People seem to be sitting in a time shuttle, returning to the dusty ancient battlefield, and some seem to have returned to the bright and clean Athenian bookstore.
A look in Tian Hong's eyes, an action of making ink, or a gesture of spreading rice paper are all memorable. It is a wonderful artistic conception, an ethereal state, and a pause that is light and easy...
Time passes minute by minute.
People can't see Tian Hong's words, but they are completely controlled by Tian Hong, who controls his rhythm and even his breathing.
"Qiang!"
Tian Hong put the brush on the pen holder, and there was a sonorous sound of a sword being sheathed, which made people feel their hearts skip a beat, and they suddenly woke up, only to realize that Tian Hong had finished.
"Teacher, I've finished writing." Tian Hong said respectfully.
"good good good good……"
Teacher Jiang was a little incoherent, but kept saying yes, walked to the desk, and carefully touched the yellow and inferior rice paper with his hands, his hands trembling slightly for no reason.
"Teacher Jiang, can you show it to the students?" Su Manman couldn't see the words and was naturally a little unconvinced.
"Of course, of course... Mo Lan, Zhao Xinxiang, you two come up... yes, hands, yes... lift them up, be careful, be careful..."
Teacher Jiang called two girls with gentler personalities to come up and asked them to lift the calligraphy work with nervous expressions on their faces, as if they were afraid that the two girls would damage the calligraphy work. In his eyes, the inferior rice paper was
His handwriting is a priceless treasure...
The classroom where everyone was whispering suddenly became unusually quiet.
Although most people do not know how to write calligraphy, they still have a basic level of appreciation, such as neat handwriting, beautiful strokes, reasonable layout, etc.
This is "Out of the Fortress" by Yang Su, the founding general of the Sui Dynasty:
Hu Weikong in the south of the desert, the Han general came to the Rong army again. The flying fox came out of the north of the Great Wall, and the Jieshi pointed to Liaodong. The champion faced the vast sea, with long flat wings and strong winds.
The clouds and tigers have fallen into battle, and their aura holds the dragon city and the rainbow. It travels thousands of miles away, and Hu's luck has been poor for a hundred years. The soldiers are sleeping, the stars are falling, and the battle is over.
Night fights are suspended, and the horns of the horns are bowed. The north wind neighs the horses, and Hu Shuang cuts the dragon. The bright road is clear, and it is used in the quiet desolate day.
Fang went to Chang'an Residence to pay a visit to Jianzhang Palace.
This is a pair of regular scripts. The students can easily see that the calligraphy is good, but they cannot appreciate it from an artistic perspective. Naturally, their eyes fell on Teacher Jiang, but Teacher Jiang stared intently at it.
As for the words, the eyes are full of fanatical light.
"Teacher Jiang, this is just a very common pattern, please enlighten me." Su Manman was still in trouble first.
"Okay, let me introduce to you. This is General Yang Su's "Out of the Fortress". I believe you have seen it. I will talk about the artistic conception of this poem later. Here, I will first introduce to you the calligraphy of the Sui Dynasty. The calligraphy of the Sui Dynasty
Stele inscriptions are the mainstay and are the most important relics of calligraphy in the Sui Dynasty. Commenting on the Sui stele in "Yu Shi" by Ye Changchi of the Qing Dynasty, he said: 'The Sui stele inherited the Six Dynasties and the Three Tang Dynasties. It moved from Xiaozhuan to regular regular script.
To the end, with both skill and skill, the gods change without departing from the rules. After covering the dangers and monsters, it gradually becomes calm, but in the neatness, the ancient times are still alive, the ancient methods are not dead, and the essence has been released. Tang Ou,
The masters of Yu, Chu, Xue, Xu, Li, Yan, and Liu all have their masters, and this is a key to ancient and modern calligraphy. This means that the inscriptions on stelae in the Sui Dynasty are still in the process of changing from official script to regular script.
During the transition, the dangerous characteristics of "official script, preciseness and density" have gradually disappeared, and the style of regular script is more neat and straight, taking the lead in Tang regular script..."
"It can be said that this calligraphy by classmate Tian Hong almost resurrected the calligraphy of the Sui Dynasty in his hands. This calligraphy brings together the six dynasties and represents the style of the Tang Dynasty; it is quiet and solemn, with a calm demeanor; it is both upright and harmonious.
It is also graceful and charming. The calligraphy style is square and the calligraphy and painting are strong and powerful. It looks a bit thin and hard, but it has flesh and blood. The brush is heavy and light, with the style of the Six Dynasties and extremely charming... Compared with other steles of the Six Dynasties, Tian Hong's calligraphy looks very special.
'Thin and strong'. Therefore, from this perspective, it is the artistic characteristic of the regular script used in the late Sui and early Tang Dynasties to be 'thin and hard', and to prepare all the rules..."
Teacher Jiang's explanations were extremely detailed, and he spoke highly of Tian Hong in his words and deeds. Almost everyone could see that he was always in a state of extreme excitement, and while explaining, he was pointing his fingers.
They were careful not to touch the rice paper, which shows how much he attaches importance to this calligraphy work.
"Classmate Tian Hong, can this calligraphy work be given to Teacher Jiang?" After Teacher Jiang explained it, he looked at Tian Hong with a hopeful expression.
"Teacher, if you like it, of course you can." Tian Hong was not arrogant because of Teacher Jiang's praise, he still looked respectful.
"Thank you, thank you..." Teacher Jiang was overjoyed and quickly and carefully sandwiched the work between a few blank rice papers and rolled it up, as if it were a priceless treasure.
After getting Tian Hong's calligraphy works, Teacher Jiang seemed to have no intention of teaching. After randomly assigning some homework, he spread out the calligraphy works to study and appreciate them, sometimes dancing with joy, as if he was possessed...
"Tian Hong, I didn't expect your calligraphy to be so good." Su Manman poked Tian Hong's arm with a pen and asked, "When did you practice calligraphy?"
"Three years old." Tian Hong was a little ashamed, he was right.
"Wow...you started learning at the age of three. Your teacher must be very famous?" Su Manman asked excitedly.
"Very famous, Master Ziyang..." As soon as Tian Hong said a few words, he immediately knew something was wrong, but it was a pity that it was hard to stop.
"Zhenren Ziyang?" Su Manman was really dumbfounded and looked at Tian Hong with wide watery eyes.
"He...he named himself..."
"Oh... no wonder, Tian Hong, Mr. Jiang is a member and director of the Central and South China Calligraphy Association, and is very influential in the Chinese calligraphy community. You are so proud that he rejected you like this..." A flash of light flashed across Su Manman's face.
Jealousy.
"I don't like writing." Tian Hong said his thoughts honestly.
"Hmph, you can write so well even if you don't like it..." Su Manman snorted, but Tian Hong was not arrogant and complacent, and the jealousy on his face was much less.
"..." Tian Hong was speechless. Writing calligraphy was a part of his life in the past. He copied a large number of monastic exercises books every day. For him, writing better than modern people is not a thing.
Something to be proud of.
"Okay, I'll teach you how to play basketball, and you have to teach me how to write calligraphy. Don't hide anything!" Su Manman pinched Tian Hong's arm, looking arrogant.
"Why do girls like to pinch their arms?" Tian Hong frowned.
"Who else is pinching you?" Sumanman's face suddenly changed.
"a lot of."
"..."
Su Manman stamped her feet fiercely, turned red in the face, turned her head away, and ignored Tian Hong again. Tian Hong had an inexplicable feeling. He didn't know when he had offended this unruly girl again.
Of course, he didn't bother to take it to heart because he was about to have a physics class and he was more interested in physics class.
"What are you holding?" Sumanman couldn't help it after all. She turned around and glanced at Tian Hong, who found that Tian Hong was holding some rocks, wooden bars and the like.
"Perpetual motion machine." Naturally, Tian Hong would not say that these were some materials for the emperor's ghost-eating array.
"Perpetual motion machine?!"
"Well, perpetual motion machines, through these things, can produce eternal energy as long as their structure is not destroyed." Speaking of this, Tian Hong immediately became interested and explained to Su Manman in detail.
"Haha...haha...you won't tell me that these broken rocks and broken wood can create a perpetual motion machine that has been overturned by countless scientists and will never appear?!" Sumanman covered her mouth and giggled.
When I came out, I laughed so much that my neck and ears turned red.
Tian Hong looked at that flowery smiling face and couldn't help but forget to answer and was distracted for a while...
