1. Poems about calligraphy ink and paper
Poems about calligraphy ink and paper 1. Write accumulated poems about calligraphy, ink, paper and inkstone
There are five weapons hidden in the heart of calligraphy. If you want to try, there is no way out.
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, so I have empty ambitions.
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 Xin Lao Qiu Mo Miao Pavilion Poems" (the original "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection" written on cocoon paper has been buried in Zhaoling, and the glyph of Wang Xizhi's dragon and tiger leaping is 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 - "Inscription on My Brother and Nephew's Book Hall" by Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty.
2. Verses praising pen, ink, paper and inkstone
She inkstone of the Tang Dynasty suddenly appeared in Jishan, Shanxi
Mi Fu's "Yanshan Inscription" has been deciphered
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, moisturizing 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 clear water is poured 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 marks. 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 to comment on them.
Facing this treasure, the author is full of emotions, it is a national treasure! You will finally be recorded in the annals of history together with "Yanshan Ming"!
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. Poems describing calligraphy
1. Zheng Banqiao's "Poetry on Bamboo and Orchid"
Every day I go to the pond to study ink, but I never use chalk to compete for beauty.
You must know that painting is the same as calligraphy, and orchids and bamboos are like grass.
2. Huang Tingjian
People in the world only learn from Lan Ting's appearance, but if they want to change their character, there is no golden elixir.
Unexpectedly, Yang Fengzi from Luoyang went to Wusilan when he started writing.
3. Du Fu's "Song of the Eight Immortals while Drinking"
Sleeping in a restaurant in Chang'an City. The emperor couldn't get on the boat after calling him, so he claimed that he was a wine-drinking immortal. Zhang Xu's Three Cups of Grass Saint Biography,
He took off his hat and exposed his head in front of the prince, swiping paper like clouds of smoke.
Jiao Sui fought five battles with Fang Zhuoran, and his eloquent talk shocked the four feasts.
4. Li Xin's "Gift to Zhang Jiuxu after Drunk"
Mr. Zhang is an alcoholic and open-minded.
Hao Shouqiongcaoli was called Taihu Jing at that time.
Standing on the bed with the top exposed, he screamed two or three times.
When you are happy, sprinkle it on the plain wall, and the hair will be like a shooting star.
5. Li Huan's "Gift to the Monk of Lingling"
Twenty years after Zhang Dian's death, there was no one to pass on the sage Yancao.
Lingling Sramana followed, and the new book has text as big as a bucket.
When you are excited, your writing is like a whirlwind, but when you are drunk, your enthusiasm becomes even more fierce.
Suddenly, Fei Min danced with two swords, and seven stars scattered around the dragon.
Another example is Wu Sheng’s paintings of ghosts and gods, which frighten oneself.
The hooks and locks are connected and the momentum is endless, and the stubborn and poisonous snakes are fighting for submission.
6. Li Bai's "Songs in Cursive Script to Huai Su"
After getting drunk, my master leaned on the rope bed and scanned thousands of lines in a moment.
The wind and rain are blowing, and the falling flowers and flying snow are endless.
He stood up and kept moving toward the wall. A line of numbers was as big as a bucket.
It’s like hearing a demon and being frightened by thunder, seeing only dragons and snakes running away from time to time.
7. Han Xie's "Screen with Inscription Huai Su in Cursive Script"
Wherever there is a screen, there is a clear trace of Huai Su.
Although it is dusty and stained, the ink stains are particularly thick.
Strange rocks rush into the autumn stream, and ancient pines hang on cold vines.
If you were taught to take photos near the water, every word would be like a dragon.
8. Wang Menglou's "Kuaixuetang Postscript"
I once heard of catching a whale in the blue sea, but my spiritual power was limited and my luck was too weak.
The three tripods of asking Qi, ancient and modern, are Du Shi, Han Bi and Yan Shu.
9. Dou Ji's "Song of Master Huaisu in Cursive Script"
The mad monk wields his energy wildly and freely, letting heaven alone destroy the rhythm.
Dragons and tigers are gradually born due to pointillism, but thunder avoids sharp edges.
Isn’t the fish paper silk expensive? It’s just too cramped for children’s play.
There are dozens of pink-walled corridors, so you don’t have to be open-minded when you are happy.
When the elders and younger ones gathered together, the virtuous and powerful people arrived, and they were still half-drunk while borrowing koji from their pillows.
Suddenly there were three or five screams, and the paper was filled with tens of millions of words.
10. Fu Shan's "Lun Shu"
Before studying Lu Gong's writings, first read Lu Gong's exegesis.
Pingyuan Qi is in the chest, and Mao Yingzhi swallows the captives.
4. What are the poems about calligraphy?
Qinghua.com homepage gt; gt; Poems about calligraphy Author: Xihai Reading: 4121 times Time: 13-03-28 09 : 40:09 Column: Poetry Chapter 1: Observe the elegant charm of calligraphy, iron painting, and silver hooks, which are 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 are all connected. The brush strokes, ink and inkstone are like dragons and snakes moving, the body and charm are in the same line, carrying the wind and clouds. The changes are all in the meaning of the pen, and the expression is soaring beyond the sky and the earth. Concentrate on the sharp edge to point the country, the wind and thunder roar, and the words are also the heroes of the times. 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. You are the thirsty heart. You are the wind in the rain. I deeply feel that after the rain, that is your existence. Chapter 5: Calligraphy chanting, holding a silver pen in hand, the dragon descends to its full body and dips it in the golden ink chamber. Incense fills the paper with fluttering phoenixes and splashes of ink. In an instant, there is an article. The white clouds add wings to the blue sky. The green mountains have feet on the waves of ink. Green willows are nodding charmingly. Green pines stand tall to greet the morning sun. Thousands of thoughts are hidden in the words. Thousands of warnings are hidden in the heart. Draw a dragon and a phoenix in your heart. Be a human first. Keep the beauty of calligraphy and ink and become famous, write about 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 about the years, the vicissitudes of life, my temples are dyed like white frost, 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 straighten it 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 calls are connected with each other. Development, continuity, and spontaneity are born out of cleverness, and the muscles and bones are revealed in priorities.
The sparseness can move like a horse, and the ink and white space are all natural.
5. Does anyone have a famous saying about pen, ink, paper and inkstone?
: "If you don't see the shape of the characters, you can only see the spirit, which is the best." The four arts of study refer to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. .
The four objects of the study commonly refer to pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Same as "Four Treasures of the Study".
The four scholars commonly refer to pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Same as "Four Treasures of the Study".
The Four Scholars of the Study refers to pen, inkstone, paper and ink. The ancients jokingly called the pen the Marquis of Guancheng, Mao Yuanrui, the inkstone, Marquis Shixuzhong of Jimo, the paper, Marquis Chu Zhibai, the Haoji Marquis, and the ink, Marquis Yi Xuanguang, Songzi, hence the name.
The meaning of prose is written with ink, paper and inkstone. To the soul, it is another mouth and another window. Always maintain the desire to pour out, run horizontally and vertically, open and close.
He writes about the glory and dreams, the sublime and the great in the world; 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 an orchid.
The faint and gentle whistling cuts through the frozen time, inputs the true energy, thaws the blood congestion, and activates the dying meridians of Jiangshan. After that, I kept my strength and hidden my edge, retreated into the text, and devoted myself to the creation of fire.
Every bit of painting must be filled with tenacity, so that the magnificent mountains and rivers can be built. 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 with fragrance proudly. 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. There are three thousand weak water, but only one scoop is taken.
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 all at once the dynasties of Qin, Mu, Chu and Chu are represented. But 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.
Look, the fish wedding dress under the lotus leaves is as quiet and beautiful, letting the moonlight gurgling past like water, with the sleeping eyebrows. Many times, it is not only a road, a curved bridge, a mirror, 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 after all they can't 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.
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 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 wind-swept river 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 even smashes the overwhelmed ancient inkstone and wipes 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 in to rejuvenate my once anemic body in the wind. When the noisy and earnest eyes are struggling across the fast food box, please give me a happy beggar's body 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.