Zhuge Lina
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Writing and painting can be said to be the laziest "life". I was tired of writing. I wandered around the garden and the stream, and for a time, my tiredness disappeared. Occasionally, there are a few peach blossoms and a few waterfowl, which makes people fascinated and hated. During this period, it is really a leisure to pick up the bits and pieces that gradually disappear in the modern rhythm. I think, in this state of mind, the pen can fly and God can get it.
Therefore, I always like to visit quiet gardens and look for the missing spirituality in my creation, the indescribable writing realm. There is a quaint atmosphere here, a quiet scenery, misty clouds, small bridges and flowing water, towering ancient trees, which really makes people intoxicated, temperament and written on paper. Whenever the spring breeze comes to Xu Lai, the fragrance floats, the bridges are thin and the grass is warm. Immersed in it, they are all "free and unfettered" and have a reason to write. In summer, Quchi Lake is windy and full of "good birds singing". It is often a summer resort, calm and clear, and every time I write, I feel that I am in a state of ecstasy. The courtyard in autumn is always the source of my sadness. The mountains are green and the waters are old, and the wind and the load decline. Occasionally, there are lonely and light shadows, such as lonely and elegant immortals, swimming and fiddling ... like a poem like a dream, like a dream. However, feelings, after all, move with the times and cannot but touch the scene. "The snap of your fingers went bad in a flash, indicating that there was nothing at the beginning of creation." That kind of open and simple loneliness seems to be so similar to our "book realm". Although the pen is insincere, it is a dream. When autumn comes and winter comes, the bleak and desolate cold is just silence, but it purifies my already vulgar mind all the time.
Dedicated to calligraphy, more obsessed with gardens. Everything in the garden is made by heart, and the winding path leads to a secluded place. Just like the exquisite and elegant stippling in ancient posts, every detail is in line with my heartbeat all the time, hidden but not revealed, with lofty connotation.
Therefore, I don't like the gardens in Suzhou, where there is too much noise. On the contrary, the gardens in Changzhou, although few people are interested, are exquisite and have pure cultivation. Like running water in the mountains, it is calm and clear. This kind of naturalness, calmness and self-cultivation is really the highest realm of calligraphy.
20 1 1 In March, I borrowed the Moon Pavilion in Yanjing.