I like the poetic guqin, and I am even more intoxicated with the long and clever sound of the piano.
In the melodious sound of the piano, it is particularly quiet and gentle on a rainy night.
Gently open the dusty guqin. Open a favorite tune, a tune implanted in the bone marrow, bearing the quiet years and a beautiful life. Melodious melody, slipping from the fingertips, flowing with life, mumbling voice. As the fingers tap the notes, the memory begins to flow.
Trance, those years, filled my whole world, quietly. The fragrance of the story, the homesickness in the gentle pen. Before I could look back, the crystal in my eyes was full, and my heart was wet. ...
Time flies, in that guqin, there is still your symmetrical breath hidden.
On a moonlit night, I put my heart in the bright moonlight. Meet in the world of mortals and sway in the first fragrance.
Intoxicated by the melodious sound in the guqin, the usual timbre exudes a faint fragrance. The piano rhyme is elegant and chic, quiet and classical and graceful.
I like the feeling of putting my hand on the guqin, as if the guqin is washing away the notes of the soul to fill the empty heart. Quietly feel the voiceless sound flowing from your fingertips. The piano is swaying and hanging from the branches of the moonlight ... the story is intermittent, year after year.
Looking at the dim night and strings outside the window, I struggled to find a trace of acacia. Many years have passed, and the dream is still charming. Only in the melodious sound of the piano can we temporarily forget the worldly glitz.
Stepping on the traces of time, the mottled spots in memory will always be prosperous and extinct in a casual moment.
The emotional melody can let me release my long-lost laughter.
In this life, there is only one guqin, and life and death meet.
2. Chess
Chu River, Han boundary.
Take the lead, just like going on the field, winning or losing, in an instant. When the chess piece falls, the story begins quietly. Buildings crisscross, crisscross with traces of walking. Like a story, like time, with a short life in the middle.
There is no way out.
Sometimes, I also want to be a pawn with my own big dreams. Never stop moving forward, never give up chasing. Even every step is so inconspicuous.
Being a pawn, there is no way out. Ryutsuki is foggy, but I am still firm in my ideals and forge ahead. Life is like chess, and every step is important. Perhaps a casual, it is doomed to the end. In the chessboard, there are thousands of horses and chariots, not just "strength". Hidden deeper, a wise man.
Chess, like life, should focus on the overall situation. On the chessboard, in life, we should have an ingenious and declining mind.
If you win a game of chess, you should think long term. It is hard to become a chess game by haggling over every ounce. It must be an endless atmosphere.
Chess, vertical and horizontal. Chess, there are also Jin Ge iron horses, red blood stained with yellow sand. Winners and losers are immortal.
3. books
Calligraphy is profound and has a long history. Inscribed with Oracle Bone Inscriptions's bamboo slips, books and silks.
Calligraphy embodies a kind of classical happiness. In the world of ink, ink is dripping. Like running water, I put pen to paper and became beautiful. Writing books and painting, poetry is smart and lingering. Dip a wool in some ink. Unwind a long roll of paper and splash ink with a ribbon.
Rich ink fragrance, flowing freely on rice paper. Calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, or dignified and beautiful. Juanjuan's fine print is elegant and clear.
In the world of calligraphy, you can't help being fascinated. An elegant room with pens, ink, paper and inkstone. Spread a piece of rice paper on the long table and brush ink on the edge of the table.
Wang Fa Yan Ti, Su Shi, each has its own merits.
The world of mortals is in chaos. Quiet life, shallow books full of ink, quietly stealing. Between friends, giving them calligraphy works is to convey a sincere affection.
Ink-scented calligraphy, self-cultivation On tired days, I always like to hide in the study. Dip in a little juice and ink, quietly describe the years, so that the poetry is always full, and the years are no longer wasted.
Sending a calligraphy work to a friend is a kind of affection. In the flashy world, calligraphy is classical and precious. Hang a framed calligraphy in your bedroom or hall and fill it with ink.
An elegant room with calligraphy breath can let the soul inhabit and return to the soul.
draw pictures
Show a scroll, white and flawless.
On rice paper, there is a faint fragrance of ink, which solidifies and grows in the long river of culture. An ink painting scroll, delicate and smooth. It is not ink that flows in the painting, but the flowing spirit!
Painting is the crystallization of time, the flesh and blood of culture and the soul of culture. In painting, a little ink, such as paint. Green ink, which has nourished China for five thousand years, has intoxicated countless humanist writers.
There are poems in the painting, feelings in the painting and heaven and earth in the painting.
A painting, hidden in spring, summer, autumn and winter. In the painting, I saw the dawn of spring. Beautiful scenery, grass grows and warblers fly. With a hint of new green, stick your head out and look around. Sitting in a corner of time, I saw the violets in the painting, graceful and graceful. At noon, under the magnolia tree, someone enjoys the cool. Gently shake a leaf of cattail leaf fan and fall asleep naturally.
As I lay dying, the whispers of autumn and the white snowflakes of winter fell like cherry blossoms.
A picture is full of clouds. Pen writing and ink drop are ink blue and white.
Step 5 be poetic
In my heart, there has always been a poem. In my little heart, I left a pure land of poetry.
Poetry is a graceful style. There is no straightforwardness of prose, and there is no ups and downs of novels. But I always wanted to be a poet, so pure.
I met the words in the poem and Gu Mo, which warmed my innocent homesickness. Poetry, took me to the place I always wanted to go, drifted to the ends of the earth and saw the appearance of Wang Yang. Spring blossoms, facing the sea. There are a few wisps of fragrance in the plain words.
I tied Mo Yun's sweet words to coconut trees by the sea and cacti in the desert, and made her fragrant in Wan Li. Leaning against the window, listening to the rain, looking from the balcony.
In the kingdom of poetry, I came to the prosperous Tang Dynasty and visited the poet Li Bai. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon had a threesome with him. Gently spread out the poem scroll and hold a cold one. In the poem, I smell sweet-scented osmanthus and maple leaves are red.
Between the lines, the world is full of ink, and a rhyme song of mountains and rivers is softly sung. I met a graceful and exquisite woman, and those feelings, like new ones, I carefully woven into a gentle breeze and drizzle. Walking in the rain with her, swaying the purple wind chimes of the years.
I've always wanted to be a poet and write poems for you. A shallow book, full of love songs, splashed with ink, leaving lines of hot and burning poems. In the world of poetry, it warms you and fades away the vicissitudes for you.
After all, I am not a poet, not a pure poet. ...
6.wine
Follow the mellow smell of wine and walk all over the streets.
Standing in Chang 'an, smelling the thick wine, I forgot the wine. A pot of wine, the memory quietly remembers, once dribs and drabs, wet the memory.
Along the way, ups and downs. If we can, maybe we will all choose to have a glass of wine and forget those vicissitudes quietly. That long-forgotten past, under the action of wine, is vivid.
The familiar smiling face, at the moment, seems so clear and close. Reach out and hug a cubic meter of air. Love is intoxicating, and wine is intoxicating. Open the box of memory with the key of time. Feel with the feelings of wine and listen to the inner voice with your heart.
Wine is a mysterious culture. We are all trying to solve puzzles, but we are addicted to wine.
In the silent night, I seem to see the original scene.
Actually, there is only one glass of wine between us.
7. tea
Tea smoke, tea margin.
Put a bright moon cup, make a pot of good tea, sprinkle some thoughts into the pot and cook it gently. Pale green, rolling in the tea. Water is sweet, tea is strong, and the moon is hazy.
Take a sip of tea and add a fragrance to your life. Poetic Zen tea, lying drunk yellow sand. A pot of tea is fragrant and elegant.
Enjoy yourself safely at night when no one is around. Besides, buy a cup of tea. In this way, the delicate feelings are ethereal and the brushwork is revealed. I like standing in the world of tea. With the mentality of a pot of tea, calm and pure, it seems that people come and go.
The afternoon sun is shining brightly. Find an elegant residence, sit quietly and drink tea, and steal a quiet place. Boil a pot of good tea with a mountain spring and watch the tea roll in the boiling water. After a while, it exudes an intoxicating faint tea fragrance. In this way, enjoy the comfort of life.
The tea leaves in the water are warm and light, purifying my earthly heart. The deeply evocative fragrance of tea touches the heartstrings back and forth, which is a lingering fragrance.
Tea has different styles. The window is bright and clean, a clear spring, a pot of good tea, a poetic life. Sip a cup of tea and feel the peace, beauty and tranquility of life.
In the country of tea, put the tumbling feelings into the pot. Let the fragrant tea go far away and write an eternal and dense song!