Chinese characters
Enchanting the universe, carrying clouds
Enduring all the years, soul of china
Moistening folk customs, being true, good and beautiful
Wenxuan Shanhai performing the red dust
praising Chinese characters
Wang Zhubai
Chinese characters are vivid. Spreading civilization is unparalleled in the world.
linking into sentences, cadence and cadence. Calligraphy fonts have their own specialties.
seal script and official script are antique. Running script is fluent and dignified in block letters.
the grass is wild, and the phoenix dances with dragons. Couplet form, original Chinese characters.
the left and right sides are neat, simple and auspicious. Even if it is expressed, it is for viewing.
the cursive song line Li Bai
The young master is called Huai Su, and the cursive script is called unique in the world.
Mo Chi flies out of the North Baked Fish, and the pen front kills all the Zhongshan rabbits.
It's cold in August and September, and the drinkers' poems are full of people.
linen silk is lined with boxes, and Xuanzhou Shiyan is bright in ink.
after being drunk, my teacher leaned on the rope bed and swept thousands of sheets in a moment.
the wind and rain are so shocking that the falling flowers and snow are so boundless.
get up and don't stop at the wall. A row of numbers is as big as a bucket.
I'm afraid of hearing ghosts and gods, but I always see dragons and snakes walking away.
The left side and the right side puckered like a shock, and it looked like Chu and Han were attacking each other.
every family in seven counties of Hunan has a book on barriers.
Wang Yishao, Zhang Boying, was named after several waves in ancient times.
Zhang Dian died of old age, so I don't learn from the past.
Everything is expensive in ancient times, so why do you want Gong Sundaniang to dance?
the stone drum song Han Yu
chang handed me this tracing, from the stone drums advised me to try the stone drum song.
du Fu has gone. Li Bai is dead, what can my poor talent do for the stone drums?.
when the Zhou power waned and China was bubbling, emperor Xuan, up in wrath, waved his holy spear.
and opened his Great Audience, receiving all the tributes, of kings and lords who came to him with a tune of clanging weapons.
they held a hunt in Qiyang and proved their marksmanship, fallen birds and animals were strewn three thousand miles.
and the exploit was recorded, to inform new generations, cut out of jutting cliffs, these drums made of stone.
on which poets and artisans, all of the first order, had indited and chiselled-were set in the deep mountains.
it's annoying to be guarded by ghosts when it's raining. Oh.
where can he have found the tracing on this paper?, true to the original, not altered by a hair.
the meaning deep, the phrases cryptic, difficult to read, and the style of the characters neither square nor tadpole.
time has not yet vanquished the beauty of these letters, the sharp sword breaks the crab.
like phoenix-mates dancing, like angels hovering down, like trees of jade and coral with interlocking branches.
The golden rope and iron rope are locked in Niuzhuang, like incense-tripods flung in the sea, like dragons mounting heaven.
historians, gathering ancient poems, forgot to gather these, to make the two Books of Musical Song more colourful and striking.
confucius journeyed in the west, but not to the Qin Kingdom, he chose our planet and our stars but missed the sun and moon.
it's a long way to go, and, thinking of these wonderful things, cannot hold back my tears.
I remember, when I was awarded my highest degree, during the first year of Yuanhe.
how a friend of mine, then at the western camp, offered to assist me in removing these old relics.
I bathed and changed, then made my plea to the college president, and urged on him the rareness of these most precious things.
In they could be wrapped in rugs, be packed and sent in boxes, ten drums only carry a few camels.
to grace the Imperial Temple like the Incense-Pot of Gao, or their lustre and their value would increase a hundredfold.
if the monarch would present them to the university, where students could study them and doubtless decipher them.
and multitudes, attracted to the capital of culture, from all corners of the Empire, would be quick to gather.
we could scour the moss, pick out the dirt, restore the original surface, and lodge them in a fitting and secure place for ever.
covered by a massive building with wide eaves, where nothing more might happen to them as it had before.
but government officials grow fixed in their ways, thank you very much.
so herd-boys strike the drums for fire, cows polish horns on them, with no one to handle them reverentially.
still ageing and decaying, soon they may be effaced, six years I have sighed for them, chanting toward the west.
the familiar script of Wang Xizhi, beautiful though it was, could be had, several pages, just for a few white geese.
but now, eight dynasties after the Zhou, and all the wars over, why should there be nobody caring for these drums.
the Empire is at peace, the government free, poets again are honoured and Confucians and Mencians.
Anne can still rank by this, it needs indeed an eloquent flow, like a cataract.
but, alas, my voice has broken, in my song of the stone drums, to a sound of supplication choked with its own tears.
The Four Wonders
Chinese characters
Enchanting the universe carries the wind and cloud
Enduring the power for thousands of years. soul of china
Moistening folk customs, being true, good and beautiful
Wenxuan Mountain and Sea performing the world of mortals
Horizontal and vertical display skills,
Polysemy adds mystery.
The mystery lies in the Six Books, and
The profundity embodies the meaning of form, sound and meaning.
Seven-character quatrains
Sporadic can be compared with blazing sun, and
Words are flawless.
throwing pearls and shielding jade brings warmth,
expressing benevolence and rhyme poetically.