is always thinking. As far as I am concerned, I have never had the opportunity to travel the world. Only this feeling of love for words flows from the root of life and is noisy in words. I am eager to understand it.
Attach a piece of paper, concentrate on writing, and unite your mind and mind. The mood of sadness or joy is immersed in the fragrance of ink, and the flowers of Hanmo are blooming silently, blooming with different feelings of ink.
A little ink, soluble in water. A person's thoughts are slowly spreading on the paper, the inspiration of a long absence opens up on the full pen nib, a paper book proclaims the precipitation of the years. Hanmo is implicated, fragrant ink fills his nose, savor carefully. The inner rhyme is lush on the tip of the pen, the breathing is calm, and the movement is suitable. All the joys and worries are attributed to the word "quiet", giving birth to a graceful feeling and reappearing the thoughts of the world.
With a flick, I live in my own world of ink and wash, and I can't hear the noise and noise of life in my ears, as if I have entered a room with clear water and wind. The mood of smudging ink and wash does not need to be concealed or petted. The flying pen end is enthusiastically splashed, and it suddenly becomes clear. Doodling a few handily is not also a kind of smart and elegant beauty. The word
is a flowery note, a bond, a strong one, and a proud one, which consumes a period of time.
Along the undulating curve of ink and wash, my mood has been smoothed out in the seemingly simple freehand brushwork, and my dreams have recurred many times. The thick and dry brush dipped in ink and wash led me to transition from impetuous red dust to a quiet station of indifferent soul. How long, and just like simplicity, all the ink is full of rhyme, resisting the fantasy of thick ink and the fragrance, which is unbearable to erase again and again. Looking back, the mellow fragrance, ink and wash has become my partner in my life, hand in hand into the magnificent wedding hall.
Speedy papers, in Li Bai's poems, in the misty clouds, drunk wine, light blue waves, and Li Qingzhao 's poems, don’t dream and Yiyi, and bump into lovesickness. After the wind, soft and rain, after waiting for thousands of years on the bank of the Forgotten River, I still chose to step into the world of the world, but with a smile, I can only throw a charming water sleeve to all the old dreams of the former dust and make a break.
Water and ink, occasionally in the clash of wisdom and inspiration, are like a sword with a sharp edge, and tenderness like water, galloping in the past, present and past, swimming in poetry and painting. This ink temperament,The rhyme feels the life of Xiao Xiao, tactfully the moonlight in the pen, polishes the arrogance on the paper, embellished the plain text, and writes the watery thoughts into a series of poems.
I have practiced and possessed it before I know that carrying this ink temperament, traveling in the smoky and rainy world of ink and wash, is a kind of indifferent feeling that looks longer and longer.
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