Once a child, now a boss. Photography is hung on the wall every year. It seems that who I am is so different that it is surprising. It seems like there are many, like a single moment. So I’ll leave it all behind. Open the door, let go and fly in the wind, let others bow and others scold you. ——Contemporary·Qi Gong "Tasha Xing·Old Child" Ta Sha Xing·Old Child The former child is now the boss.
Hang photography on the wall every year.
It seems that who I am is so different that it is shocking.
It seems like there are many, like a single moment.
So I will leave it all behind.
Open the door, let go and fly in the wind, let others pay homage and others scold you. A famous contemporary Chinese calligrapher, painter, educator, classical philologist, connoisseur, redologist, poet, and master of Chinese studies. He once served as associate professor and professor at Beijing Normal University, member of the Standing Committee of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, chairman of the National Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee, director of the Central Research Institute of Literature and History, doctoral tutor, consultant of Jiusan Society, honorary chairman of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, and world Chinese calligrapher and painter. Founding Chairman of the Buddhist Association of China, consultant to the Chinese Buddhist Association, the Palace Museum, and the National Museum, and president of the Xiling Seal Society.
Qi Gong The mountains are high and thousands of sounds are making the sound of autumn. In June, the bed is as cold as ice. People can't sleep as they pat the window, and it's so noisy that they can't even dream about it. The cloud curtain is lifted and the flying catkins are launched, and the toad wheel is rolled out to crush Sujuan. Fortunately, I have a lot of spare energy, how can I go to Yaojing? ——Song Dynasty·Bai Yuchan's "Xu'an uses the rhyme of the word "ice" to get the popularity of poems about strong winds"
Xu'an uses the rhyme of the word "ice" to get the popularity of poems about strong winds.
People are so sleepy that they patted the window so loudly that it was impossible to even dream about it.
The cloud curtain is lifted and the flying catkins are rolled out, and the toad wheel is rolled out to crush Sujun.
Fortunately, I have a lot of spare energy, how can I be promoted to Yaojing? There was a faint thunder in the front mountain, and a drizzle of rain washed away the dry atmosphere. Wherever the cranes fly on the pines, the evening wind whistles the clouds in the sky. ——Song Dynasty·Bai Yuchan's "The Taoist of Zhou"
The Taoist of Zhou There was a faint sound of thunder in the front mountain, and a drizzle of rain washed away the dry atmosphere.
Wherever the crane flies on the pines, and the evening wind breaks the clouds in the sky. The inkstone is as cold as ice, and the candle wax condenses into tears. On a moonlit night, there is frost in the sky, and no one can sleep through the window. Thousands of bamboos are dancing in the wind, and the solitary pine trees are dew green. The yellow crane calls in front of the building, and it makes a clear cry. ——Song Dynasty·Bai Yuchan's "Night Sitting"
Night Sitting The inkstone water is as cold as ice, and the candle wax condenses into tears.
On a moonlit night, there is frost in the sky, making people sleepless by the window.
Thousands of bamboos are dancing in the wind, and the solitary pine trees are dew green.
The yellow crane calls out in front of the building, making a sad cry.