Read the tablet before the meeting, pile up pens and wear inkstones;
You know, the opportunity is not in your hands, but there are waves in your chest.
Writing and laughing through the ages
As the years go by, there are more and more autumn, but I hate myself;
Look up at the moon and look down at the shadow;
Write a smile through the ages, and be ashamed to do anything;
Red beans have a heart, how many Ling blank exercises?
Chorus and Preface of Ma Hesheng's Poetry
Kongming
On March 26th, 2004, it was raining. In the afternoon, I was invited to participate in the 100 Postscript Calligraphy Exhibition held by Wei Junxiu at the entrance of the Academy, and the calligraphy works of Jia Pingwa and Ma Hesheng were among them. Calligraphers talk about it one after another, and when they hear about it occasionally, they suddenly feel sorry. The next day, I sent eight messages to Brother He Sheng:
Calligraphy is beautiful, and a hundred schools of thought contend upstream;
Ling is lofty, lyrical pen is free;
Jia zhi is solid and independent, and Ma Jun is also fine;
Lao Wei became an ancient monument, and then he shocked the world.
On March 27th, 2004, I returned to Lantian. At noon the next day, it was sunny. Sitting alone in the yard, looking at the blooming flowers, I suddenly saw the expression of writing and painting with the sound of the river, and the inspiration came naturally. Therefore, I sent the following eight sentences to Ma Hesheng by SMS:
There are beauties in the north, peerless but not charming;
Take care of elegance and then take care of freshness;
Blue waves miss the moon, blue sky and lonely clouds;
How charming the world is, who can you be gentle with?
I want to say a few more words, with the title "Watching Mahesheng Writing":
The atmosphere is full of wolves, innocent girl dragon waist;
Shu has long sleeves and Yuhuan has short robes.
April 18, 2004 is Sunday. After this poem was sent to Ma Hesheng, I soon received a chorus poem:
The dragon's waist is not heavy, only that the swallow is light;
Indoor spring, bright and clean windows.
The sound of the river is really talented. My heart itches, and I reply to four sentences, saying, "Fight the dragon":
Gaga swan calls, closes the door and crows;
Ear Beach, originally Ma Hesheng.
On April 6th, 2004, I saw Ma Hesheng's calligraphy in Taibai Academy. Among them, there is a seven-character poem with eight sentences, which was improvised by Ma Hesheng for his landscape painting. It was done in one go without axe marks. Its interest is between the lines and integrated with the landscape. Some people who are good at poetry push detailed sentences, thinking that they are unfair, so they change them. Although it is good to change the sentence, it loses its natural interest and falls into the trap of the poet. What's more, Ma Hesheng Jun is a stone of green ridge, which is unusual; Talent is not in the same class, and knowledge is good. His poems, too, are as dull as ruts, which is not the fundamental temperament of river sound. So the next day, I used the topic to play, and occasionally entered eight sentences, not daring to make it a poem.
Why write poetry freely?
The atmosphere turned into a noble sentence, and lofty sentiments were quickly sung;
The brothel holds true celebrities, and the Zen monk is Dongpo;
The sage Lao Du is dead, and later you want to cross the river.
I'm still interested after the last sentence. In fact, the sun shines on the table, and willfulness sends four more sentences:
I really admire my friends and talents. My calligraphy and painting articles cost me a lot of money.
If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's called freehand brushwork.
Interest is becoming more and more difficult to restrain, so I will say four more words:
The love between dragon and horse has existed since ancient times, and there is Zen in seeking flowers and asking for willows.
God favors real celebrities, so girls don't care.
Finally river sound reply, its poem cloud:
Seeking Liuhe from being strong, reciting poems when Kongming is at the top;
There is no need to argue with others in writing and painting.
It's interesting to sing along with it by SMS. Write it down today and reflect on it.
inductance
Man is the spirit of all things, this is man's own promise! Never pretend to be like this (for the sake of), expanding indefinitely. Naturally don't talk, take revenge with action! He who gains from it will suffer from it. Greed is digging your own grave!
Da long he sheng
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