From the earth, from black, black also makes a sound. Original meaning: The black pigment used in calligraphy and painting is made of pine smoke and other raw materials.
Ink, book ink also. -Shuowen was written with pen and ink.
-"Zhuangzi Tian Zifang" Shi Zhanmo. -"Zhou Li Zhan Ren" with its ink.
-"Zhou Li stoppage time". Note: "You know the omen when you are familiar with it."
Another example: Mowan (a kind of Gu Mo); Ink book (rubbings); Mo Gong (ink maker); Ink makeup (face makeup with ink); Ink road (ink line) 2, refers to poetry or calligraphy and painting, and then bows and salutes. -Yang Xiong's Yang Changfu is another example: Mo Junzhu (ink bamboo painting); Mo Wen; Ink; Mo Bing (referring to history books; Refers to calligraphy and painting poetry); Mo Miao (exquisite articles, calligraphy and painting); Ink post (France post.
Name the rubbings or prints of French books. Rope ink Woodworking is used to correct the straightness of Mo Dou line.
-"Mandarin Zhou Yu" ink is not dry. Ty Faxuan.
Note: "It's called rope ink." Another example: Mo Dou (a tool for carpenters to draw straight lines); Ink road (ink line.
A line drawn by a carpenter on wood to correct straightness. One of the five punishments in ancient China. Carve denominations and dye them black as a sign of punishment.
It was called "ink punishment" in Shang and Zhou Dynasties and "ink punishment" in Qin and Han Dynasties. -"White Tiger Tong Five Punishment" contains 500 crimes of ink.
-"Zhou Li, punishment". Note: "Yes.
Carve its face first, and then suffocate it with ink. "5, refers to Mohism.
Mo Zhai was an important school of thought in the Warring States Period and one of the "Nine Scholars". He created such things as Mohism (Mohist disciple and scholar) 6. Pass the word. The rope emblem corrects the ink mark.
-Yang Xiong's "Robbery of the DPRK" 7. Tong "Mo" is also a surname. According to Fan Wenlan's General History of China, "Xiping, Henan Province has a furnace smelting city and Tangxi Village, which is a famous place where Korean swords are cast.
Xiping has longyuan water and a strong sword. According to Han Dian, Yang Mo was called Mei Jian in ancient times.
Yang Mo local name, its real estate sword, because of the famous sword. "Songs of the South" Volume 17: "Slow down, fuck me, ink the sun.
Yang Mo, sword name. There is also a surname of Mo (Mo) in the history books: "Male and female swords; Yanyuan Julu Hall is the ancestral hall general association.
It can be seen that Mo Ye is a surname. Adjective 1, black ink, black also.
-"Guangya Interpreter" has deep ink. -"Mencius Teng Wengong" I have great worries about the color of the prince of Wu.
-"Mandarin Wu Yu". Note: "It is said that carnivores have no ink.
The prince of Wu has ink today. Ink, black gas also. "
Its colored ink. -Wei Ming Yi Xue's "The Story of the Nuclear Ship", the Russian wind sets off the clouds and ink.
-Tang Du Fu's "Caotang was blown by the autumn wind" wrote about burying Wengong. -"Thirty-two years of Zuo Zhuan Xi Gong" begins.
-"Thirty-two years of Zuo Zhuan Xi Gong" is another example: Mofu (black funeral); Ink surface (describing black and thin face); Jet (jet); Ink coat (black, meaning mourning); Ink ash (black ash) 2, corruption is not cheap and corrupt officials are ink. -"Left Zhao Zhuan".
2. Wu Jiaji's poem "March 3 quatrains" about Moran
The bow of the boat rained like silk last night, and all the orchids in my pot were flooded.
Fanrui strives for the opening day, which is the time for tourists to get home.
Zhu Yizun's "Mrs. Gu Painting Orchids"
Brothel people went to the pen bed empty, and Xizhou thanked them.
There is also the color of Qinhuai Cao Fang, and the lights are evenly dyed with sunset red.
Wang Fengnv painted orchids.
Beggars get the beauty described by poets, and Yaochi is clear and beautiful.
As soon as I say nothing from a weak point of view, Yaya's proposal is pitiful.
Shi Tao's cymbidium
The root has left the dust, so there is no poem, and poetry gives loneliness.
Who has used a thousand sticks of incense? When the ink is spilled in the pool, it will be relieved.
Massai fighters in East Africa
The bones are clear and the leaves are true, and the wind is amazing.
My own pen and ink is written by myself, that is, the front is the back.
Massai fighters in East Africa
I'm tired of listening to Huang except Yao Cao's Spring Star.
Under the leaves, you walk through the clouds, and nothing in the world is completely green.
I believe he is drunk in the cold valley, and my dress is spineless.
Not every flower can be infatuated, but it is more fragrant in the dust.
Qiu Lan of Michelle Ye, Isinggio.
There are potted plants in front of the temple, and orchids are unique. In the past, they were called Wang Xiangxiang and Mr. Fang because of the four rhymes.
Qiu Lan color, green cloth leaf.
Love this king's incense, show the atrium with flowers.
You fen San, static shadow sparse.
Is it necessary to waste more than nine books on Sao Jing?
The bamboo forests in Yun Qi are very lush, and the mountains are full of orchids.
The mountain road is Xu He, and the sound of streams can be heard everywhere.
The bamboo is dark and the old wood is dead.
Listen to the birds singing on the threshold and climb the cliff to collect different scents.
In the middle of spring, everything blooms.
Orchid ode
The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.
Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it.
Fan Cheng's "Yong Huai"
Orchid is the king's fragrance, and the powder is in the breeze.
Never cave in, never strive for wealth and beauty.
Winter orchids in Cao Yin
Winter grass is cold and blue, and orchids are flowers.
As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet.
Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it.
At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows want to weave yarn.
Zhu Zaizhen's Jian Lan
The jungle grows in a valley and berries are scattered all over the forest.
If you don't sew, you will get hurt. Better than being a doorknob.
After crossing the mountain, Zi Peizhen went to several pavilions.
Turn around and forget Min Hai, and fall in love with Xiang.
Think lightly about returning home in the daytime, and the clear spring will soak in the evening.
The jade ball bounces again and again, and the day can be used.
Hua Yan de LAN Hua
The cloud valley is graceful and restrained, and the fragrance is refined.
The cool wind moves at night, and the beauty asks for it.
Gao's On Painting
The painting is scattered, and the Banqiao painting is blue.
Li Lan's skin, sweet smell and pine branches are blowing with the wind.
Sitting in clothes, the north window is cool, and the old slave is too crazy.
Ren Huang painted orchids (three poems)
No room is fragrant and the walls are empty.
One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely.
I've thought a lot about Yuan and Li, but I feel far sad.
The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy.
3. The poem about ink painting "Chen style ink landscape"
Date: Tang Author: Fang Gan
Naturally skilled, it also belongs to the pen.
Listening to the stream like ice, the mountain seems to be burning.
Deliberate snow, sweat, sweat.
From then on, it should be difficult to be famous in the world.
Four Ink Screens of Taoist Xu
Year: Song Author:
The word "before the geese cross the wind" condenses after the rain.
I don't know who's son is, and he has established Jiangcheng with you.
The title Wang Qizong's Great Horizontal Ink Painting "
Year: Song Author: Fang Hui
Under the secluded grass of Wolong Peak, the small bridge outside the door flows by itself.
Handsome Wang Lang only counts a few strokes, and the clouds are pale in autumn.
View ink painting obstacles
Year: Tang author:
If it weren't for God's help, inkstone water might hide dragons.
Grinding an inch of ink sweeps a thousand peaks.
Stones piled up at the root of the wall and the bed was withered and loose.
Yuelu wears rats and Xiangjiang blossoms.
Hang clothes wet, dream pillow waves.
Just for less color, people are careless.
Ink and Rain Scenery on Yunshan
Year: Ming Author: Master Zhi 'an
Clouds weigh heavily on the trees, and the stream is filled with autumn sounds.
There is a pavilion on the rock, so there is no need for a castle peak.
Polygonum hydropiper, flowers and insects.
Year: Ming Author: Liu Ji
To love Polygonum multiflorum Thunb. In Jiangtou, Qiu Lai made a grasshopper's home.
Butterflies should follow their dreams when they seek fragrance, while wasps don't occupy my official position when they collect honey.
The song is cold, and the dragonfly is trapped in the night wind.
Painting and ink painting are shocking at first glance, but they are like a boat crossing red sand.
4. The sentence describing "inkstone" is as follows:
1. burn inkstone books, crack piano paintings, and destroy the text and smear the name. Zheng Banqiao's "Qinyuanchun Hate"
2. A pear blossom rain-Song Dynasty, "A fishing visit to Moucun Cuo Nanyi"
3. Brush the inkstone lightly, the ice is gone, and the green and thick are respected-Tang Lishang Yinle Garden Scenic Area
4. Research on inkstone and ink spinning —— Song Yan Dao Ji's Philip Burkart People Autumn Red Leaves and Yellow Flowers.
5. A good strategy of washing inkstones and repairing them-Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to the Old Mountain
6. The inkstone is frozen first, but the wind and wine are easy to disappear outside the window-Tang Wen Ting Yun's Two Snows
7. Pen, ink and inkstone are pulleys, and chanting is slapping —— Tang Jiadao's Play as a Friend
8. The water is shallow in a few inkstones, and the mud stinks in the falling flower path-the face of Tang Zhenggu.
9. A few strokes a year, ten autumn today-Song Sima Guang's "Zhou Wei Xin Ji".
10. Look at the half-inkstone rose, full of willows-Wen Song Tianxiang's "Li Loufeng in Qitian Yueqing Hubei Caozhi Ezhou"
5. Ancient poetry and ink with ink characters
Gong zizhen, miscellaneous poems
Frost throw it, lean on the cold, and let it drip lightly.
How dare you pretend to be a doctor? The prescription only sells Gudan.
Untitled Lu Xun
Wanjiamo noodles have no wormwood food, and there are songs.
My mind is broad, even broad, and I am listening to the thunder in a quiet place.
In the spring, Lu Xiucai was sent to Taiyuan for the first time to visit Bai Juyi, a senior minister.
Out of date, do as the Romans do.
Hong ao, jiao Qian Xin.
Don't go far in the smoky suburbs in spring, the wind is deep in the evening.
Where does the ink man vote? Old Hanlin in Bingzhou.
There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy. (Mourning poem Pan Yue)
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. (The hut was broken by the autumn wind, Du Fu)
Sheng Pinggui talked about this matter, what would Mo Wen ask? (Wang Changling sings)
Untitled Li shangyin
You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The blue candle burns its jade feather lamp, and the musk deer embroiders the hibiscus slightly.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
My brother lives in Liu Zongyuan.
Scattered residual red all over the gloom, double hanging farewell tears across the river.
The treacherous party, because the party did not leave the capital, lived more than 6 thousand miles away; I left Baiyue desolate, gaunt and poor for the rest of my life.
Guiling malaria forest, black clouds hanging white; Welcome to the beautiful future of Dongting with spring scenery and water and sky.
Fang Wei depends on dreams, and acacia is willing to sleep on the pillow; Wandering in the dim light, the clouds seem to be real.
Yan comes from.
Red leaves and yellow flowers in late autumn,
A journey of a thousand miles.
Where the clouds go, no letter will return to the flood.
Where can I send books?
Tears are endless,
Rotary grinding ink on inkstone.
I can't write gradually, and I am deeply immersed in this feeling.
Red notes are colorless.
Complain about Yan.
Julian, the frost dawn falls and the red remains,
According to the agreement, Lao Qiu is the same.
Jade man fan shanxin,
I hate the west wind.
Clouds go to live, the moon is hazy, and the night is cool.
At this time, the tears and ink are exhausted.
There is no flood return.
Untitled Li shangyin
You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
Xijiangyue Huang tingjian
The golden basin on the moon falls into the water, and the geese return drunk. Your poem is beautiful, and the rain garden is green. I want to see you in cold clothes. The ant hole dreams of the world, and the young flowers chase the wind. Don't wait for Qiu Hong. There are green mountains everywhere.
Nan ge zi Qin Guan
Draw curved eyebrows with scented ink and apply rouge evenly to your face. Wipe the blue shirt and apricot skirt. Alone on the jade fence, there is nothing to say, touching the lips. The lover went away like running water, and she closed the door and looked forward to her. Where to find clouds in the chaotic mountains. Another crescent moon shines at dusk.