The first tree in my home, West Wild Goose Lake, is full of flowers and light ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
I always stop to read these three words carefully after I finish writing. Calligraphy is like a key to meditation, which opens up various understandings of traditional culture and aesthetics. Busy with tedious life and work every day, I take a short time to write and write, and feel my anxiety as if it had been ironed out by the pen between the lines. This unique sense of satisfaction is a small blessing in life.
1on duty at the end of February. At the end of the year, looking back at the place where new days alternate is an anxious month. Born in the world, you and I are both mortal, of course, we will be anxious. There are various ways to make yourself comfortable when you are anxious, such as reading, drinking tea, writing, listening to music and cleaning. In short, when you are anxious, don't follow this emotion, but let time slow down and stop.
Recently, I was in Cao Quanbei. Guan Liang, a Qing man, once said, "Cao Quanchu is a scholar and easy to wander." This is my trouble. I always feel that the lines are weak and weak. When my mother and I were drinking soybean milk in the snack bar, she dipped chopsticks in soybean milk to show me how to write. After watching my temporary paste exercise, my father commented and demonstrated with a pen. In Yu 'an Academy, Chang Wei and Pan Bing's demonstrations were vigorous and vivid. When the pen reaches my hand, it is always soft and baggy.
I happened to see Yao Boduo's open class on Cao Quan on WeChat official account, where I thought about calligraphy. After cleaning up the housework, I listened carefully to the first section. With the theme of "the beauty of a bowl of rice porridge", he described the contrast and change of thickness, the difference of visual perception between Song and Zhi, and the sense of space. Taking Greek statues and Song porcelain as examples, he described Cao Quan's inner temperament. Comparing Zhao Mengfu's words, Ozu's films, Bach's arias and Zhou Zuoren's prose, the simpler you are, the more elegant you can get. Yao Boduo also said that when you are in Cao Quan, you should first think about those beautiful things. Whatever you can think of, your handwriting is beautiful. When you think about it, Cao Quan feels like the water in Liujiang. Liudu River, located between Moon Mountain and Leigong Mountain in Guizhou, is mysterious and quiet, clear and carefree, without carving. You can feel its flow, but it is relaxed and leisurely. It gathers streams, passes through canyons hundreds of meters deep, gathers into rivers, and then flows to the Pearl River in the south and flows into the South China Sea. The first car in Guizhou was shipped through this 3 10 km Duliu River. On the way to the sea, through mysterious and unknown areas, ancient banyan trees like braids were combed along the way, nourishing people of different nationalities, and all the way south was beautiful and silent. That is the most beautiful gesture of Cao Quanbei in my heart.
When I wrote the horizontal line of the silkworm head and goose tail, I remembered Toby Lin's description of the elephant on the tail. She said that every stroke of a word in the eyes of the ancients is like a structure in a living body, and the quality and density of stippling should be rich, which should not be underestimated and written casually. No matter how thin a stroke is, it will be very stable, just like that metaphor: an elephant can stand at the end of each stroke.
I remember that Teacher Ma Hongming used to say in every demonstration: Pen should be handed in. I guess that's what it means
The end of the year, time can't stay. Walking at the end of the pen, standing horizontally and vertically, but stopping on the paper.
The ink faded, especially in Qing Huan.
Exquisite, fluttering, elegant, not bound, not in a hurry, not lagging behind. At this moment, Cao Quan became the most beautiful thing in my heart.