Infused with words, quiet and scholarly

Pangu opened the sky, oracle bones freehand, Li Si broke his waist, and Sima Guang accepted his injustice. Every advancement in writing is a history of accusations of blood and tears. The calligraphy and ink are full of emotions, always guessing the thickness of history at the crossing of time. The writing expresses the meaning, always adding poignancy to the fleeting years, and at the same time expounds the charm of history. The generosity of Tang poetry and the elegance of Song poetry. The joys, sorrows and joys of the time tunnel are always spread and slowly extended along the axis of history. The fragrance of calligraphy and calligraphy can always calm people's hearts and make their temperament calm. Let your mind be calm and your thoughts fly.

The fragrance of calligraphy and calligraphy cultivates people's sentiments and purifies people's souls. Hold a cup of fragrant tea and unfold a roll of plain silk. Savor the fragrance of tea and enjoy the lightness of words. It can always help people break away from the complicated realm, return to a quiet self, and find a rare peace. The fragrance of tea nourishes the heart, and the light music of the soul beats between the lines. In the dialogue with words, I forget my troubles, and in the aftertaste of tea, I look down on fame and fortune. Since then, people have understood the metaphor of "standing on a wall thousands of feet, and being strong without desire". It can also make people understand the vastness of "the sea embraces all rivers, and it is big if it has tolerance". In the complicated and changing situation, sort out the natural clues. In the gap between materialistic desires, you can find the leisurely feeling of watching the clouds roll and relax in the sky.

Write a life with a stroke of light ink. Let the fragrance of ink spread people's detachment, let Fei Bai show off the dream of life. Between the shades, realize the new meaning of standing. In the changing scenes of black and white, the selfless nature of things is transformed. Do less futile calculations and eliminate some cumbersome disputes. Use words to establish ideas and use pens to understand feelings. Appreciate the precious elegance in the wind and clouds, and feel the peace of mind in the pursuit.

Holding hands with the fragrance of books, one can feel the euphemism of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. With deliberate words, you can also experience the magnificence of the solitary smoke in the desert. I no longer feel sad for a wisp of solitary smoke, nor sigh for the sun setting over the long river. You can always find that hard-to-find comfort in a state of indifference. You can also find that rare peace of mind in the desperate crisis.

Chewing the charm of words can make people elegant and elegant. Give someone a rose and leave a lingering fragrance in your hands. There are poems and books in the abdomen, and the energy is fragrant. With the nourishment of literature, people will always feel your freshness, and they can also see the calmness of your temperament. Among the ever-changing landscapes, it always amazes people that you have just the right touch.

With the company of words, the bright moon can always be romanticized by your presence. You can also make the dim starlight become beautiful with your attention. The lights of thousands of houses dim because of the jump of your body. The distant Milky Way and the swaying meteors will become more brilliant and dazzling because you look up. Unfold a roll of plain silk and twist a sleeve of poetry. Because of your own romance, others will also share a rare sweetness.

Adopt the style of Tang poetry and capture the rhyme of Song poetry. Make the morning breeze softer and the morning rain and dew more crystal clear. The flowers are gorgeous and poetic, and the birds are chirping with the rhyme of the words. The colorful flowers always need a pen to embellish them, and the sadness of the fallen girl must have words to inject the emotional entanglement. There are always people who remember the tragedy of turning into butterflies, and there are always people who long for the tenderness of Magpie Bridge. The whispers under the grape trellis will always be rhetorically sweet due to the faint traces of ink. The tear-jerking "Broken Bridge with Remaining Snow" will always make you cry because of the rendering of the words. Under the peach blossom fan in the West Chamber, it is only because of the contrast of pen and ink that it can be full of charm. The free and easy feelings will last a lifetime because of the fragrance of calligraphy and ink.

The pen and ink exude elegance, and the words beat the heart. If you don't come, I won't always be a promise. Thousands of rivers and mountains separate me. Who put a foot of red paper covered with emotional entanglement? The fishes are happy and the frogs are jumping, but they can't send it. They look up to the sky and sigh, and there are thousands of words written in ink in their hearts. I look forward to waiting for my beard to be white and for you to have long hair reaching your waist. Let the whiteness of the white clouds endow the blue sky with the blue. Let the longing for the ends of the world spread over the keyboard. It conveys the joy of affection and relives the silence of lovesickness. Keep that accumulated longing in each other's hearts. Let the bud of love never die. Let the spark of passion always rise like the rising sun in the east. Deeply affectionate, time always makes twists and turns of experience change. But after being stored day and night, as the faces of wonder in the annual rings change secretly, the fate of holding hands will continue to spread, never ending.

With the rendering of calligraphy and ink, there is the fragrance and sweetness of the book. It can always transform the pain in the world into fearless confusion. With the conveying of words and the fragrance of ink, the majesty of the mountains can be made more vivid and intuitive.

Only then can the waves of the sea sing the miracle of dyeing the desert blue, and only then can the dark green of the forest penetrate and spread everywhere. Only then can the tears no longer flow out of repentance, but also allow the tears to express their emotional connotations.

Only by being with poetry and books can the hand holding your hand be able to treasure romance forever and sublimate emotional experiences into human classics. Only with heavy brush strokes and light ink freehand brushwork can the lotus no longer be saddened by the blur of the moonlight, and can the chrysanthemum no longer be confused by the indifference of the autumn wind. Only then can the plum blossoms bloom brilliantly against the backdrop of the snow. Only then can the peach blossom no longer cry sadly because of the running water, and face the wandering of the soul that is ruthlessly driven alone.

In the dead of night, Qian was lying on the side of the bed. Taking advantage of the fascinating lights, sometimes look up at the light of the stars. Let the pen and ink soak in the fragrance, and let the night orchid slowly infiltrate the fragrance of the flower in your heart. Relieving the fatigue of the day, dispelling the unreasonable melancholy, looking forward to the warmth of dreams, and recalling the yearning of youth. With the influence of calligraphy and the fragrance of words, the footprints of life can always be full of happiness and romance. Only then can people's inner world always remain calm. Only then can the ideals that are released always have an expected indifference. Only then can the peaceful self always maintain an indifferent ambition. Only then can you focus your gaze in tranquility and see farther and farther.

Feeling sad, don’t say a heartless goodbye to the past. After all, tomorrow's sunshine may have brighter spots than today's. After all, the moonlight tonight is like flowing water, making the neon lights even brighter than last night. After all, your smiling face will be even brighter and more beautiful in my dreams tomorrow.

Tears can wash away the past rights and wrongs. Today's confusion can be washed away more freely with Han Mo. The imprints left under your feet will always continue into the distance. The light words and generous rhymes will make the tear-filled eyes feel much less desolate. The hand holding the pen will not give up unbearably. The heart soaked in Mo will not have a sad past. Competing for fame and fortune can only make pen and ink turn into fleeting clouds and drift away gently. The pursuit of fame and reputation can only be achieved with a pen that can whitewash the peace, and peel away the bubbles of the appearance completely, leaving no traces of eccentricity, nor any flattery left behind.

Writing can not only make a person's life infamous, but also can make a person's life shine forever. The fragrance of ink can not only fill people's hearts with sentimentality, but also make people's hearts always have a rare openness. Gold panning in the desert is more than just a dream. Mirage, in addition to dreamy colors, also contains fascinating yearning. With poetry and books as my companions, my heart will always be magnanimous. The hands are dyed with the fragrance of ink, and there is a candlelight in my heart that will never be extinguished.