fragrance .
A group of dragons are flying in the ink sea, and the envious ducklings are about to spread their wings. Chapter 2: Zhong Yao's calligraphy: Feihong plays in the sea and is full of energy, and dances with cranes in the sky.
The fine works will be passed down to future generations, and together with Xizhi, he will be called the King of Bells.
Chapter 3: On calligraphy, poetry, calligraphy, painting and seals, they are all connected. The strokes of ink and inkstone are like dragons and snakes. The body and charm are in the same line, carrying the wind and clouds. The changes are all in the meaning of the pen. The expression is soaring in the sky and the earth. Concentrate on the sharp edge, guiding the mountains and rivers, the wind and thunder, the words are inspiring, and the heroes of the times are displayed. Chapter 4: The classical beauty of calligraphy is your soul. Otherwise, why have you been gone for so long? Have you walked through so many clear autumns? That kind of delicate beauty is your appearance. Otherwise, why are you so lovable? So let the wise man impress you? That kind of powerful beauty is your language. Otherwise, why do you stand tall? Obscurity? That subtle beauty is your shyness. Otherwise, why don't you show off to the world? Not aloof from others? You are the rain in the wind that has drenched all the wise men in the world. The thirsty heart is the wind in the rain. I deeply feel that after the rain, it is your existence. Chapter 5: Calligraphy chanting, silver pen in hand, dragon descends to fill and dips in gold ink in the chamber. Fragrance fills the paper, phoenixes flutter and splash ink, and in an instant, articles are written. White clouds add wings to the blue sky, soaring into the green mountains. There are feet on the waves of ink, green willows, charming nodding green pines, standing tall to greet the morning sun. Thousands of thoughts, thousands of warnings hidden in the words. Remember, draw a dragon and a phoenix in your heart. Be a human first. Keep the beauty of calligraphy and ink and become famous, write down the road of life, travel freely and elegantly, have no worries in the world, book lovers give roses to others, leave incense in your hands, write down the years, the vicissitudes of life, my temples are dyed like hoarfrost, we are destined to be together in this life, I fear that we will not meet again in the next life. I am copying The sages' calligraphy is written with pearls and letters to persuade people to have a broad mind. The sky and the earth are wide, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are flowing in the paper. Send the paper and pen, the spirit of the words, and the words are dancing. Friendship is long. Today, there is a wine to toast Xi. It is not in vain. We gather in Orchid Pavilion to talk to old friends and new friends. All because of calligraphy as a bridge. National culture should inherit health, happiness and never forget Chapter 6: Calligraphy is like a cloud rolling back a sword, and the dots are like birds pecking and breaking waves.
Take the oblique meaning horizontally and seek straightness vertically, integrating the form and meaning into the origin of the word. The fu organs are tilted upward and the back is tightly attached to each other. The sky and the earth are carrying the weight and the heart is stable.
The long and short curves change according to the trend, and the previous calls and back responses are connected. Development, continuity, and ingenuity are born, and the muscles and bones of priorities are revealed.
The sparseness can move like a horse, and the ink and white space are all natural. 8. Ancient poems with ink characters
Ink
Miscellaneous poems by Gong Zizhen
The frost is thrown away and the sky is cold, and the light ink is dripping with it.
How dare you treat yourself as a medical expert, and only sell ancient elixirs for prescriptions?
Untitled Lu Xun
There is no wormwood in the ink surface of thousands of families, but there is a song that can move the earth to mourn.
Lian Guangyu has a lot of things on his mind, listening to thunder in a silent place.
In the spring, Lu Xiucai went down to Taiyuan to pay a visit to Yan Shangshu Bai Juyi.
Before they met, they were ups and downs with the customs.
Hong Yang raises the green Minghe, and the dragon lurks in the heart of the clouds and rain.
The spring is far away in the smokey suburbs, and the wind and moraine are deep in the evening.
Where do poets invest? Bingzhou Jiuhanlin.
There is no image on the curtain screen, but there are traces of calligraphy and ink. (Mourning Poem by Pan Yue)
The wind in the sky makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn. (The Song of Thatched Cottage Destroyed by the Autumn Wind by Du Fu)
When you talk about Taoism, what can you ask for in literature and ink? (Playing Songs by Wang Changling)
Untitled by Li Shangyin
They come with empty words and disappear without a trace, the moon is tilted upstairs at the fifth watch.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to cry out, and the book is hastened to become ink.
The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being so far away, and even more so because he was ten thousand layers away from Pengshan.
Farewell to my younger brother Zongyi Liu Zongyuan
The red leaves are scattered and sad, and the tears of farewell are hanging down across the river.
He traveled six thousand miles to the country and died in the wilderness for twelve years.
When the miasma comes to Guiling, the clouds are like ink, and when spring is over in Dongting, the water is like the sky.
If you want to know the dream of lovesickness from now on, it will grow in the smoke of the Ying tree in Jingmen.
Siyuan native Yan Jidao
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn,
A traveler traveling thousands of miles away.
After flying through the clouds, I will return home without any letter.
Where can I send a letter?
The tears don’t stop falling at the window,
I turn the inkstone to grind the ink.
Gradually write goodbye, the depth of this feeling,
The red paper is colorless.
Expressing Heartfelt Feelings Yan Jidao
The lotus leaves in Zhughu are still red in the frost at dawn,
As promised in the autumn.
The beauty fanned Enqian,
She hated the west wind.
The clouds are gone, the moon is hazy, and the night is cold.
At this time, the book was written in tears,
There is no return.
Untitled Li Shangyin
They come with empty words and leave without a trace, the moon is setting at five o’clock upstairs.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to cry out, and the book is hastened to become ink.
The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being so far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan.
Xijiang Moon Huang Tingjian
The golden basin on the side of the moon fell into the water, and the wild geese came back drunk and the ink was empty. Your poems are beautiful and lush in the rain garden. I want to see you in cold clothes. Ant nests dream about the world, and poplar flowers are traced in the wind. Don't wait for Qiuhong to spread the word. Spring mountains are green everywhere.
Nan Gezi Qin Guan
The fragrant ink is drawn in a curved manner, and the swallow fat is light and even. A blue shirt and an apricot yellow skirt. Leaning alone against the jade lantern, I am speechless, with my sandalwood lips dangling. The water flows empty when people leave, and the door is ajar with flying flowers. Where can I find traveling clouds in the chaotic mountains? Another crescent moon shines at dusk.