The pen writes thousands of words, the ink paints black.
The Tang and Song poems are forgotten, and the tip of the pen is obsessed with the Xuan.
A little bit of a horizontal dance down the elegant, a vertical and an apostrophe into the wild.
The line kneads the beauty of the heart, and the Xuan Xuan is colored by the heart of the mediocrity.
The line is the beauty of the heart, and it is dyed in the color of the heart.
Let your feelings soar in the sky, and let your mind fly in the high mountains and flowing water.
The word is life, the stroke is the world.
About the Author
Xu Guoping, pen name: Beishi, male. Born in 1961 in Qingtian, Zhejiang Province, he graduated from Wuhan Jiaotong College and moved to Italy in the early 1990s.
Now he is the academician of World Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Academy, the director of Hong Kong International Famous Masters and Celebrities Association, the vice-chairman of Hong Kong International Famous Calligraphers Association, the vice-chairman of Hong Kong International Poetry, Calligraphy and Painting Research Association of the Left Dragon and the Right Tiger, the deputy editor-in-chief of the Famous Masters and Celebrities Forum, and the editor-in-chief of the 21st Century Celebrity Network - Calligraphy and Painting Celebrity Column. Deputy Editor-in-Chief of International Poetry, Calligraphy and Painting Exchange Network, Advisor to the Advisory Board of World Ecology Magazine of the United Nations Ecological Organization. He is a freelance writer.
He was awarded the second place in the Grand Prix of Calligraphy Works of Zhejiang Provincial Transportation System, the Silver Prize of Poetry and Calligraphy in the 2018 International Touring Exhibition of Chinese Zhengqi Culture and Art, and the Third Prize of the Fifth Spring Festival Gala of Chinese Poetry, and so on. Zhejiang News Liwen Daqi Xiu column featured its calligraphy and prose works. World Family Culture Network", "World Chinese Business Economy Network", "China Food Construction Culture Network" special report. His works are included in "Baidu", "Google", "So Lone", "NetEase" and other online media. 2018 was selected as "Contemporary Masters and Celebrities", "Chinese Literary and Artistic Artists" Dictionary.
Its calligraphy works are self-contained style, compatible with the calligraphy and painting of ? , very artistic. Poetry essay prose writing beautiful, delicate emotions. Calligraphy works have been central ministries and leaders and many calligraphy lovers at home and abroad collection. His poems and essays have appeared in publications at home and abroad.Mother's Thoughts
Wen/Beishi
Thousands of sails have passed by
Where can I find the harbor
Obsessed with the far side of the road
The direction of mother's late return
Several times in spring, summer, autumn, and winter, I've been looking at the end of the road
Several times in thousands of rivers, I've been drying up
I still can hear the soft tone of the swaying blues
I still can hear the light tone of the rocking blue.
I can still dream of the gentle scent of the evening
The clouds of the old days
have not yet grown old
The chants of the old days
are also far away
The old houses at the street corners are still there
The familiar backs of the people are not there
And there are still
The kind smiles of the people
And the gentle hands
The thoughts of love are like snow
The snow that falls on the rivers.
Ink stains on a piece of paper
Tears on a half-dozen cases
Years of heartbreak
Thoughts scrawled in poetic lines
In the heart of expectation
Painted into old familiarity
Drawn into new sorrows
I hate that the lamps are swaying in the wind
The lovesickness will not be dispersed
I hate that it is difficult to carry on a piece of paper.
Thoughts of you are thick
Your story in those years
Your smile in those years
Written on Mother's Day
"The Old Days"? Wen/Bei Shi
The morning of that time
The wind slipped through the space
The wet stone road
Zigzag birds began to travel far
The red color of rhododendrons
Shadows that pierced the pavement
Floating leaves
Growing through time
Loneliness, silence
Bad Memory
Pulls one out of reach
Laughter, flexibility
Farewell words of parting
Periods of truth
When the rain begins to kiss the grass
When the sunlight caresses the falling clouds
I can't remember any more
Dreams walked in front of the Taihe Mountain
Numinations fell on the shore of the Namming Lake
And the sadness left behind by the autumn rain on the night
Only the warm eyes on the waterfront
Vaguely, piercing into the heart
Only the residual clouds that fell in front of the twilight night
Once again, the madness was ignited
"The souls of those who have traveled far away from each other"
Wen/Bei Shi
Stranger
Forgotten
As a passerby brushes his shoulders
As a withered leaf corrodes
Your name
Lies quietly in the depths of your cell phone
Seeking and searching
I can't find any trace of a smile on the screen
The time of the materialistic desire
Drifting away from the pure truth of what was once there
The waves of the sea, the waves of the sea, the waves of the sea, the waves of the sea, the waves of the sea, and the waves of the sea.
The years
have hollowed out the simplicity of the past
It turns out
that there are always friendships in life that can't be retained
It turns out
that there are also old friends that can be forgotten
in the years that have gone by
The youthful years
The wind and the rain are making us laugh and cry
Each other's souls
13052019 draft
April, Walking in Budapest 丨Beishi（Italy)
River floating blue
Melancholy stops the time
The pearls of the Széchenyi Bridge
Fell in the fluctuating river of the Dolce Vita
Flashing with elfin eyes
Hidden in the waves of the sea, the river is a place where you can see your souls.
Hidden in the sound of the waves
Ancient sprites
Wandering on this side of the bank
Orientalists
Staying on the other side of the bank
The opulence of the Reichstag
Tells of the Austro-Hungarian empire's fall
The splendor of the thousand sails
Floats in the end of the blue Danube
This spring
The pearl of the Széchenyi iron bridge
Falls in the fluctuations of the Dolmen
Flashes with the eyes of a spirit
This springOn the banks of the Danube
Breathing in the dust of history
The iron shoes on the riverbank
Speak of lives lost
The statues in Heroes' Square
Witness to the indomitability of Budapest
Gerrit Bridge smells of the Jews' misfortunes
And the blue river prays for the sadness to be far away
The blue river is a place for the people of Austria-Hungary to live. p>
This spring
I listen to the beauty of flowers in Budapest
The luxury of New York's cafes
Interprets the agelessness of beauty
Elegance in the glow of gold
Shining with the scent of age
This spring
I look for
The happiness of my dreams in Budapest
The serenity of my heart
The peace of my mind
The peace of my soul. > Tranquility in the Heart
13, 04, 2019 Draft
"Sword Breath and Book Fragrance Fugue" By Beishi
The desert Gobi is straight with lonely smoke, and the sword breath and book fragrance float in the sky.
The iron riders go, the dust flies.
The bookman's Gobi sword bush endowment, the general desert horse crazy.
Thousands of horseback riding through ten thousand mountains and water, a poem to cover a hundred beacons.
The sword of the King of Vietnam, the sword of Goujian.
The city of Huijie is in a state of turmoil, and the king of Yue's house is in a state of flux.
The king laughed, and the king laughed, and the king laughed, and the king laughed, and the king laughed.
The king's head was chopped off by the side of Manshan Road, and the three-foot Longquan pool was filled with mangoes.
The Duke of Kyoto dances, the sword swings through the Guanshan Mountains and the moon.
The elegant feather fan Zhuge plans, a scholar to block ten thousand troops.
The first time I saw him was when he was a young man, and he was a man of the world, and he was a man of the world.
The sword is like a rainbow on the Jade Gate, and the books are fragrant in the city of Chang'an.
The long song of the sword and the fragrance of the book, the road to the end of the Confucian madness left a thousand years ago.
The language Cherry?
Wen/Beishi
I dream, the years have gone by
Wind and rain, leaving a verdant waterfront
Look at the sitting lotus on the shore of the euphony
Red dust
Years will be on the way to the green silk dyed white
Drop sprightly style
Retain a line of verse elegance
Watch the sadness in the The clouds roll in the sky
When love and affection grow old
When spring and flowers slowly leave
In the humility, stay noble
In the smallness, don't lose the greatness
I dream of the flow of years
In the haze, pick a flowing cloud in the long sky
Listen to the falling cherries in the clouds
In the spring wind, the night light paints the The strangers painted into white snow
Leaving behind the falling shadows of the clasped fingers
Waking up half a lifetime of entangled footsteps
Letting thoughts wander through time.
When the wind blows up the splendor of the years
When the rain blows down the life of a river
The clear waves, swirling beauty
Mundane dust, breaking the chrysalis into a butterfly
"Spring Tide" Wen/Beishi
Jiangnan Smoke and Rain Dai
The slanting sun and the spring fights with the
It is the good scenery of Jiangnan
Time to wake up in the spring and meet you again
This is the time to say that the spring is a great time to meet the gentleman.
You said you knew each other in the past
I can't remember how soft my fingers were
I was surprised to see the herons laughing in the dusk
I was in a boat facing the morning light
The tide was moving in the sand and waves were treading on the trail
The clouds rolled in the sunset and the shadows were long
I was in love with you, but I was in love with you, but I was in love with you, and I was in love with you, but I was in love with you. 24052019 Grass
"A Lonely Rainy Night" by Beishi
Rain, lamps, footsteps
Shadows on the ground, long
Tearing away the peace
Thoughts brushed into blankness by the rain
Cherry blossoms, under the night,
Drifting down the ground, snow
Buried the lilacs that had fallen to the mud
The season
The weary body
Stays on the wet stone boards
The cafe at the corner
Opens up its dark eyes
Falling flowers and leaves go far away from the stream
There is no harbor
I can't find a straw hut to live in
The strange and the familiar, laugh at each other
The frozen mind, in the dreamland
Can't find the childhood song
And the mother's tenderness
The ferry in the old days
The footprints of the longing for each other, slipping out of the surface of the water
Fishing lanterns are still the same, the wind laughs are still the same
The dream of the clasped fingers
But it is no longer the same
The OuShui Fu of Autumn Mornings Wen/BeiShi
The morning of the OuShui Fu is a day of the week, and it is the first time that I have seen it in the world. p> Morning,
Oujiang River after the rain, cold dew locks the fall, gas Qingshui Di.
Walking on the river bank,
willow into the shadow, gulls and herons point wave.
View the distant mountains,
fog around the green mountains, **** day one.
The water is quiet and clear, and the mountains reflect the blue sky.
The water is quiet and clear, and the mountains reflect the blue décor.
Into the eyes of the heart, touching the scene to forget.
The osmanthus leaves on the bank of the river, the fragrance of the flowers is elegant,
Raindrops dripping, as if dripping gold.
The maple leaves between the embankment, red as blood.
Adorned with them, the red and yellow are intertwined.
The birds are chirping, happy and carefree.
The mountains and the autumn water are dancing without strings.
The morning birds and the autumn leaves are singing a long song.
A clear blue water, fish leaping and splashing beads.
Half a pool of mirrors, a boat by itself.
At this point in time, the fragrance of osmanthus is strong.
The red leaves are drunk, the thought of writing in the fall morning, the thought of accompanying the clouds.
The sound of your voice is wonderful, and your feelings are very sincere.
In October, the old year, button finger Jiangnan, in love with the autumn scenery.
The language of the smile, anger and love.
Jade out of Lishui, gold born in Qingtian.
The love is like water, and the encounter is a thousand years old.
The three lives on the stone, all kinds of no destiny.
On the edge of the Milky Way, the encounter is unfamiliar.
The moon is bright, but the stars are sparse.
The autumn sun is falling, the water and the sky are golden.
The morning frost calls for cold, and the autumn wind makes you sad.
The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
A smile on the lips, eyes clear.
Ou water bank, smile for sitting lotus.
Under the autumn moon, not away from Qingqing
Living
The time under the eyelashes
Still
The shadow between the footprints
Extended
Touching hands
Can not hold the broken sun
Steps
Life in the mulberry outlet store
Do not go to ask the sky.
Sorrowfulness
Not to hope
The wind is light and the clouds are light
Like sand
Stubbornness and arrogance under the slightest humbleness
Like water
Indomitable in the softness
Don't hear the ringing of the horses on the old road
Don't talk about the Jinwen, Tang and Song lyrics
Smile and laugh
Living
"A Letter to Myself" is the first of its kind in the Chinese language. p>"A Song to Myself"
Wen/Beishi
Round and round in spring and autumn
Light and shade painted into the specimen of the heart
Written into fifty-seven pages in the dust
Poetry and commonplace
Glory and song
In a piece of ink
Cold and lonely
Remembering the night and the day's pursuit
Remembering The lady's voice is a mixture of the elegant and bridal styles
Laughing in the thorns
Grabbing a handful of dust
It's time to be done
The high and low
The tenacity of a blade of grass
The patience of a grain of sand
The days of the water flow
The white light falls from the darkness
The green and white, the dark and the fragrant
Warming the footprints of the winds of life
The darkness of the dark and the dark. The footprints of the winds of life
The old country, the youthfulness
The foreign land, the drifting pimples
The rest of the twilight sunset
The falling snow of the winter
The railings through the chaos of time
The mother's eyes
Remaining as tuberose
Bright relief
The suffering in the tears of the smile
Go away, the branches and the vines.
And
The words of warmth and fragrant tea
And
The words of distant flowers, spring smiles, and autumn water
Tired spring and autumn
Scattered gentleness
The scampering of morning and evening. In the month of May, I will dance a song of flowers and colorful dresses, let the romance go with the wind, dye the love of each other, and sing the song of my heart.
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This season,
Cui thick is dripping, chivalrous butterflies break the chrysalis, it is enjoined to the dust;
Cicadas put poetry, song, long love, love poured into the road.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
This season, the spring sun and the sunset light, moving the changing dance, coloring the sky.
? Release the emotion in the gardenia dipping between. April's feelings rubbed into May's cicadas, fell in the rain on the barberry leaves.? Purple stranger pouring love.
In April, the stranger encountered, the May ghostly love dance.
The encounter is written in the green leaves, the love is soft in the spring, the water is set into the mountains, the life is filled with blank.
Just for the idea of three thousand red dust rubbing shoulders, just for the idea of looking at each other shallow corners of the mouth a smile.
This season, I just want to paint a sitting lotus flower for you in the clouds, and take off the dust as elegant as you are.
I only wish to soften the stars between the eyebrows, euphemistic into a world of splendor. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that you are not alone in your footsteps, and that you are not alone in the world. In the time of the gradual march, holding the clouds into a poem, flicked Hua Xia kneaded on the spring flowers, write down a sky heart love, in love with the eternal.
? This season, grind an inkstone in May ink, paint a period of time not old. In the gardenia yellow linger, in the dusk of melancholy smile, leaf with the wind swing, heart with spring sleep.
? In May, the season full of stingy Wei is sprinting to the most splendid part of life, smile proud of the spring wind, frankly, openly blooming a season of splendor.
? The thorny branches twisted a wisp of wind dance, strumming the strings of the hearts of ordinary people, flowing out of the season's red, green and thin.
? Pomegranate flowers reflect the light of the bright moon, points of brilliant red, colorful purple dust.
A flower is a world, a leaf is a sentiment.
? This season, leaning on the clouds, love strangers, only heard the eyes before the gentleman smile, do not think of the dust vulgar, obsessed with the dome of the meteor sinking and floating, love thousands of sails at the end of the light flashes.
Spring soft, for whom obsessed, lost the moonlight, the red dust forgotten thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers, the soft wind looked at the end of the world, the love of crushed.
In May, the pomegranate is red, fireflies dot .
Under the stars, the end of the world Look at the end of the world, the red dust, if you understand, the thoughts of the bonfire lit ...... .
? Spring breeze between the heart, only pray, with April's deep love to write down the May longing, with the eyes of the soft clarification painted into the heart of the lake in the center of the water, with the lavender purple coloring into the thick longing.
? The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of your eyes, and the color of your face.
The heart of April, in the depths of the years, dipped in a touch of May sun, write a poem of encounter, painted a colorful painting.
If you know, and a song of phoenix with your heart, chanting a volume of Xiangru Fu in your eyebrows.
The time of the red dust, tasting a shallow new tea, so that the floating fragrance to stay in your teeth and lips.
This May, pull a thin shirt to accompany you elegant, pick a star, accompany you to the end of the world, in the Koran, in the water, in the clouds, in the mind ......
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March, I just wish the flowers bloom sound, red dust tender Wen/Bei Shi
Peach is young, burning.
In March, ten miles of peach blossom is thick, a thousand miles of spring breeze shy, rain moist grass green 帯情, Yang point cherry blossom fall drunk.
Buttoned-up fingers of spring, clusters of blush, only love spring charming. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
In this day of flowers, do not leave the dust interest annoyance worry, do not miss the time cloud scrolling.
The heart leaning against the spring breeze, bamboo Xuan listening to the rain, by spring boiled tea, word by word? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Write a poem in March as a spring, and compose a dream in March in your heart.
March, with the spring breeze and about. Forget the clear wave splash pulp of oujiang river fishing fire, into the spring cold makeup of the city of Rome.
Two seasons in one spring, two scenes in one season.
Accompanied by the March spring, pulling the spring flowers.
March Rome, flowers and grass green, sunny and rainy, birds chirping, clouds curl.
March wilderness, the wind with tenderness, the cloud smiles shyly, Yanhong presented Cui, willow bank rain smoke.
A few days ago, a thousand flowers dancing in the cold air, a spring snow, no trace.
? Only in the grass pathway clear morning dew, vaguely still remember the spring snow fall drift.
Only the memory of the fall on the ground, will remind people of the once silver makeup and beauty of the drift.
? The surprises and joys that were once brought to mortals. Once in the spring warmth left behind a trace of spring cold, futile memory had fallen of the fluttering silver chestnut.
The spring sun in Rome is always so brilliant.
Under the sun, the breeze, there is still a chill.
The morning in Rome is cozy.
The morning air, with the freshness of the grass flavor and the green and red dotted scattered, reminds the beings; at this moment, it is embracing with the spring under the same dome.
That spring wind, that spring sun, that spring dew, that spring flowers, that spring rain, romantic into soft.
In the mid-spring of February, Ohio, living in Rome, remembering its Swan Lake cherry blossoms, by appointment with all to enjoy it.
Thinking of Ding You, who lived in Rome in mid-spring, to see the cherry blossom of the sheng, has made a small article "drunken flowers drunk, March spring sweet sweet tears" to remember the beauty of the cherry blossom.
Today, the view of the falling cherry as snow, the wind whisked, floating as rain white snow into tears, the heart into a pity for the beauty of the feelings, want to put pen to paper and no words, more than the state of despondency.
Nai, so find the old article slightly changed to remember the beauty of the cherry blossom drunken fall in order to remember the flower of the helplessness of any zero drop of the unwillingness to give up.
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Cherry blossom drunk?
Wen/Beishi
Drunken Cherry Blossoms
March Cherry Blossoms
Cherry Rain
A song of lovesickness for the gentleman broken
Ding You March, heard the Roman EUR Swan Lake Cherry Blossoms are thick, clusters such as snow, Cherry Rain floating. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
So with friends about the warmth of spring, walk a cherry tree in front of the view of the wave of butterflies, pink and shallow bush wild bee dance line, in order not to live up to the beauty of the March spring blossoms; in order not to live up to the March spring sunshine of the charm; in order not to live up to a season of cherry blossom dance of Yan Yi.
February mid-spring, the sun is soft, the time is just right, is the season of flowers favor competition.
The wild land between the slopes is full of splendor; the butterfly kisses the pistil heart between the stranded monuments, the dew is fresh and fresh, and the birds are singing on the boughs.
This season, with a common heart into the spring sun is charming March, the beauty of the eyes, drunken heart.
This season, do not think about the dust and ordinary things, only think about the beautiful.
This season, walking in the spring breeze, enjoy all the cherry blossoms as snow soft beauty.
This season, just to read the cherry blossoms of the elegant!
This season, just to read the cherry blossom clean elegance!
Cherry blossoms float
Ten miles of snow Nai murmuring
Cherry blossoms fall
Flowers reflect the heart of the lake flowers for the death
The sunshine of the swan lake, under the white clouds, quiet as a virgin, shy like a married woman.
Along the lakeside line, winding paths, eyes and lawns dyed, cherry trees in a hundred forms, the wind and tart lead.
Around the lakeshore, cherry blossom clusters connected, all cover the path. Eyes and, if along the wave flow of clouds, light pink and light red. View, pink rosy, pink elegant, pink holy.
Along the lake, cherry blossom trees, tree tree colorful; branches with love, dozens of soft and beautiful. The lawn between the trees is colorful, like the stars and the moon. Cherry blossom watchers, or standing, or lying, or drunk or obsessed ...... Xu step around the lake path, the breeze, light powder in love, Wan into ink.In front of the face, the incense with the wind, shallow fragrance such as wisps, light diffusion in the heart, fresh and light, such as a dream, and people into the state of mind of the indifferent, into the eyes of the front of the prosperous ......
Looking up to the face, the Cherry Dance, the petals of the flowers seem to be in the burning of a season of splendor.
Welcome to the dance of the petals, but also seems to be talking about the luxury of burning out of helplessness and splendid after a silent. Let people grieve the ghostly sadness and poignant pity ...... stand under the cherry blossom tree. The wind blew down the petals. The petals of the light pink and light red in the air with the wind, flipping the light life. Falling to the ground, turned into spring mud with smoke, so that the heart trembles sigh, life and the beauty of the short. The oil born of sorrow thick in the heart; life is also as this cherry blossom? Flowers blossom and fall, and ultimately can not have that beautiful, brilliant and long-lasting.Sakura is a heartbreak
Books are full of lovesickness
Love to prepare for tired tears
Gotham falls into the wind into the stream
Acacia one night in front of the window dream
Flower in front of the sadness of the people
There was a time when I was always cherry blossoms of the blossom of a flash in the pan and the Wanzuo, I was always cherry blossoms of the brilliant withering and heart regret.
Why is beauty always so short-lived? Why is the splendor always like a flash in the pan? .......
In fact, life is not like this beautiful cherry blossom?These are the most important things that you can do for your business.
We are always in the steps of time, fading the beauty of youth, in the years of the road, green silk dyed white hair, just to leave the time on the road of life walked through a brilliant, elegant, and return to the dust. Always in the years, fading away in the bones of the first born of love and hate. As cherry, from the brilliant to the smoke ...... reincarnation of the mundane dust, writing the story of injury and pain, writing the love and hate of poetry.Mulberry Outlet, such as cherry, graceful and elegant into the beauty, after the splendor of the silence, but the legacy of more than a few soft and beautiful to leave traces and negative Shaohua years? Just remember: the splendor has stayed in the years, the splendor has been in the time.
Cherry blossoms like snow and beauty in the snow, cherry blossoms like clouds and clean in the clouds. Read it, brilliant silence in the elegant. Understand it, a short life of writing purity. Learn from it, when the splendor of the quiet retreat. The season's softness interprets the short life. The first idea is to come to a beautiful place, which is the same as the first thought.