Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, and tea. Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, camellia (with a fragrance), etc. are conventional elements of ancient Chinese elegant culture. On the surface, they seem to be equal, but in fact, in the ancient language dominated by Confucianism, which is known for its strict distinction between realms and levels. Under the circumstances, their level, seniority and realm are not on the same level.
If a scholar-official or a dean of an academy cannot or is not good at playing the piano, playing chess, calligraphy, painting, drinking, tasting tea, flower arranging, or incense arranging, he may be ridiculed. However, if he does not know how to do it, Reciting poems and writing articles in ancient times was probably not a matter of ridicule, but laughter and surprise. Because playing the harp and drinking wine, plus flower arrangements, tea ceremonies, incense ceremonies, etc., can at best be regarded as side skills for "Hinravana literati". Worrying about the country and the people, reciting poems and writing essays, has always been regarded as the duty of a true literati and a sign of a "Mahayana scholar-official". Therefore, the status and realm of other elements of elegant culture are really incomparable with the status and realm of poetry. This This is also the reason why it is often said in ancient novels that "poetry is the proof".
The "Eight Elegant" in traditional Chinese culture refers to: piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, and tea. Each of them represents a lifestyle of ancient literati. It is also a symbol of Chinese culture.
Yiqin
A centuries-old song by a close friend will leave a lasting name in the world.
The fallen geese are singing on the sand, and the fish and woodcutters on the mountains and rivers are asking for peace of mind.
You get drunk by playing the melody lightly, but you wake up by breaking the strings in several places?
Even if there are thousands of true feelings, who will listen if Ziqi is not around?
Second Chess
The smoke of gunfire rises silently, and the black and white are mixed with clouds and rain.
Search for ingenious strategies with focused eyes, and concentrate on secret maneuvers.
The mountains and rivers are exhausted, there are no boats and boats, and the road turns to the peak to return to a different kind of sky.
The world is a dream in a small space, and you are happy to think twice about your decision.
Three Books
There is no fragrance and no grass, but the fragrance is fragrant, and the stone inkstone is grinded and flying ink stains the pond.
The pen moves like a dragon and the snake coils in nine melodies, and the luan flies and the phoenix dances across the three rivers.
In the deep mountains of Lushan Mountain, peach blossoms on human faces are reflected all over the walls.
The iron paintings and silver hooks are written forever, and the elegant affairs of the Spring and Autumn Period are hidden.
Four Paintings
Clouds, rain, mountains and rivers are decorated on plain paper, and the dawn wind and the waning moon enter the beautiful chapter.
A thousand-year charm lingers in every trace, and the seven colors melt into each other.
The sound of pines and streams on the mountain road, and the boats gliding by the Snow Creek Pavilion.
Who keeps spring always there, and only the pictures and flowers remain fragrant forever.
Five poems
Thinking about writing a new chapter, my love for poetry is almost crazy
The farewell poems in the morning are sad and resentful, and the poems in the evening are full of laughter and pity.
Spring flowers and autumn rain all form a rhyme, and the dawn moon and frost all enter the couplet.
Occasionally I get a good poem and forget about it, and I don’t know the year of Tang Feng.
Liujiu
The light fragrance is slightly translucent, and Xinghua Village delivers fragrance outside.
The other gentleman holds his hand with infinite affection, and the friend who pours the cup becomes drunk and crazy.
I often accompany poets to drink in the moonlight, and follow poets to wander around poetry.
Thousands of miles away from home, I love my hometown the most.
Seven Flowers
At the bottom of the dead branches and leaves, waiting for the rising sun, love finally blooms and becomes fragrant.
The red cheeks shyly peek at the dancing butterflies, and the red lips lightly open to sing about busy bees.
Invite the garden to be filled with spring scenery and capture the refreshing breeze and fragrance.
Wandering in the dust without regrets, new life will see prosperity from this.
Eight Teas
Waiting for the sun at the bottom of the dead branches and leaves, the love finally blooms and the fragrance is dark.
The essence of the sun and moon is hidden at the bottom of the leaves, so you can take a quiet bath without being ostentatious.
Quietly blending with the colors of the sea and thousands of rivers, and darkly moistening the fragrance of the four seasons for thousands of years.
The gentle breeze outside the window changes with the warmth and coldness, and the fragrance of pure friends in the pot comes from itself.