Mingwen Zhengming's "Routing Script Poetry Volume" is written in ink and running script. Collection of Lam Thi Lan Qianshan Collection. This is a masterpiece written by the long-lived Wen Zhengming two years before his death at the age of 88. Similar to other masterpieces of his later years, this volume also retains the interest of the Huangshan Valley. The strokes are neat and quick, the strokes are strong and firm, the strokes are straight and elastic, and the strokes are free and open. Observe the laws and regulations in nature and see your temperament. Although he used Fu Weng's spear and halberd, he was not at all dry, fierce, floating, or wild. It can be regarded as a manifestation of "both the man and the book"!
"Wen Zhengming's Running Script Poetry Volume" Author Wen Zhengming, published by Xiling Yinshe Publishing House in 2004-7.
Wen Zhengming's Running Script Poems
Explanation:
There are lush trees in front of the short book temple, and craggy stones under the Shenggong platform. The sword in the thousand-year-old essence pool, the mountain in the temple surrounded by wind and smoke.
You can try the tea in front of the feathers in the well, and the cranes in the deserted branches and streams are empty. I don’t know where the Qingyuan poems are, green moss flowers are scattered with drizzle.
Wild tangs bloom in Yunyan in April, and countless clear shades are covered with green moss. I realize that the mountains are so close to the country, and I come to the stage in spring to chat with my guests.
Who knows the true mother's tomb in Fang's grave? The water product was once visited by Lu Yu. The green smoke all over the road has dispersed in the wind, and in the middle of the month, Xu's wine boat returns.
Gao Xian searched for a ravine in Jingqiu. Occasionally I have to catch up and continue my old trip. Lu Yu tastes tea in the sweet spring in the spring, and Wang Xun visits the boat in the old age.
The wind eaves are falling and the words are falling, and the rain path is like oil on the feet. It's strange that the sound of singing can't be left, and thousands of hectares of water and clouds are right in front of the building.
The green mountains have received rain and become green, and the white ramie sings and the summer mood is clear. Spring events are not too late in March, and joyful travels are just around the corner.
Pinquan wanted to pursue Hongjian, but Wu Shi had no reason to ask about life. The setting sun is full of pine shadows, but the sound of flutes playing on the pavilion can be heard.
Ding Sichun, March 20, 2020, Letter of Advocacy