Ma zhaoyin
The name of left heart porcelain is glaze red, and the name of right heart porcelain is blue and white. Two pieces of freehand brushwork porcelain
All have the bright colors of China traditional ink paintings, which are bright and elegant.
In-glaze red uses copper as colorant, and blue and white uses cobalt as colorant.
Decorative patterns are drawn under the glaze and thrown into the melting pot of the heart.
Calcination. Blue and white and glaze red are sisters, with the same temperature.
The underglaze colored porcelain is refined, planed, lubricated and transported to the porcelain capital.
A woman tempered by fire is crystal clear in quality and a person's heart.
Improve the praise of Tang poetry and Song poetry. The whiteness of porcelain is bloody, and it is a pair of hands.
After polishing, one person owns two pieces of porcelain at the same time. Zuojiaotong
Correctly named cobalt, two elements fill the porcelain core, and the composition is ethereal.
The origin is empty. Buddha said. Heart said. quiet
Sister Lihua
Ma zhaoyin
Plant flowers in front of the door, pears behind, and sleep under the eaves in spring.
Dama's ancestral home was held by pear flowers and wet all the way to the back hill.
Three feet of white silk hangs a piece of paper, and a pear is squeezed into the sky.
Pear's sister, dressed, floats higher.
The overflowing smoke is transparent and the soul has petals.
Qingming holds the rain, and the high threshold hides the thin steps.
Who let the birds scream and sing on the narrow path behind the mountain?
Turn at the entrance to the grave. Lihua's sister is sitting on the calendar.
Reading page by page, time returns to the sea of eight-year-old hearts.
Sister, the fragrance of that tree makes you sweep away, leaving no trace.
Lihua's sister is walking on the road to heaven, next to her pear tree.
Will be full of sad fruits, white stones, green skin.
Li Shangyin's masterpiece Untitled? I met her a long time ago, but since we broke up, the time has become longer:
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .