Teacher Ma Tiankuo and his book fair
Text/Yuan Qiuxiang
Teacher Ma Tiankuo's book exhibition is placed in the courtyard behind the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Xi daxingshan Temple, and various characters are framed in plain wooden frames, long and short, tall and short, and circle along the Zen room. In the sunshine, the willows fluttered in the yard, like transparent snowflakes, falling on the brick floor of the green barn, rolling happily, hugging marshmallows in the corner. The flowers are red. Some of the pigeons flew, some walked, cooed, walked past them, and didn't even look at me. It seems that the practice is very deep.
Teacher Ma is chubby, smiley, easy-going, and buddha-like, so he will find a comfortable home for his own words. I have seen many book fairs, grand and warm, magnificent exhibition halls, all kinds of people with heads and faces wearing flowers on their chests, applauding and cutting ribbons, and grand and overflowing. But there were few viewers, and it ended in a few days. It felt like a calligraphy show, short-lived and silent. Forget it when you're done. Teacher Ma does not want applause and flowers, nor does he catch up with the trends and seasons, but only wants people who like calligraphy to have a clean relationship with their own words in the Buddhist family. Entering the Buddhist temple, people's hearts are pure, and the sound of wooden fish, the sound of wind and birds, the words are alive and spiritual, swaying and shining, soothing the feelings and hearts of people of all colors. During the day they talk with tourists, and at night they accompany the bright moon breeze to nag. The word has personality and thought.
I don't write well and don't know calligraphy, but I still like to read it. Seeing that many people write words that are exactly the same no matter how big or small, I commented that people write very uniformly and neatly. The bookkeeper was not very happy, and told me that this was the sticker of who was who, how many years of waste sleep and forget to eat, the "yong" word of the "yonghe nine years" in the orchid pavilion preface, the dots were like weeping mountains, vertical like ancient trees, and the hook was hanging from the cantilever. To come out of that feeling, you have to have a green light and a lone shadow a thousand times, grinding a few pens. I think people are terrible.
But think about it, who is the calligrapher? That Li Kui and Li Ghost should not be enemies. Moreover, the great calligraphers of ancient times did not only pass down not just words, but texts. "Looking up at the greatness of the universe and looking down at the grandeur of the category", the reputation of Lan Tingxu is associated with such a scholar-doctor feeling. Also, when Wang Xizhi wrote the preface to the Orchid Pavilion, the breeze was bright and bright, the high friends were full of seats, the wine was slightly drunk, every pore was emitted with the elegance and smell of poetry, and people also relaxed to the four voids, he did not want to write any famous posts that flowed through the ages, but just vividly vented his temperament. Even Wang Xizhi himself could not write such a flying and smooth feeling later. Do you have such a state of mind? Today's mottled mess of the book world is a matter of opening one's eyes and hitting one's eyes. There are a variety of books with their own concerns, and it is best to cultivate their feelings and happiness. More for the sake of fame and banknotes, worldly desires are covered under thin rice paper, and unscrupulously insult the broadness and innocence of Chinese characters!
Walking along the courtyard of the Zen Temple, Teacher Ma's words and the wandering footsteps of tourists are very compatible. The feeling of reading words is to walk with friends, chat casually, once majestic, one moment clumsy, one moment ethereal, one moment magnificent, no word is the same. Just look at a word, it is like a naughty child, shaking his legs and stretching his arms, all kinds of deviance and willfulness, but combined together, it is full of vitality and imagination, like a child pushing an iron ring, bending and bending, and the bells roll past the eyes, and suddenly feel that everything in front of you is alive and fragrant.
Recently, I was doing an activity for the children, and I thought of building blocks and felt that the writing had reached the realm of freedom, just like a child building blocks. Horizontal and vertical skimming bending hook point, the basic brushwork of Chinese characters is just a few moves, and the building blocks are simple so many shapes, what they look like, only they know. Linti is to build blocks, and writing calligraphy is to build blocks. The soul of calligraphy art is not who you are like, but in having your own innovations and expressing your emotions and souls after taking a hundred schools. Teacher Ma confessed that he had been in many famous postes for decades, so in his works, the grass seal belonged to the oracle bone, there were shadows, but the spirit and taste belonged only to him.
There's an entertainment program on TV called a reality show, but no matter how much makeup skills the performer exhausts, he can't be himself. To grasp the essence of calligraphy, it is still in two words, Tao! realize! From the essence of the art of Chinese characters, the Tao is enlightened, and then the Fa is indefinite, and the chest is expressed directly.
The relationship between words and people is a bottle of wine that has been brewed for a long time and has a high concentration. Has its own fragrance. What blends is their own temperament and ideals and feelings. Words are talkative, carefully examined, and behind the smooth pen and ink, there is a book's heart beating. Instead of using Wang Xizhi's characters, write Li Bai's poems. With Huaisu's wild grass, write about social stability and harmony.
Some people regard words as their own feathers, especially cherished, to cover up with beautiful houses, and some people treat their words as naked, open in the sun. Someone else's word is adopted, and Ma's word is biological.
Returning, the tall building picks the slanting sun, a book fragrance, half of the Buddha's nature.
About the Author:
Yuan Qiuxiang, female, born in August 1956. Senior journalist, famous writer, once served as deputy director of the literature and art department of Shaanxi Daily, deputy editor-in-chief of Sanqin Metropolis Daily, executive deputy editor-in-chief of "This Morning News", chief planner of "Today Media" magazine, and editorial board member of "News Knowledge". He is now the chief editor of Happy Pop-up Book, senior editor, famous media person, prose writer, and children's reading promoter.