🌊🏯Yan Da Xian Ting Si Yi Hotel｜Using poetry as paper, engraving a cultural residence📜🍵 ——The rhyme of Song Dynasty penetrates deeply, and the ingenuity turns into poetry. In the floating world, I pick up a volume of old poems that have not faded for half a lifetime. 🏡First arrival: poems hanging on the eaves, ink on the blue bricks📖 "The tiles are covered with moss and dew, and a volume of Chu Ci is ground into a lamp." Stepping into the courtyard of Yanda University, the gray bricks and black tiles are like an unsent letter from a Song Dynasty poet, and the painted brackets on the porch are intertwined with contemporary minimalist lines. It seems as if the girl described by Li Qingzhao, who "walks away shyly, leaning against the door and looking back", and the hermit described by Zhang Dai, "The moonlight leaks under the trees, sparse as residual snow", are living under the same roof. 🖌️Intangible cultural heritage handmade: Lead type is a boat, which cannot carry so much sorrow🧵 Movable type printing, where the ink is blurred, is all about human affairs📜 "The cold and hard lead type carries the ancient spirit, while the misty ink marks describe the present feelings." • In the typeface library, “lie flat” and “KPI” confront the ancient characters from “Thousand Character Classic”, and one can see the overlapping shadows of Jiang Jie’s “Young man listening to the rain on the singing stage” and “Now listening to the rain under the monk’s hut”. When the ink was rubbed, it turned into water-based ink. The teacher said with a smile: "This is not a bad stroke, just like the balance of light and dark in life." Stone rubbing of the Great Wall brick pattern: the rough marks contain half of the history of rise and fall🧱 "The brick lines are like the lines on your palm, showing the traces of frost over thousands of years." • The brick with the inscription “Zhendong” from the Ming Dynasty hurts my palms, and among the gravel there seems to be the echo of Qi Jiguang’s words “I have no wish to be granted a title of nobility, I only wish the seas to be peaceful”. When the rubbing was completed, a line from Lu You's "Book of Anger" was inscribed on it: "A tower ship in the night snow at Guazhou Ferry, iron horses cavalry in the autumn wind at Dasan Pass" - history is never a specimen, but the blood and salt in the palm lines. Elegant things in the Song Dynasty: When the tea smoke rises, everything can be Zen🌸 Tea-making in the Song Dynasty: The floating and sinking of tea foam reflects the appearance of all living beings🍵 "Seven soups beat thousands of piles of snow, and a cup of pure joy is worth ten thousand gold." • My wrists feel sore and swollen from whisking the tea whisk as if I had been sitting at a desk for a long time. The tea foam finally turns into “snow foam and milk flowers”. I suddenly understand the true meaning of Su Shi’s “The best thing in the world is pure joy”. The teacher sighed, "There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten the words to explain it." Flower arrangement + incense seal·Sitting and watching the clouds rise among the withering and flourishing plants🕯️ "Withered branches and new lotus in one bowl, half of it is Zen and half of it is stupidity." • The flower arrangement deliberately juxtaposes the withered chrysanthemums with the new lotus, taking the scenes of Li Qingzhao's "yellow flowers piled all over the ground" and Yang Wanli's "young lotus just showing its pointed tip", with the inscription: "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves - if Tagore saw this scene, he would add half a Song Dynasty poem." • The incense seal is engraved with the word "cloud", and the depth of the marks made by the incense ash is like the ups and downs of life. Suddenly I thought of Wang Wei's "Walk to the end of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise" 🛏️Real life record: A lamp and a couch are all poetic🌙 "The shadows of bamboos sweep across the steps, leaving no dust behind; the moon shines through the bottom of the pond, leaving no trace." • Service poem: The breakfast set is served with books on the bookshelf at the door. "When you close the door, you are in the mountains. When you read, you feel like you are in a pure land." It seems like the lonely boat in Zhang Dai's "Watching the Snow at the Pavilion on the Lake". 🌊Wandering around: Mountains and seas are the scrolls, writing about half a lifetime of idle sorrow • Shanhaiguan-Fragments of the Ancient City Lao Longtou "touches the temperature of history": shells in the brick seams are interwoven with modern engravings, like Li Qingzhao's sigh of "things are different, people have changed, everything is over." Touching the bricks and reciting: "A solitary city among the ten thousand feet high mountains" - the bricks are the solidified frontier poem. •The first level in the world, "General Patrolling the City", scenario game: Wearing a flying fish costume and holding a sword, I suddenly felt that I was also a red stamp between the pages of history, with the title: "The green mountains remain, and the sunset is red several times." Traveling with my mother, everything should be done early, and love should be timely to be meaningful    Song-style aesthetics of cultural travel