Whether in the study, work or life, we always have less contact with the composition, right, according to the characteristics of the writing proposition, the composition can be divided into propositional and non-propositional essays. The first thing you should do is to ask yourself what kind of essay you've seen. The following is my compilation of celadon essays (generic 5), I hope it can help you.
Celadon Porcelain Essay 1"The plain embryo outlines the cyanotype brush stroke thick to light, the bottle depicts peonies as you first makeup ......"
- Celadon Porcelain.
Accompanied by the euphemistic Chinese tune, you gradually come out of the dusty history, and re-present the beauty of the precipitation of a thousand years.
The fingertips gently crossed the table of the blue and white porcelain, the glaze color but like silk like rain flow into my heart. Plain white jade embryo plain face, natural to carve, water out of hibiscus. The blue peony outlined on the side is like a smiling face with a glance back, as beautiful as a budding flower bud. In April, the human world is enveloped in smoke and rain, and the Qingming Festival in Jiangnan is full of melancholy. Curling smoke, drizzling rain, hazy and euphemistic beauty, a thousand miles of river wind, silk drunken face, the beauty of the river wind with the drift to go to the place where I can not go. The rain is falling and the wind is shaking. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The ghost of the soul to return, flip this blue and white porcelain, the back is a classical traditional picture of ladies. Natural magnificence, Chu Chu moving, graceful swaying in the breeze. Neglected the bottom of the bottle original copy of the ancient official script, such as the sky horse through the sky with the God handsome and elegant. Green carving flowers reflecting the green sky, sudden rain dashing. Once indulged in your elegant color, pure white background makes the outline of the blue flowers more bright, and blue flowers and let the simple background color does not appear lonely. There is no colorful noise, just the quiet of cymbidium make people tranquil and far-reaching; there is no angular solemnity, just fresh and free flowing make people's thoughts fly.
Cyanotype, in the years, walked through the Tang and Song poetic style of words, in the dust, with the underlying elegance of the Yuan and Ming, along with a melodious ancient tune, on the bottom of the bottle on the pen, paragraph in the depth of feeling, with azure smoky rain, wet memory of the wheel of the year, with the color of cyanotype, with the induced colorful sentiment, along the style of Jiangnan, accompanied by poetic moonlight, in the embryo of the color of the plain carve a period of entwined affairs of the heart. In the landscape as if splashing ink, in the past life of Nongzhi, in the landscape as a dream like smoke, listen to the blue and white flowers chanting, that Jiangnan when the courtyard memory of the shallow. And your stunning style, has long been my eyes y locked, let me with your elegant flavor, involuntarily immersed in this heirloom celadon, see you look after yourself beautiful.
"The sky blue and other smoke and rain, and I am waiting for you, the moon was salvaged, haloed the ending, such as heirloom celadon porcelain self-centered beautiful, your eyes with a smile ......"
Celadon Porcelain Essay 2I am a heirloom celadon porcelain!
I am the condensation of clay and water, the sublimation of glaze and fire, the mingling of aestheticism and strength.
Brush on rice paper out of the thickness of the brush, the glaze of the bottle stained with rich peonies, lofty and serene ink splash landscape gently painted on me, skeletonized incense burner rising sandalwood white smoke lingering in my `round. This is how I was born, rich in spirituality. That seems to be the poet in wonderful words to create a dream, a light and airy dream of beauty, it is those aesthetic and romantic let me have a destiny destined to be different.
But the dream woke up.
A ball of mud, a puddle of water, some ethereal poetry, but a face of earthy colors, those colored glaze how can not show the lofty landscape.
Because I am fragile.
Until, I saw that hidden in the kiln fire, see his hideous face, see his body of the group of demons. A wave of fear came over me - I was about to enter this cruel blaze! As they rose violently around me, my horrified pupils laxed, and it was pang after pang of despair that wounded my fragile heart. Which flames tore at my bottle, by their bright red claws and teeth little by little devoured my glaze. I can almost hear the creaking sound from the bottle, a thousand years of fire scorching my fragile aura, the flames jumping and flickering my agonized embryo, those poor landscapes and flowers. In a wild wave of crimson, I was filled with crimson vertigo.
It seemed like a century, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw the blue, serene sky, the soft, white clouds, and the pleased, smiling face of my master.
I was born in the aura, and reborn in the fire. I was once described as "as bright as a mirror, as green as the sky, and as loud as a chime". So I was able to pass on to the rest of the world, relying on the trials and tribulations given to me by those fires, sharpening my strength. Because of this, I can look at the exquisite wooden frame outside the curtain rain wet leaves, in the hands of the literati to see the bright moonlight in black and white, in the chaos of the world to see the vastness of the desert smoke has risen. I passed on for thousands of years, still beautiful, that is the fire gave me everything.
I, finally worthy of a celadon.
The peony in bud, the carp jumped out of the bottle. I, a heirloom celadon, will be that thousand years of unchanged poetry chant.
Outside the window, the rain has been relentless, pattering, the sky is so dark that people feel depressed. So I just closed the curtains, not to care about it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. Suddenly, the sound of a piano slowly into the ear, but it is my favorite "Porcelain". I can't help but think of that image in my mind.
It was a few years ago, during the summer vacation, when the students of our guzheng school were rehearsing for the "Haxia" concert every day. The piece we played was the guzheng version of "Porcelain". The performance attracted a lot of people to come and watch.
Before going on stage, I always like to look up at the ink-blue sky, which is far and deep. The prelude to Celadon, which slowly drifted into my ears at this time, brought a natural fragrance, mixed with a little nervousness and a little pride. The song into the climax, melodious music in front of our eyes sketched out the elegant celadon, white and flawless background color, set off by the graceful and colorful lines, a touch of sadness, a touch of frustration. We raised our heads, raised our arms, let the cool evening breeze brush our faces with light green-blue makeup, stood up, slowly stretched and danced, like a group of fluttering butterflies. At the end of the show, the music, gradually faded, lighter, we stood up, hands hanging down in front of the belly, to the stage a deep bow. Turning around, we walked towards the side steps, with a touch of successful elation in the corner of our mouths.
In the days that followed, because of academic tension, we left that bright stage one after another, leaving that wonderful picture, drifting away. And that piece of memory has never disappeared, like a piece of celadon lying idle in the corner, although after the baptism of the years, played on the wheel of the thin frost, but dusted off the surface of the dust, is still charm still exists.
celadon essay 4Across the glass, the elegance of celadon still ......
This is a Yuan dynasty celadon, appeared in the Yuan dynasty Jingdezhen. The Yuan Dynasty is a peak of the development of blue and white porcelain, painting and decorating clean and elegant, decoration is characterized by the composition of the largest full, multi-layered but not chaotic. Penmanship to a stroke is common, smooth and powerful; outlining rendering is bold and calm. I couldn't help but be shocked by the beauty in front of me, the color white and blue koi carp leaping out of the bottom of the bottle, and the peonies depicted on the body of the bottle have a lot of flavor. I reached out my hand and realized that celadon porcelain and I were out of reach. We are separated not only by the cold glass, but also by more than a thousand years of time.
It is in the years, dipped in thousands of years, cohesion of the craftsman's heart and soul, poured the user's feelings, it flowed in all directions, in the passage of time, belonging to different masters, all have a different story, and even every crack in its body notch, have a unique history ......
The blue and white porcelain. Is it waiting?
Graceful curves, flowing green, take me through ...... I seem to see, water and clouds sprouting between the vaguely visible Iren white plain shirts skirt fluttering; I seem to see, in the breeze quietly flowing stone on the mountain springs and streams, clear and bright and meandering back and forth more than the meaning of endless. Celadon silently waiting for a thousand years, in the things are not the melancholy of the continuation of history, it washed out, simple and elegant, it is from the earthly hand, but there is the beauty of the extraordinary, heh. It is not only a vessel, it carries a different history, things have changed, it is more and more fragrant. It does not say a word, in the cycle of reincarnation chose to be free. It is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancients, it witnessed the blood and fire intertwined with the wind and rain of the years, it is in the hands of generation after generation of people blossomed ......
Suddenly, I feel that I and the celadon porcelain is not far away, and it carries me, savoring the history of the fragrance, feel the history of the side, to explore the secrets of the thousand years that are hidden around them! ......
Through the glass, the appearance of celadon remains the same, and I, through the heavy history, quietly watch the unchanging beauty of the heirloom celadon ......
Celadon Essay 5"A pen, two cups of wine, three lines of poetry, a thousand drops of tears. Three lines of poetry, a thousand tears, ten thousand kinds of tenderness,
Soothing jade embryo, blue and white porcelain, surplus water shallow, the dance is in full swing, the train is flying."
I like celadon porcelain, just because of a poem, "water out of hibiscus, natural to carve decoration."
I like it only because it is elegant, nothing else, that's all.
Zen said, "If you look at the hazy world with hazy eyes, you can see a lot of things that are beyond the world. I am not a saint, so I can not suppress the throbbing of this plain jade white embryo, I first experienced the beauty beyond the world. For the first time, I realized that true beauty is just a feeling.
Human April cage rain, Jiangnan Qingming more melancholy, dense air, such as fog like dust, can only experience the memory of the past and the desolation of the millennium.
Jade flowers, constructed out of ten thousand kinds of tenderness, when the rumors and vows, today's jade and white embryo, is it really just a dream? Soil in the blue and white porcelain, whether it witnessed everything? Carefully digging out the vase, the peony I painted for you is still elegant. But the woman you painted for me is crushed in the dust.
Jade blue flowers depicted ten thousand strands of attachment, that beauty, natural magnificence, Chu Chu moving, graceful swaying in the wind, that slightly raised jade finger seems to want to knock the same world of blue and white porcelain, leaf eyebrow wrinkled, is waiting for who? Perhaps only the wind knows.
Jade lapis lazuli, point out the world, the rolling hills seem to be wearing a layer of gauze; that cheerful stream like innocent children with young teeth, do not touch the world, pure as a flower bud; that abrupt strange stone as the weather-beaten old man, to see through the world, but spotless; and that mysterious quiet moon palace jade toad, is not waiting for Chang'e's smile back? The flowers, the grass, what do you say?
"Plain embryo sketched out the blue and white flowers with a thick turn of the brush, the peony depicted in the bottle is like your first makeup..." ringing in the ears of the familiar music. And what about the blue and white flowers? Maybe in which landscape painting it!