Four Treasures of the Temple -Li Hongmei New Shi Ya Ji Ji

Four Treasures (Group Poems)

Text ｜ Li Hongmei

(1) Pen

Starting from the bottom of

Full of ink affection

Walking in the time of plain color

Top thousands of years of Fenghua on paper

In the dusty world

Continue to wipe every Chinese character

The expression of the word is bright as early

Time upstream

Bailai ancient comfort

Eprr this some kind of thought

Then fall on the paper with the posture of ballet or sword

Return to a quiet place

The smile of the pen tip Gu Pan Shenghui

The nib is small

There are endless rivers and mountains in the pen, and

Sadness and joy from ancient times to the present

Only the days soaked by Moxiang

Will not rust

The soft body takes out the hardness of the bones and sweeps away the thoughts

With a lifetime time, piously

Draft a dream of someone else

(2) ink

Rich connotation

Fill in the blank of paper

Accompanied by pen

Falling down is eternal life

Color is superfluous

The black coat is just the innocence of the background color

The argument is extra

All slandering and knowing difficulties and retreating

Clear is your own monologue

No listener

With senior loneliness

In the heart

Keep a clear moonlight

(3) paper

The length of the civilization

The thickness of stacking time

With a thin body carrying a heavy entrustment

Drink ink

This drunk, I don’t know how many years

Heaven and earth are here to meet

Sun and the moon come in

Mok fragrance can cure time than floral fragrance

A pure land, breeding a symbol of a nation

The text has a living place

Stable, keep the years quiet

(4) 砚

Build a art hut

Standing with Mo Chang

The shape of the day is polished into water

But more rich than wine

Moisturize the time over and over again

The paper and paper went to the distance

It becomes the hometown here

The thought between the square inch

Broken flowering and the aroma of the soul

You don't have to say what you want to say

Putting them on the paper where you know your own pen

Fascin

(5) Four treasures of the Wenfang

In the corner of the book case, the pen and ink and paper are exquisitely

The soul of the plump study

Both the sun and the light have retreated to the second place

The brightness of civilization makes the room flourish

Reject the noisy color outside the door

Just take care of day and night in black and white

You can outline the colorful language of red dust and time

All Chinese characters are ready to go

Gathering on the side

Ink is an endless thought

Pen is a porter

The roads spread out of the paper are more than 10,000 mountains and mountains

this road

The literati and Mo Ke have walked all over again

From bucket to the world

All the way are the infinite scenery of China

Poet Li Hongmei

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