Riding the wind of rebirth

"If these are the Chengxintang papers of the Southern Tang Dynasty..." Zhou Zhi felt unbelievable: "Have all the literati and inkmen of the past dynasties for more than 1000 years let them go?"

"It's hard to say that it wasn't found in a grotto like Dunhuang decades ago." Mr. Zhang seemed to mutter something in a low voice: "Of course you have to have luck, plus a good eye for discerning goods."

Zhou Zhi knew what Mr. Zhang was muttering secretly. The so-called old man becomes younger.

So he said lightly: "Mr. Zhang, you have to think about it. For example, the tombstone. Fortunately, I found out that if anyone else used it to build a pigsty, the side with the words would be knocked off because the size is not suitable..."

Zhang Lao couldn't help but shuddered.

"For another example, if an old lady makes shuttlecocks for her children, she must grind them down and wear off the stamping features..."

"Stop talking!" Zhang Lao's eyes showed a look of fear: "You are a meritorious person!"

Hmph, I can't cure you little old man!Zhou Zhi was secretly proud that these are people who love cultural relics like their lives, and he knows how to deal with them.

"But why are there so many ancient papers in this box..." Xu Gong felt a little strange: "Could it be that the previous owner of this box was our colleague?"

After saying the four words lightly, a thunderbolt flashed through the minds of everyone in the studio—yes!If these ancient papers are for repair work, then those things at the bottom of the box...

"Open one!" Now this thing is Zhou Zhi, only he dares to speak so grandly.

He took out a jute paper bundle, opened it gently, and inside was a pack of broken paper.

Mr. Zhang has distributed masks to everyone, not because he is afraid that something will infect people, but because he is afraid that people will be infected with things.

"Look, this is the Dharma book on Chengxintang Paper in the Southern Tang Dynasty, which has been aged in the air and handed down from generation to generation. It is exactly the same as the one I saw in the National Palace Museum in Taipei."

"Be careful, if the breath blows away any fine particles, it may be a loss." Mr. Zhang became serious: "Everyone, please be careful..."

The pieces of paper were broken into a mess, and the four of them worked together, and it took a lot of time to piece the paper together into a broken whole, and there were still many small broken corners that couldn't be fixed for a while.

But it can be roughly seen that this is a calligraphy work that is far bigger than Cai Xiang's "Chengxintang Stickers".

Apes and birds are hesitant and afraid of Jianshu, and Fengyun often protects Chuxu.

Just order the general to wave his magic pen, and finally see the descendant king go to pass the chariot.

It is not a shame to have talent in wind music, but what about Guan Zhang's lack of life?
In his year of Jinli Jing Temple, Liang's father chanted that he hated it.

This is Li Shangyin's famous historical poem "Cuibi Station".

In the poem, the poet expresses his admiration for Zhuge Liang, and deeply regrets that he failed to realize his wish to unify China. At the same time, he denounces Liu Chan, the cowardly and fatuous queen who surrendered to Wei.

Calligraphy is cursive, and it is wild cursive. The brushwork is unrestrained and elegant to the extreme. At the same time, you can faintly see the sadness and depression between the strokes. The ink is vivid and shocking.

"This, this..." Zhou Zhi shivered like a chick before such unrestrained and unrestrained brushwork. This is probably a realm that he would never be able to reach in his entire life: "The moon is at the end of the day, and the day is too white. Feeling drunk , it was written in the Manchu nunnery, Manqing."

"Which big boss is this Manqing..."

"This one is yet to be investigated, but this one can be described as thunderous." General Sun pointed to the first inscription behind the calligraphy with his gloved finger, which was also a very beautiful calligraphy.

"Shi Manqing has been proud of his poetry and wine since he was a child. His majestic appearance, his poetic style is strange, and he is also good at calligraphy. His strokes are strong, his style is beautiful and willow, and he is treasured by the world."

"The Yu family tasted Chengxintang paper, the posthumous master of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and Manqing wrote his "Cuibi Post Poetry" on this paper for Yu."

"Poems, which Manqing loves all her life, have been kept until now. They are called the Three Wonders, and they are also treasures of Zhenyu's family. In June Jiazi, Ouyang Xiu, the prince's young teacher, revisited them in Liuyiju."

There is also a seal on the bottom, and the inscription is "Liuyi Layman".

"I remembered! Shi Manqing, Shi Yannian! "The Poetry of Raising the Pencil" is Shi Yannian's calligraphy!"

"Shi Yannian? This name seems familiar..." Manager Fei began to try to remember.

"Like Liu Ling and Zhang Zhi, he is a well-known alcoholic in history." Zhou Zhi, a character in Song history, is quite familiar, and his memory is opened up much faster than the others: "It is said that Shi Yannian is an alcoholic because he not only Alcohol is like life, and ingeniously created a variety of grotesque drinking methods."

"For example, he has disheveled hair, bare feet and drinks in shackles, which is called "prison drinking"; he drinks with others on trees, which is called "nest drinking"; sometimes he wraps himself in rice straw, only Stretch out your head to drink with people, which is called "turtle drink"; do not light the lights at night, drink with guests in the dark, and call it "ghost drink"; when drinking, jump on the tree for a while, and jump to the ground for a while, saying it is "ghost drink". Crane drinking'. Its drinking is wild."

Manager Fei clapped his hands: "That's right! The famous drunk maniac in history is easy to remember, but I can't remember the name for a while. This is a fellow of ours!"

Zhou Zhi secretly rolled his eyes in his heart, Shi Yannian is considered a great writer, his poetry was praised by Mei Yaochen, his calligraphy was cherished by Ouyang Xiu, how dare you, Manager Fei, compare to others of the same kind?
Hehe smiled: "Many people know the term 'Yanjin Liugu', but in fact this word was originally a proper noun, specifically referring to Shi Yannian's calligraphy style..."

However, he also had great doubts in his heart: "If it is really Shi Yannian's calligraphy and Ouyang Xiu's postscript... then this is a coincidence, right?"

"The calligraphic work that Ouyang Xiu wrote so much in his notes can still see the light of day again? Could it be...someone made a fake based on Ouyang Xiu's notes?"

"Use Southern Tang Chengxintang paper to fake it?" Mr. Zhang was unconvinced: "Is it possible? And with this achievement in calligraphy, if the 'Yan Jinliu bone' you mentioned, Mr. Zhou, is Shi Yannian's calligraphy style recorded in history, Then this word is completely in line with historical records.”

"The key is Ouyang Xiu's calligraphy." Xu Gong said: "There are several pieces of his calligraphy handed down from generation to generation."

After speaking, he flipped through the picture album published by the National Palace Museum in Taipei a few times: "Here, the regular script "Zhi Duanming Attendant Reading the Chidot" and the running script "Zhaoai Tie"."

Zhou Zhi looked at the album, then at the postscript, and compared it with Shi Yannian's cursive script: "No wonder Mr. Ouyang admires Shi Yannian so much, is it suspected of boasting?"

It turns out that Ouyang Xiu's handwriting is also very distinctive, timeless and elegant, meticulous and tough, but one can tell at a glance that he is greatly influenced by Yan Zhenqing and Ouyang Xun.