It's cold and the red leaves are sparse, and it's brighter at night ... When the scenery by the window is getting colder and colder, I'll take your hand and go for a walk in Yantian.
In such a quiet night, in such a moonlight, in such a quiet and serene mood, you and I are walking in a light rain, in a light frost, in the poetry of drifting snow.
The inkstone field is so small that only your toes can dance in it. I stood outside the inkstone, holding your hand, and my eyes were attracted by your cutting-edge details.
And your toes are adjusted to the best position by my sight, so I will move you to the paper and watch your best press!
Paper has different textures. For you, white propaganda is a snowy area, golden paper is an autumn plain, water paper is a lake, and antique propaganda is an old street ... You run on the snowy plain, leaving the footprints of weeds; When you walk on the plain in autumn, your footprints are running script; You paddle on the lake, leaving a small paddle sound; You walk in the old street, leaving me nostalgia for the years. ...
As long as we hold your hand and take Yantian as the center, we will walk in the forest of Chinese characters. Poetry is evergreen pine and cypress, always green as a barrier, breathing fresh oxygen. Prose is an evergreen tree, which can produce fragrant flowers and bright spring ... Calligraphy is a symphony of Chinese characters and background music in the forest, so it has a dancing posture with bamboo pruning, secluded paths, green grass and mountain flowers.
I hold your hand and walk in the background of music. Suddenly found that time and space can travel through. You will take me to the distant Qin and Han Dynasties to see the graceful movements of Zhuan Xu. Go to the Eastern Jin Dynasty and read the two kings. Look at the Tang and Song Dynasties, colorful. Seeing the Ming and Qing Dynasties, I feel full of energy. ...
Such a walk, in the early morning, in the afternoon, at midnight, in all the time holding you, has become a situation, and my years are happy.
Not only me, but also many people who love painting and calligraphy as much as me, holding your hand and walking in Yantian. You are gentle, gentle, and you express your feelings with sheep's hair; You are noble, noble you only sleep with bamboo; You are pure, pure. Every time I leave the inkstone field, I will go to clean water to wash it thoroughly. You are happy, and you have achieved the glory of China's 5,000-year civilization with your gentle toes; You are eternal, eternal, and you make the art of calligraphy and painting alive in every tremor of the soul!
I'm lucky to be with you. Fortunately, every time I hold your hand and walk in Yantian, I will benefit a lot. You gave me lines and rules, accompanied me through countless shallow loneliness. There is a kind of restlessness, which is the sound of you and me; There is a kind of peace, that is, you are listening to my breath; There is a kind of elegance, that is, I am watching you dance. ...
It's drizzling tonight, and the osmanthus fragrance is swaying. I look at you with a smile, watching you quietly waiting on the pen curtain, waiting for me to hold your hand. ...