Author: Heart also
I hope:
On the journey of skimming, clicking, crossing and pressing,
There is always a clean stream, like a noose.
Accompanied by ... when the honey at night is slowly running out.
The bird's voice is white and flying,
It was quietly dropped on clean rice paper.
Shen dantian, hanging his wrist gracefully.
Keywords thick ink, pressed, locked paper day,
Hit the nail on the head. Handsome swordsman, clinging to the shimmer in the snow;
Crossing.
Tiptoe nib, with a rotating sharp edge,
With the stamens in the running script,
Peeping at the ballet "Weeds": Suddenly wake up.
On the Millennium birthday paper, black and white are distinct.
Verse: Hold your breath,
Without a word.
2. China of calligraphy?
Author: Xie Feng
Preface to Lanting Collection, the best running script in the world
The path was paved in Yonghe in late spring of the ninth year.
Huayang is already late, bypass Lanting.
Bypass some cruise seals
Drunk one by one
3. "ink-splashing weeds"
Author: Wei Xu
The snow in the mountain pass was particularly cold that year.
Every word has arthritis.
Open the long cursive scroll, full of hemp fiber.
Holding a stove under the snow window? Keep breathing
In the era when there were no candles, the snow in China was really heavy.
You can't even push the window open with your hand.
There are so many pearls in the mud that they look like grapes everywhere.
One by one, they were frozen into sores.
There are incurable wounds in the wind.
Step 4 "kill fish"
Author: love
He raised the knife and I raised the pen.
I waved my hair.
He kills fish.
See blood in the stool.
Flowing from the ancient stone tablet
And taste.
Just like the coquettish smell of the Eastern Jin people.
He cut it again.
I will pay another sum of money.
Look at the bone with a knife
The pen is like a blade.
When the smooth abdominal muscles of fish burst on the chopping block
A bright moon
Is rising from the rice paper hole I smashed.
he said
Killing fish is not a tragedy.
But I didn't say either
What does writing have to do with Bodhi?
I wrote about Wang Xizhi's anger
The wrath of Yan Zhenqing
Huai Su's madness.
Liu Gongquan's stupidity
How he killed Kong Qiu.
Zhuang Zhou zhi Huan
Xiang Yu's stupidity
Li Bai's delusion
The five aggregates I wrote are all empty.
He kills people and wants to know them.
It is worth thinking about.
And forgetting is still the best policy.
His fish was killed.
I finished writing my words, too.
Then go back to your rooms.
slow
What if I need two seals in the lower left corner?
He is very comfortable.
Grab two fisheye and press it.
5. Calligraphy
Author: carpenter Lao Zhang
I don't like sweet words and smiles.
Good food is light, drink a few glasses occasionally.
It seems that his four friends
Pen, paper, ink and inkstone
Along with himself, he is a fragile model.
Everyone held their breath when spitting juice.
Birds, sitting on the windowsill as bystanders.
Mountains and water guard their duties, very much.
I heard an echo from the empty valley.
It smells like weeds.
Some shadows want to get out of the rice paper.
Play games with me
-Who is the ancestor?
Huang Tingjian or Liu Gongquan?
reference data
China Poetry Network: /sg/xds/