Appreciation of Lou's Lishu Calligraphy Works in Ming Dynasty
Appreciation of Li Shu's Calligraphy Works in Ming Dynasty 1
Appreciation of Li Shu's Calligraphy Works in Humble Room Ming II
Appreciation and analysis of Li Shu's calligraphy works in the humble room of Ming Dynasty III
Appreciation of Li Shu's Calligraphy Works in Ming Dynasty 4
Appreciation of Li Shu's Calligraphy Works in Ming Dynasty 5
Play an autumn musical instrument, and spare a humble room inscription.
The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss marks on the upper steps are green, and the grass is green. There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in West Shu. Kong Ziyun:? What is this?
-"My Humble Room"
1
The evening breeze blows gently, the shade lingers, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground. The white walls in the courtyard are deep, the moonlight in the pavilion is cold, and the tears are always blurred. Who complains about the fence, the pen is hard to exhaust, and the ink stains the window. Like a winding breeze, but it doesn't seem to be full. Outside the book, I stay in youth, the season is in chaos, and I hate it. Light eyebrows and drunken eyes, red makeup and light powder, and old love for dust. Only the bright moon, dry Kun turn, the country is mountains and rivers. The second beauty, doubt is to eulogize the return to shore.
2
The breeze is mixed with a drizzly wind wish, and it is dawn in a blink of an eye, dripping into the eaves, just like the rapidity of water flow. Looking at the water drops from a distance, it is crystal clear, remembering the vastness of the ages, but my heart is white and pure. There are few bead curtains, and the shadows are mottled all over the floor. I don't feel the moonlight chill and the rain has stopped.
My thoughts are misty, and I feel sad about the past and all kinds of things in the world, which tempts me to burst my banks, shake the reputation of heaven and earth, and the flowing water of Changji is full of tenderness, and I can't help but feel carefree.
I want to ask, when is autumn? I dare not say, I am afraid of the withering of spring and the unhappiness of winter. Most of the seasons are long and depressing, and half a year has passed like a withered year. Youth is flashy, maturity is obscure and opaque, and the road is long. I am alone and drunk. How can there be happiness on earth when the buds of chrysanthemum try spring vegetables? No solution.
Looking from a distance, a rich family, white jade for the golden horse, three hundred miles away, a group of attic platforms, waterside pavilions, a Zhang Baiyu bed in the compartment. The Dragon King came to invite King Jinling. In a bumper year, there was heavy snow, and pearls were as gold as iron. Almighty splendor.
Who's that girl? I was the only one who was blue, wearing a gold knot and jade beads bun, holding the Chaoyang Five Phoenix Beads hairpin, and Qi Mei grabbed the amount of double dragon balls. A two-color Kingdee wears a HongLing red arrow sleeve and saves flowers to make a long tassel. It is covered with azurite colorful Japanese forged tassels and wears a jade crepe skirt. Look carefully, a peerless beauty. She is absolutely gorgeous, as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, with a smoky eyebrow, a mouth like a cherry, towering clouds and temples, a low-cut blue shirt, a slim waist and swaying willows, a waving hand like a swallow, gorgeous as a plum, cold as ice, light and exquisite, as light as a swallow, and charming as a cloud. Pink cheeks spray red, as bright as lotus flowers reflecting the sun; Two thick black eyebrows, frowning shallowly, seem to have the appearance of resentment, just like an empty valley. Do you worship them?
Old classmates are not as sad as before, with tears in their eyes. How can they compare with the beauty of my fair lady? Suddenly I read that there was a cloud in A Dream of Red Mansions: When I left Liu Wu, I suddenly came out of the greenhouse. But as I walked, the birds startled the trees in the yard, and I was about to reach the cloister. I heard the scent of musk orchids, the movement of clothes and the jingle of rings. I smiled at the peach blossom, and the clouds piled up into green buns, with cherry blossoms and pomegranate teeth on my lips. My waist is very slim, and I go back to the air to dance with the snow. I want to do it. I admire his kindness, ice and jade, his clothes and things. I love him for having a handsome face, a fragrant and elegant face and a good attitude. I am a phoenix and a dragon. Chun Mei is full of snow. Clean place, autumn chrysanthemum cream. Quiet place, empty. Where it is gorgeous, it is rosy. So is this beauty! ? The world strange girl also, have so dignified?
Can you hear Zhuangzi say? Wren nest in the depths of the forest, but only one; The mouse drank the water from the river, but the river was full. ? Is it self-awakening? Glory is pleasing, and Leng Yan is elegant. Neither is right. How can I be disturbed?
So I went back to the sleepwalking garden, put aside other things, put aside the silk and bamboo in my ears, cover up the makeup in my eyes, be alone, read the valley of the world, and care for the Qingyun of my old city. Is it uncomfortable?