Poems about calligraphy and ink paper 1. Write and accumulate poems about calligraphy, pen and ink, paper and inkstone.
There are five soldiers hiding in calligraphy, so they can't try.
Wine is the flag, pen is the knife, and the potential falls from the sky to the galaxy. -Lu You's "Drunken Weng's intention is not to drink and cursive" (I have my own military strategy in my chest, but I want to test it but I can't start, and I am full of pride.
Cursive writing is like marching to fight, drinking before writing, like a majestic military flag, the pen in the hand is like a soldier's sword, and the momentum is like the Milky Way falling from the sky. ) Lanting cocoon paper entered Zhaoling, and it has a long history.
Yan Zhenqing Gong's calligraphy is innovative, with strong fonts, such as an autumn eagle. -Su Shi's poem "Sun Xin Lao Qi Mo Miao Pavilion" (The original preface to Lanting Collection written on cocoon paper has been buried in Zhaoling, and Wang Xizhi's dragon and tiger leaping glyph remains in the world.
Yan Zhenqing Gong changed his calligraphy to bring forth the old and bring forth the new, and the font was eagle in autumn. ) Where is the screen, Huai Su is clearly visible.
Although it is covered with dust, there is still thick ink on it. -Han Wo's Cursive Screen is a book with tears and ink, which will be given to Wan Li.
Books reach the soul, but they are empty. -Meng Jiao's "Return" paper, I also throw a few papers with people, the world is too simple and there is no space-Zhiming's "New Year's greetings" does not ask for meeting each other, but asks for meeting each other, and famous works come to my house-Zhiming's "New Year's greetings" inkstone and the snow steaming on horseback, freezing a five-coin pattern, your challenge comes from the camp, and the ice comes from an ink bottle-Tang's "Walking to the West"/
2. Praise the poems written by pen and ink.
Datang She Yan surprised Jishan, Shanxi.
Interpretation of Mi Fei's "Yanshan Ming"
Recently, the author saw a Tang Dynasty inkstone in Jishan County, Shanxi Province. After careful observation, careful comparison, repeated argumentation and consultation with experts, the author draws a preliminary conclusion that this inkstone is the one described in Mi Fei's calligraphy work Yan Mingshan in the Song Dynasty!
This inkstone is 25cm long,13cm wide and15cm high. The full text at the bottom of the inkstone is "Fine bones, smooth body, Taihe three years, Hongshan Zun." "Three Years of Taihe" was in 830 AD. Hongshan was a monk in the Tang Dynasty. Wei Zhuang, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem "Visiting Your House where Hongshan monks never meet". According to this, it can be speculated that the Hongshan monk must have given this inkstone to the royal nobles at that time!
From the appearance, this inkstone is tough, moist and dense, with gold star texture and cyan, which is the best in the inkstone!
On the front of the inkstone, there is a drying pool in the middle for grinding ink; There is a moon pool below for storing ink. There is a Yi Long monster by the pool, and Venus is dotted on the inkstone surface, just like a dragon swimming in the water. Pour water into the pool to grind ink, showing lightning traces, and the traces of water disappear automatically. The Moon Lake in the pool symbolizes the change of Yin and Yang, and the overall shape of the inkstone is Buddhist, which is amazing to the viewers. This is an eternal miracle!
Mi Fei's "Yan" full text: "Yan five-color water floating Kunlun Lake shakes the rough pole whether it changes under the dark cloud hanging dragon electric mark, and close the door to cherish the Jinshan front porch. After careful comparison, analysis and scrutiny, it can be preliminarily concluded that this Tang Dynasty inkstone is the one described in Mi Fei's "Yanming Mountain".
Inkstone is very precious, especially in the Tang Dynasty. The ancients commented that "the ink is slippery and not abandoned, and the pen is not left." "Breathing dries up", "like golden sound, like soft skin". Ancient literati, such as Ouyang Xiu, Su Dongpo and Mi Fei, all regarded inkstone as a treasure, and many people even commented on poetry.
Facing this treasure, the author is filled with emotion, a national treasure! You can finally go down in history with Yan!
In order to feast one's eyes and make an appointment for collectors, the author welcomes experts from all walks of life to visit Jishan, Shanxi Province to watch the Tang Dynasty inkstone!
3. Poems describing calligraphy
1, Zheng Banqiao's poem about Cynthia.
Grinding ink in the pool every day, never spelling beauty with chalk.
You know, painting knows calligraphy, and Zhu Lan is like a grass official.
2. Huang Tingjian
But the world learns from Lanting, and there is no elixir to change its nature.
Who knows that Yang Fengzi is in Luoyang? When he was writing, he went to Wu Si Bar.
3, Du Fu's' Drinking Eight Immortals'.
Sleep in a restaurant in Chang 'an. When the emperor called, he didn't get on the boat.
Call myself Brewmaster. Three cups of grass in Zhang Xu,
Before taking off his hat and revealing the top of the maharaja, he waved a piece of paper like a cloud.
Jiao sui's five fights are outstanding, and it is about four banquets.
4, Xin Li's' Drunken Gifts to Zhang Jiuxu'.
Zhang Gong is an alcoholic, open-minded and idle.
Hao shou is a poor grass servant and is called Taihu essence.
Exposed to the bed, I screamed for two or three times.
Sprinkle happily on the wall, like a meteor.
5. Lee Huan's "To the Monk of Lingling".
Twenty years after Zhang Dian's death, it is said that there is no biography of Cao Sheng.
Shaman Lingling followed closely, and the new book was as big as a bucket.
When you are drunk, your ears are more enthusiastic.
Suddenly, seven stars, like flying swords, were scattered around the dragon.
Another example is Wu Sheng's paintings of ghosts and gods.
Hook-and-loop connections emerge in an endless stream, and stubborn poisonous snakes compete for posts.
6. Li Bai's "Song of Giving Huai Caoshu".
My teacher was drunk, so he leaned on the rope bed and swept thousands of lines in a short while.
Wind and rain shake the rustling, falling flowers and snow.
Stand up, don't stop by the wall. A row of numbers is as big as a bucket.
It's like smelling magic thunder and always seeing dragons and snakes swimming.
7, Han Wo' Title Huai Su cursive screen'.
Where a screen, clear Huai Su.
Although it is covered with dust, the ink is particularly thick.
Strange rocks rush to the autumn stream, and Han Teng Gu Hangge.
If you teach water, you will be afraid of becoming a dragon.
8, Wang Menglou' Fast Tang Xue Hou Ji'
I once heard that catching whales in the blue ocean is too powerful.
Ask Qi, Du, Zhi and Yan Shu.
9, Ji Du' Huai Su master cursive music'.
The mad monk waved his hand wildly and ran away. He was the only one who ruined the plan.
The dragon and tiger are gradually painting, and the thunder avoids the edge.
Fish paper silk is not expensive, but it is too cramped for children to play with.
There are dozens of powder wall corridors, and it is not so open-minded when you come.
Xian Yi, young and old, is virtuous and noble, but he is still half drunk with a bad pillow.
I called it three or five times at once, and the paper was full of thousands of words.
10, on Fu Shan.
Look at Lu Gongyi before learning Lu Gongshu.
Flat gas in the chest, Mao Ying full pharynx.
4. What are the poems about calligraphy?
Home of Love Network >> Poem about Calligraphy Author: Xihai Reading: 4 12 1 Time: 13-03-28 09:40:09 Column: Poetry 1: Observing Calligraphy, Painting Silver Hooks to Hide Elegant Fragrance.
Longhai Mohs soars into the sky, admiring the wings of ducklings. Chapter 2: Zhong You's calligraphy and Hong Fei's drama are full of vigor and vitality, and dancing cranes roam the sky.
Excellent works are handed down to future generations, collectively known as Zhong Wang. Chapter III: On calligraphy, poetry, books, paintings and seals are all interlinked. Pen and ink are like dragons and snakes, moving and verve. The changes in the situation are all in strokes. Expressions fly in the sky and on earth. Concentrate on the fine front, point out the mountains and rivers, be thunderous, stimulate the words, and show the heroes of the times. Chapter four: The classical beauty of calligraphy is your soul. Why else did you take so long? After so many clear autumn days? That exquisite beauty is your beauty, otherwise, why are you so lovable? So let the sages look at you with new eyes? That kind of beauty is your language, otherwise why do you stand tall? Unknown? That implicit beauty is your shyness, otherwise, why don't you make public? Not arrogant with others? You are a wise man in the wind who drenches the world with rain, and you are a wind in the rain who deeply feels the rain. That's your existence. Chapter five: reciting calligraphy, holding a silver pen and dipping the dragon in gold. Mo Dou's room is full of incense and paper. In an instant, all the articles are adding wings to white clouds, the blue sky is full of fragrant willows, and the pine stands upright to meet the rising sun. There are thousands of epigrams hidden between the lines. Remember to draw dragons and draw phoenixes on your mind, be the first person, keep the good name of calligraphy, write down the road of life, be chic and elegant, and walk with ease. The temples are frosted, and we are doomed to meet again in this life, fearing no afterlife. Today, people copy the words of sages and advise people to be broad-minded. The Yangtze River and the Yellow River are full of feelings, and the spirit of paper and pen is full of dance. Friendship lasts forever, and today there is wine to worship the west. Lanting gathers an old friend and a new friend. Because calligraphy is a bridge, they talk freely. National culture should inherit health and happiness. I can't forget Chapter VI: Calligraphy rolls back to the sword like a cloud, and it is like a bird pecking away from the waves.
The origin of the word "combination of form and meaning" is that it means oblique and vertical. The fu-organs lean back, depend on each other, and the center of gravity is stable.
The length of the song changes with the trend, and the previous call should be linked with the meaning. The closing and opening of the exhibition were very creative, and now the key points are very clear.
It's natural to leave white space with ink.
5. Who has a famous saying about pen and ink?
The four arts of study refer to piano, chess, books and paintings.
The four customs of the study refer to pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Same as "Four Treasures of the Study".
The four gentlemen in the study refer to pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Same as "Four Treasures of the Study".
The four corners of the study refer to pens, inkstones, paper and ink. The ancients called the pen Guancheng Houmao, the inkstone Jimo Houzhong, the paper Haobai and the ink Song Zihou Guang, hence the name.
The pen and ink of prose is another mouth and another window of the soul. Always keep the desire to talk and open and close freely.
Writing the glory and dreams of the world is lofty and great; Never avoid weakness and meanness in the dark, you can live with violence. Its tentacles are strong and healthy, extending every river of the people, so it never lacks water.
For the Jianghu, it is another sword and a battle. The wind is strong, but the shock wave is strong.
A faint roar, cutting the solidification time, inputting the true qi, thawing the congestion, and activating the dying meridians of Jiangshan. Later, I saved my strength, hid the front, retreated to the inside of the text and devoted myself to the creation of kindling.
To make a small painting, we must be full of tenacity, so as to build a magnificent country. In stormy years, one lamp went out, but the other lamp was indomitable in my heart.
Starting with a pen, how can the silent mouth no longer lose its soul and let the old locust tree in the village bloom proudly? Big flowers, like snow
On the crumbling land, people with lofty ideals have raised a lot of money. The pen is like a sword, piercing the sky.
Ink hurt a prehistoric river and gurgled. There are light and heavy, painted pottery patterns, Oracle Bone Inscriptions and silk paintings are all displayed.
On the south side of Mount Zhongnan, pine smoke is full of color, and the civilized sky is graffiti. Weak water 3 thousand, just take a spoonful.
On the shore of time, whose sigh is deep and simple However, how many poets are immersed in it and never return.
The sky is full of dragons and phoenixes, and it is full of ink rain, just living in different dynasties. However, as long as a word, you will be a canoe and your official sea will sink.
Is it windy and rainy or sunny when you cross the river? Who can understand the vicissitudes of paper back? Who will solve the miserliness of cherishing ink like gold? Although a drop of ink can penetrate the soul and stop the pace of history, how can it fill those thin and deep eyes? On the day when dripping water turned into ice, I held the stove and read a book. How should dry fingers study hot, shrinking and condensed ink?
A few words of paper tell yourself to sink, walk into the back of a piece of paper, breathe or drown. No more noise, even if you spit half a bubble, it is blasphemy.
You see, the fish under the lotus leaf is as quiet and beautiful as a wedding dress, and the moonlight is like water, sleeping soon. Many times, it is not only a road, a curved bridge, a mirror, even a red umbrella without a handle, an emotional wasteland, a prayer church, but also a thermometer, a flame, a lintel, a garden and a wind chime.
However, I am wandering, like an ethereal ghost, hungry and confused; However, I am dumb, like a helpless gesture of aphasia patients; Looking around a piece of paper, I fell into a colorless and tasteless swamp, leaving or starting, I will never return to the original time shore. Like a pair of loving hands, trembling, but after all, I can't draw the cross line that leads to you.
Had to fall into a lonely castle. What if we find the Nine Swords of Dugu? There is no need to teach me the so-called limpid micro-step, I am only facing a crumpled piece of paper.
Cutting or opening the secret in the fold is not only the efforts under your feet, but also tears and blood, silence and ambiguity, and even the last drop of time. Another wave came in and drowned me completely in a hurry. Before I could say goodbye to the world, I sank quietly.
Absence inkstone When I managed to squeeze out a few words through my teeth, I found myself speechless for the time being. Turning around, the stormy river has gradually dried up.
The secret history of packing home also carries the glory and bitterness of the nation. Such as pottery, porcelain, or even older, the tide rises and falls, and a drop of ink, like a drop of black tears, moistens the vastness of 5,000 years.
Zhong Nanshan's smoky ink hands have long since disappeared; Walking barefoot on the Miluo River, there is also an endless JIU Ge hidden; Xunyang Jiangtou, Qiu Feng Xiaoxiao; Zero Li, sigh; In the streets and lanes of Nanjing, there is sadness in the bones. The history of China is always related to a dark river. Who's going to stir up Gu Yan, who is at a loss, and the resentment of Waquan from time to time? The bones are still there, the flames are still there, and the square Chinese characters are still there.
However, where is the inkstone for holding ink? The source of bumpy civilization is not there. Where will I dip in ink and relax my anemic body in the wind? Please give me a happy beggar's body and let me go back to my original cave when noisy eyes are laboriously sweeping around in the fast food box.
In the burning wasteland, I will continue to cling to that pile of debris, just like watching a dream that has been absent for too long and too deep. In the faint dream, a civilized river of blood passed through my internal organs, shaping me into a cold reef, a concave and convex inkstone, as deep as prehistoric eyes.
Crossing the ups and downs of the Central Plains, I hope to have a pair of wise hands to write about me again.