Zhao Lengyue: Made a Chang'an on paper

He tapped and chiseled on paper, using a pen as a substitute for a carving knife. Why can't calligraphy be just a kind of monument?

 

The resolute force of this word can break the deadlock! Crush the decadent cartilage of that piece of learning, and erect the millennium monument soul from ancient times to the present!

 

The North Stele appreciated its skeleton - the axe chiseling sound of the Longmen 20th grade kept rising and falling, every folding pen hidden in the cliff, every hook swinging a broken halberd, as if it were about to break through paper. The verb 'write' appears too soft in front of it, perhaps only by using the word 'smash' can it muster its courage.

 

Yan Zhenqing bestowed upon it flesh and blood - that is the warm and righteous aura that fills the memorial to his nephew. Not as soft as bones, but as round and thick as a blade, guarding the center with grandeur.

 

Oracle bone inscriptions and bronze inscriptions have forged its soul - the fingertips of the priests of the Shang and Zhou dynasties tremble and stretch to this day, and the lines surge from the historical books of the previous dynasty, like golden spears and iron horses, like knives, spears, swords, and sticks gripping the fibers of paper. Three thousand years of bone strength have all turned into tiny thunderbolts at this moment.

 

Seventy years of vicissitudes are the progress bar of his daily "blending". Lin Zhangqian smashed Zheng Wengong and chewed the scattered family plate. The clarity of the cold moon, the magnificence of the North Stele, and the richness of Yan's muscles were kneaded together like iron.

 

This is Zhao Lengyue's list.

 

Three meters away, you can see the grandeur of the temple and the majestic mountains. The iron cavalry of thousands of troops and horses is unstoppable - surging into your field of vision.

 

Within one meter, you can see the ink leaving strokes on the rice paper - chiseling of oracle bone inscriptions, casting of bronze inscriptions, and the clumsiness of Yan Zhenqing.

 

like nature itself -- highest quality? incorrect.

 

It is the toughness of the North Stele that meets Yan Jin's toughness, and the sharpness of oracle bone script that meets the clumsiness of Ding Wen. Face to face! Collide with each other until I have you in me, and we can't distinguish between enemy and us! After seventy years of collision, they finally stumbled upon this uniquely Eastern monument that breathes like steel and concrete.

 

Each word can independently form a logo.

 

Every stroke can be expanded and carved into a monument.

 

There is no ink on Zhao Lengyue's paper. Only the quenched steel slag has an immortal luster, making people want to reach out and touch it.

 

The buildings on paper rise from the ground - heralding autumn and welcoming spring, reaching the ultimate tentacle.