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Lilac is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and vice chairman of the Guizhou Poets Association.
"Incense Paper Museum"
Shi Ding Xiang
In the incense paper ditch, I dare not write poetry
I didn't dare to speak, and even my breathing was gentle
I gently stepped into the bamboo forest, into the middle of spring
From the clarity of the stream, he crossed seventy-two paths
The ancient papermaking process gently walked into the incense paper museum
In the Incense Paper Museum, incense is the only introduction to poetry
A bamboo tree finds its soul's home here
It was carved by an artist named Fang Cong
Resurrection Spring
This is the new birth of bamboo, the new life in spring
A bamboo tree grows new shoots and roots from the bottom of the mountain
Reaching into two thousand years, after seeing the ancestor Cai Lun
Return to 600 years into incense into paper
The sound of the stream grinds bamboo, flowing for 600 years
The story is so crisp and golden in the tea soup of Udang
This is the color of time precipitation, this is the light flowing from the paper incense
In the Incense Paper Museum, I saw the eye of the artist Fang Cong
It is also golden, and all the paper carvings are also golden
Golden, perhaps the distance of the incense paper story
"In Wudang, I met Fengxiang dyeing"
Sweetgum, dyed
Blue and white blend into poetry, fragrant for thousands of years
Flowers, grasses, insects, fish, and finches are skillfully handed
Painting celadon, the soul is no longer abstract
Pattern, the essence of maple dyeing
Copper drum pattern, sun pattern, pomegranate pattern, bottle pattern
Fish pattern, cloud pattern, peony pattern, crab pattern, starry sky
In the boiling water of thousands of years, the more it is boiled, the more refined it becomes
Dyeed with indigo and bathed in water
All the poetry flows gently from the fingertips, waiting for the spring breeze
Waiting for the sunrise, waiting for the moonlight, after a thousand years of precipitation
In Udang incense into a romantic
Yes, romance is the undertone of maple dyeing
On the trip to Wudang, I met the maple fragrance
Dyeing Wudang, a large area of poetry grows wildly in spring
Source: Shuangshuang Guiyang Vitality Wudang