Calligraphers and painters should go to the people
Author/Sun Shuheng
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Calligraphy and painting are fragrant to welcome the National Day,
The community pen gathers the heroes.
Splash ink to convey charm,
A piece of Dan's heart praises peace.
In the interweaving of hustle and bustle,
Pentium community, standing like a peak, between high-rise buildings, hides the people's dreams and fireworks in the world.
Every street is engraved with the imprint of the people.
The dawn of the morning breaks,
Vehicles are weaving, people are flowing,
The laughter of children, walking on the way to school
Pans
It is the prelude to life, and the voice of the people is melodious and warm.
Afternoon sun, mottled figure,
The old man in the shade of the tree told the story of his struggle,
The steps of the youth, firm and powerful,
With the old man in their arms, they pursued the future and hope.
Sunset
The lights are dim, in the direction of one home,
The aroma of dinner, intertwined with the evening breeze,
It warms the hearts of returnees and lights up the curtain of the night.
The night is low, turning into a bright galaxy,
The lights are brilliant, illuminating the dreams of every people,
Music and laughter, echoing in the night sky,
A unique melody that is gentle and tenacious.
Pentium community is a microcosm of the city,
It is also the stage of life, witnessing countless joys and sorrows,
In every corner, there are people's stories and dreams,
Forever rushing fireworks, like the river of life,
Nourishing the people of this land, but also nourishing the hearts of the people,
Some are fit, some play musical instruments,
Towards a better future, galloping together.
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In that long river of time, flowing quietly,
The evergreen tree column, such as the old tree in spring, the leaves are lush and the branches are long.
The years are long, telling the wind and snow, the past of elderly friends,
We sat around the host, Ruihan, and reminisced about the old days.
She has studied from youth to middle age, and we have gone from middle age to old age
The years have carved marks on the forehead,
But the fire in my heart is still hot and bright.
Every greeting is as warm as the sun,
Under this evergreen tree, we are gentle and never forget.
In her live broadcast room, the story is like a song, melodious,
It tells about poems, calligraphy and paintings, and also tells about hope.
Old songs sounded, memories rippled in my heart,
Over the years, we have seen each other so often, and we have sung side by side.
Wisdom is like light, illuminating the way forward,
Under the evergreen tree, we share the fragrance of knowledge and the joy of health.
No matter how the world changes,
Under the evergreen tree, there is always constant warmth and light.
The years go by, the seasons change,
But the evergreen column is always green.
We are here, looking for the meaning of life,
is also here, harvesting the sweetness of friendship.
Let's walk this long road hand in hand,
Under the evergreens, leave our footprints.
May this column, like the evergreen tree, grow old
Always accompany us through every spring, summer, autumn and winter.
In the depths of the Pentium community,
Evergain Studio is quiet and solemn,
The sunlight shines through the cracks in the leaves, sprinkling dappled light and shadow,
The hearts of calligraphers and painters are surging as the National Day approaches.
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The fragrance of ink is overflowing, the pen and paper are dancing lightly,
The pen meeting to welcome the National Day quietly kicked off here.
Calligraphers and painters, with the pen as the boat, the ink as the sea,
In the vast world of rice paper, soar freely.
Mi Baolin's virtue and kindness, Liu Chunfa's rivers and mountains are so delicate, Zhao Jianfeng's Long March, Zhang Lixia's old roots are strong, Yang Jiaoye is more yin, Zhao Ruimin's Changle is endless, every stroke is affectionate,
Jiang Lianxiang's snow scene, Zhuang Yao's camel, Yuan Yuzhen's fish, Xu Heng's landscape, Wu Xiaohong's autumn rhyme, Guo Wenlan's peony, Zhang Chunzhen's lotus, red, yellow, blue and green, paint the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.
The mountains and rivers are magnificent, the rivers are rushing,
In their writings, flowers, birds, insects and fish are vivid and vivid.
The pines and cypresses are evergreen, symbolizing the prosperity of the motherland,
Calligraphers and painters use it as a theme to express their inner admiration.
Every work is a hymn to the motherland,
Every drop of ink contains love for the motherland.
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At the PEN meeting, the atmosphere was warm and solemn.
Calligraphers and painters learn from each other and communicate with each other.
They feel with their hearts, create with their feelings,
The beauty and greatness of the motherland will always be engraved in my heart.
With the sun in the sky, the pen will also come to an end,
But the enthusiasm of the calligraphers and painters has not diminished in the slightest.
They know that this is not just a pen meeting,
It is also a baptism of the soul and an affectionate confession to the motherland.
In the Pentium Community Evergain Studio, the Evergain column, the confidant of elderly friends
This "National Day" pen meeting will always be remembered in everyone's hearts.
It bears witness to the talent and enthusiasm of calligraphers and painters,
It also witnessed their infinite love for the motherland and praise for the people's better life.
Calligrapher and painter, with brushstrokes of light and shadow,
Step into the tender embrace of the community,
They are not lonely travelers,
It is the messenger of culture and the light of inheritance.
The smiles of the residents, the Lucky Star Chinese Restaurant breeze blowing on their faces,
Welcome to this transmitter of culture,
They sat around and listened to the whispers of calligraphers and painters,
It's like going back to that long time tunnel.
The painter's paintings, dancing lightly on the walls,
It is the hymn of mountains and rivers, and it is also the chant of history,
They tell the glory and vicissitudes of the past,
It also inspires hopes and dreams for the future.
The calligrapher splashes ink, and the words fly like dragons and snakes,
That is the precipitation of the years, but also the expression of the soul,
Every word contains a profound meaning,
Let the residents feel the charm of culture in the fragrance of ink.
The communication between calligraphers and painters and residents, hearts and minds,
Words are worth a thousand words,
They use art to build a bridge,
Let the heritage of culture take root in every corner of the community.
This is not only the duty and mission of calligraphers and painters,
It is their deep friendship with the community,
They use their talents and passion,
It injects cultural vitality and hope into the community.
Let's pay tribute to the bearers of these cultures,
Thank you for the beauty and emotion they bring to the community,
May the light of culture shine on us forever,
Let the flame of inheritance burn forever.
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Calligrapher and painter, the walker of the soul,
Wandering between the scent of ink and color,
The mountains and rivers are written, and the ink stains the fireworks in the world,
It connects the hearts of the people.
Not only into the community, but also into the countryside, which is a sea of green,
In the picture scroll, the toil of the field should be hidden,
Sweat drips, nourishing the soil of hope
The fragrance of rice overflows, and the stream gurgles, telling the song of nature.
You talk to the villagers and listen to the sound of the earth.
Paint that simplicity and tranquility into your paintings.
Enterprise workshop, roaring machines, steel symphony,
That is the pulse of modern civilization, and it is also the inspiration field for your creation.
You stand side by side with the workers, feel their sweat and strength,
Capture that tenacity and perseverance with a brush, and show the spirit of the times.
The military camp and the police camp are the homes of guarding,
Soldiers and policemen guard the peace and hope of the people.
You go deep into it, feel the responsibility and responsibility,
Use color to depict their bravery and fearlessness, and convey positive energy.
School is the temple of knowledge and the cradle of the future.
The smiling faces of the children, like the rising sun, are full of hope.
You walk into the classroom and draw dreams with the children.
Enlighten their hearts with art and stimulate their love and yearning for life.
Calligraphers and painters, people-centered,
Traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, just to find that real touch.
Calligraphy and painting works are not only a display of beauty,
It is also the epitome of people's life and a portrayal of the spirit of the times.
Go to the people, understand the suffering, understand life,
There is also a deep concern for the suffering of the people,
and that indelible heart of innocence.
This is an eternal pursuit and a source of creation.
With a pen, paint a portrait of the people, leave traces for the times,
Let the flower of art bloom forever in the hearts of the people and never wither.
You can also feel the resonance and power that transcends time and space.
A touch of danqing has a long charm, and the pen is high-spirited.
Splash ink and write a new atmosphere of the motherland.
(Author's file: Sun Shuheng, pen name Hengxin Yongzhi, Nei Mongolia Naiman banner people.) Member of China Financial Writers Association, Member of China Essayists Association, Member of Inner Mongolia Writers Association, Member of Inner Mongolia Poetry Society, Deputy Secretary-General of Inner Mongolia Tea Road Research Association, Deputy Secretary-General of Inner Mongolia Popular Literature and Art Research Association, Senior Researcher and Deputy Secretary-General of Inner Mongolia Poetry and Calligraphy Research Association)