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Chapter 150 Forest of Steles in the Confucian Temple

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    The handwriting is not good-looking, so don't delay to read the good-looking words.

    Before coming to Xi'an, many people recommended the Forest of Steles, and it must be worth visiting. Don't miss it.

    So I promised yes, yes, and rushed to the first stop.

    Thinking that as soon as you enter the gate, you will see a dense forest-like stele, and you are fully prepared to be shocked.

    Then I stepped in and saw the beautiful flowers and trees in the quiet courtyard in front of me. I couldn't help but turn around and check with the ticket checking staff. Did I go to the wrong place?

    On both sides of the bluestone corridor, the pavilions with vermilion walls, in the shadows of ginkgo and pitotonia trees, give birth to whirling light and shadow.

    Sitting under the red colonnade, waiting for the commentary staff.  The surroundings are so quiet that it doesn't really look like a scenic spot, as if I accidentally walked into someone's backyard and stole some leisure time.

    The narrator is a tall and big boy. He speaks very fast and has no superfluous expressions, but the witty remarks are quoted from many sources, and the jokes are hot and cold interspersed, which is a lot of joy.

    Only after going deeper did I realize that the stone steles were all stored indoors, separated into wing rooms with one entrance and one entrance, connected by a small courtyard and corridor in the middle.

    Liu Gongquan, the mysterious tower stele.

    ? Wang Xizhi, Preface to the Tripitaka.

    Yan Zhenqing, Duobao Pagoda Sensation Monument.

    ? Shi Huai Su, a cursive script of a thousand characters

    Excluding the external factors such as the serious smog in Xi'an these days and having to wear a mask, the words on these inscriptions are drawn one by one, and cranes dance in the sky between thick and light, dry and wet, making breathing very difficult.

    Among the spectators who lingered quietly, someone knelt down in front of a certain monument with a whoosh, and could not afford to kneel for a long time.

    The narrator copied his hands calmly: This kind of thing is actually quite common. There are also those who hold the stele for a long time and don¡¯t let go, who read it word by word, and tears in front of the stele

    What the heart loves, forget about it.  It's really normal.

    The rare sunlight penetrates the smog and the window edge, and casts on the stele, and there is temperature and deep and light colors between the transitions.

    Suddenly realized that the stele was pecked bit by bit with a knife.  The blade is sharp, but the force must be soft, otherwise how can it show the effect of soft brushwork?

    What does it mean to refine rigidity and turn it into softness around the fingers.

    When I left, I smelled the fragrance of wintersweet, which was a plant full of leaves outside the corridor.  The color of the flowers and leaves is the same, light yellow warbler, you can't really see the flower buds if you don't look carefully.

    Isn't wintersweet flowering first and then leaves?  The flowers and leaves are bright, very special and beautiful.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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