Haipai Space | scholar inkblots - the calligraphy art of scholar Xie Zhiliu

Head of Shanghai Station of Art Weekly, Editor-in-Chief of "Haipai Space": Zhang Yage

Writing has a long history in China.

In the long river of writing, Chinese formed the concept of "Golden Stone Eternal Year" and "Paper Life Millennium". Chinese the traditional concept is to "read his books and want to see him as a person". Throughout the ages, whether it is collectible or academic, they have admired and studied countless historical materials that have experienced the torrent of the times and the dual values of art and scholarship that they have retained. This is not a scab addiction of a few people, but the worship of writing is an important idea in traditional Chinese culture, which still affects us today.

The first series of the Scholar Ink Series, "Xie Zhiliu", was edited and prefaced by Mr. Zheng Zheng, a senior reporter of the well-known old newspaper Humanities Report. There are "Poetry Books", "Letters", "Poetry, Inscriptions", "Xie Zhiliu and Calligraphy", "Xie Zhiliu's Selection with Seals", "Xie Zhiliu Chronology". Among them, the four sections of "Poetry Book", "Xinzha", "Poetry Han, Inscription" and "Xie Zhiliu and Calligraphy" were written by the famous maritime artists Han Tianheng, Wu Hao, Xu Jianrong, and Liu Yiwen respectively. Now authorized and supported by Mr. Zheng Zheng, "Haipai Space" will be presented in five phases. - Editor

In 1980, Xie Zhiliu painted "Xiashan Ji Rain Map" with Xu Xiluo ink method

Xie Zhiliu's "Zhuang Twilight Weng Self-Written Miscellaneous Poems" Appreciation and Annotation:

Ink landscape

Peng's wings flew furiously and the wind flashed, and the five greens of the foot were dyed.

With a trace of NanMingyun, scattered as Qi Zhou

Smoke at nine.

Lying on the abdomen

Lying belly is as muddy as Beiyuan Mountain

The fog of the barrier is like a lock. Day shake wind wrist brace pen, concave

The ink is always dry.

Garden

Yi Ji is a thousand miles, volt

Tochishi is still the same. The martyrs held strong hearts and died in their twilight years. Speechless

Oh, peach plum Yang embroidery. Not like Zhi Lanxin, it does not smell for a long time.

Ding Wei passed through Beijing in September, fourteen years apart, and got this poem in the car

Autumn sun is bright and full of rivers and days,

The shadow of the trees passed in front of you. Fourteen years have passed like a rut, and I have returned to Beijing to change people.

Lin'an paper

Lin'an newly created female sangji, Jing County should lose

Inaba Xuan. Try to splash ink with The SilkEn, the wet clouds are thick and the rain is still wet.

Recently, the landscape does not feel that this one is such a song

Long lost forest springs, retrace the old scars. Decadent

The rest is bright, and the miscellaneous colors are still colorful. The genres are more different, and the country is easy to be new. spirit

Pass out the meditation contract and concentrate with the spirit.

West Lake in Hangzhou

Ten years will not lead to West Lake Road, fog scattered buildings and trees are clear. Still lake and mountain eyes

Bi, strong waist and feet for climbing. Turning yellow to green in a hurry, hungry

Eyes red rain. Do not regret the return of spring and say goodbye, autumn bushes rely on the staff to reward strictly

Frost. Two days before the Lantern Festival, the day trip from Xiqiao Mountain to Baiyun Cave ends

Overnight at the Shouzhen Pavilion, I got these three poems

Wonderland invites guests,

The trees are green with sideburns. Yun Feng was as timid as a heavenly being, sitting and listening to the sound of the spring

Self-clear. Ling Yanchun swallowed the clouds early and came to see the Milky Way fall nine

Heavy. Full of eyes and wind, he was full of other intentions, and he was burdened with seventy-two cloud peaks.

The dense trees of the Cong Emperor intersect and the jaggedness of the stone is concave. Honesty and truthfulness

Lying on the pavilion, Handan dreamless Bei Xiqiao. Guangzhou Dongshan

Zhuangxin is seventy years old, laughing at himself and coming to avoid the cold of the year. Small stay for good flowers and bamboo

Guo, Kezhai temporarily listed Xie Dongshan.

From December 26 to Guangzhou, he did not see Zi Yudi

And sixteen years later, I like to give this poem

Winter warm flowers deeply, reunion happy to show their eyebrows. Back to pity paper banana leaves, long laughing socks goose creek. pen

Mo Cheng is lonely, and the road is different. The head of the deceased will be white, and this Dao is prime.

Titled Lu Yu Less Landscape Scroll

Gull Wave then opened his face, Jane yuan obsessed with Huang He

Strong. For six hundred years, the wind and currents have seen the land and sky tour.

The long song is drunk with ink smoke and jiang ben, and the floating clouds are already chen. Phi Tu was stunned

Wang Mengbi, still feel that the encounter is the deceased.

Gift to uncle

Thousands of poems are invincible, and the spirit is not implied by the lingling language. Who knows Uncle Rugao

Son, try to go from Jiangbei to Jiangshan.

Bizhi Mountain Magpie Chart

The mountain fowl is secluded and quiet, and the green wet branches are exposed. Danqing is old and spiritless, and she is delicate

Lost.

Draw fish

Rainbow Waves, Lian

Pinnacle Hayes. Not the factor is not me, the fish is happy and peaceful.

Xu Xixue bamboo diagram

Falling ink is a vice of gecai, except for Jiangnan who gets this. Hard work Suzhou Wu Qian

An, advise me not to ask Xu To be a virgin.

Plum bamboo diagram

The wind tip drops ink and shakes the shadow, and it is rare to draw a good branch of the plum. Summer green spring red feast

Eyes, double clear does not shine on the head.

Autumn leaf frost bird diagram

Outside the door of the green snail pressure fog collection,

Thousands of forests are fragrant and old in the early autumn. Wild birds should know the leaves, and they have frost in them

On top. Titled Zheng Sonam Bamboo Scroll, Sonam wrote bamboo This is only seen in its style

so

Yi Yi Qingsi escaped from Zen, and his arrogance was transmitted from Jingli.

Desolate pen south of the old, rain and wind dancing green smoke.

The two drawings of the southern part of the world are only orchids and bamboo, which are now in Japan

The jinqian collection is rare in this secret, and the heart Shi Xiu will find the ink book. It's a pity that the double Clear is lost

Go, Youlan cried at Xiang Jun.

Self-written Mei, Shi Ke Xi'an (Editor's Note: This poem was reviewed and titled "Red Leaf Frost Bird Diagram")

Self-written moss embellished with jade branches, pink marks and ink nostalgia. That is, this is getting older

Wind pen, not to mention the time when Gangnam has been away for a long time.

Snow scene

It should be suspected that a handful of Wu salt is less, and the three spring willows are not felt thick. I've been surprised

Red-crowned crane, more wearing a thousand ridges of white fox fur.

Bamboo bird diagram

The rain in the East Plains scatters long smoke, and the spring water has no ripples in the North Lake. Indifferent to the wind

Bamboo ding, through the forest birds whisper falling pearls. Plum bamboo stone

Plum blossoms are thin through the snow, and the green clouds are clear and clear. Shine back to the stars

Nanming, the future will be cold alliance.

On January 8, 1981, I passed through Kyoto, Japan, and the name of Aoyama outside the guest house

Dongshan, and twice over here, the host banquet guests are in the geisha yu wine, because of the drama of the Dongshan silk bamboo story

Downstairs, the Kamogawa gulls gathered to bathe, and the blue ridge in front of the window shot a thick light. Twilight met Dongshan again

Happy, silk bamboo temporarily forget is a foreign land. Peach blossom spring dove figure cover

Written forty years ago, revisited

Summoning the rain singing dove to brew Xiao Yin, peach blossoms smiling and timidly waking up in spring. Looking for a dream from forty years ago, the painting was confused and a few journeys.

Dozens of poems on the right are old and new, and they are cluttered.

Comrade Zheng Zheng belonged to this book, which had not been reported for a long time, and had been neglected to check it, and for half a day's efforts, the poetry and books were insufficient and impressive, and he was deeply ashamed. Zhuang Twilight Weng Zhi Liu, Xin Youxia May Summer Rain Window and Remember