Tao Bowu
Tao Bowu
Tao Bowu (1900-1996), formerly known as Wen, is also known as Baihu Sanren, Guoshun, jianpuzhai and Baihu Sanren. Born in Pengze County, Jiujiang City, Jiangxi Province, he is a master of Chinese poetry, calligraphy and painting. Especially other calligraphers are listed as one of the 20 most outstanding Chinese calligraphers in the 100 years of the 20th century.
He was admitted to Nanjing Academy of Fine Arts in 1926 and studied painting and calligraphy from Mr. Shen Xiqiao, Mr. Liang Shuo and Mr. Xie gongzhan. He was admitted to Shanghai Changming Academy of Fine Arts in 1929. He studied painting and calligraphy from Mr. Huang Binhong, Wang Yiting, Pan Tianshou, Zhu Wenyun, he Tianjian, and poetry from Mr. Cao Zhuozhao. It is natural to talk about fame and wealth, but not fame and wealth. Wu Changshuo was highly praised in art and was deeply influenced by him all his life.
Life of the characters
Tao Bowu (1900-1996), a famous writer and painter, was born in Pengze, Jiangxi Province.
At the age of 7, he entered a private school, studied poetry at the age of 9, and became famous for his ability to write poetry. At the age of 15, he joined liuyatang poetry club, singing with the elders of Lizhong.
At the age of 26, he entered Nanjing Art College and made great progress in calligraphy and painting. At the age of 30, he joined Shanghai Changming Art College and studied under Huang Binhong, Pan Tianshou, Wang Yiting, he Tianjian, Cao Zhuo Chao, etc.
During the Anti Japanese War, he fled to Jiangxi and later taught in Zhangshu middle school, Yichun City, Jiangxi Province.
After liberation, he lived in Nanchang, Jiangxi Province, and was once a middle school teacher (Baoling women's middle school, now Nanchang No.10 middle school).
The Cultural Revolution was plagued and rehabilitated in 1980. In his later years, he created a good harvest.
His works include Shi Gu Wen Ji Lian, Xi Zhuan Yi Jing, Tao Bo Wu Shu Hua Ji, etc. Some of them have not been published.
style of art
He has deep attainments in poetry, calligraphy and painting. Calligraphy and painting are deep and heavy, ancient and proud, simple, strange and vivid. His poems are sincere and far-reaching
His works are abundant, mainly including xizhuan Yijing, shigu wenjilian, Sanshi panjilian, Bowu Shicun, Bowu cicun, Bowu Liancun, inscribed poetry copy, Bowu essays, etc.
Zhen, Cao, Li and Zhuan are all excellent, but da Zhuan and Xing Shu are the most outstanding.
His running script, regardless of skill and composition, is written at will with his feeling. Especially in his later years, it is pure, natural and unrestrained, which makes his works have a kind of classical and primitive flavor of genuine carving, childish and naive. After reading it, people feel strange and fresh.
Seal script, mainly concentrated in Sanshi pan and Shiguwen, was deeply influenced by Wu Changshuo at first, but due to his personality, with his own skills and courage, he finally became his own face.
Achievements and honors
Tao Bowu is not only a calligrapher, but also an outstanding poet.
In 1995, Mr. Tao Bowu held a solo exhibition in Shanghai, which caused great shock in Shanghai's academic, literary and art circles. Famous critics Jiang Kongyang, writers Bai Hua and Dai Houying have written articles to introduce Mr. Tao Bowu, calling him a great critical realist poet in China in the 20th century.
No matter in books, paintings or poems, he has made considerable achievements. From the calligraphy room, we can see an old man who has been suffering through the vicissitudes of nearly a century, and his persistent and deep soul. As a kind of cloth clothes, he is suffering from the hardship of history silently. He only uses a pen to write the noble spirit in his heart. This is really a traditional literati's way of expression - forbearance, feeling, and venting in the pen and ink.
One of Zheng Banqiao's "Qinyuanchun" wrote: "is it the Lord of heaven, who still hates his mouth? No one is allowed to make a long cry or two!" There is no doubt that Tao's experience and emotional world are extremely rich, which can be seen from his poetry couplets. If we try to understand Tao Bowu's painting and calligraphy better, we must talk about his poems.
Writing characteristics
Tao Bowu never wrote the old sentences of his predecessors when he wrote his paintings. He must have his own mind. Although his poems are simple, they are neither vulgar nor greasy. There is no careful refinement, but it is full of simple impact. This is not only because he has been able to sing in harmony with the old gentleman of liuyatang poetry club since he was a primary school poet, and he is familiar with the old style poetry, but also because he has turned poetry into his own life form, and his words flow out of his life, so it makes people read more cordially. For example, he wrote a poem in the picture of mandarin fish: "don't read poetry, don't farm, go to and fro by the river. There are two or three mandarin fish, and there is money for wine in canchun. " Simple as words, but full of poetic flavor.
personal works
On the scenery
Picture of bell tower
one thousand nine hundred and seventy-one
In front of the temple, the trees are green and gloomy.
I wish I could live here forever and never see anyone.
On Songyin couplet
one thousand nine hundred and eighty-three
Yesterday, I made an appointment with my friend and came to the deep place together.
Love the pines, and never go back.
Old picture of Water Pavilion
1983 (Guiyin) late spring
There is no one on the bridge. There is water under the bridge.
I haven't seen each other for ten years.
There are ancient pines on the mountain
one thousand nine hundred and ninety-one
There are ancient pines on the mountain and cypresses and bamboos at the foot of the mountain.
If there are no chariots and horses all day long, where can the customs come from.
The picture of the empty mountain and the green pine
one thousand nine hundred and ninety-two
The mountains are empty and dust-free, and the pines are ancient.
Don't talk about what happened in the previous dynasty. It's like dust in the twinkling of an eye.
A picture of plum and bamboo
one thousand nine hundred and forty-three
Yu Bo plum thin, sparse bamboo shadow horizontal.
Who is not old? Through the ages, there are only two Qing Dynasties.
Picture of autumn rain thinning forest
one thousand nine hundred and ninety-three
Autumn rain murmurs at dusk, and sparse forest leaves remain.
Innovation is not available. It's still mijiashan.
Picture of stepping on the moon in Songyin
one thousand nine hundred and eighty
In late autumn, the mountain is quiet and the forest is sparse.
There is no place to find new poetry, but the moon shines on the pine.
I can't wait to wake up
The moon is high, the lone duck is flapping.
Waiting for you for a long time, frost dew wet clothes.
Picture of autumn rain
one thousand nine hundred and ninety-two
The mountains are empty and rainy at night.
Where there is a family, the house is in the clouds.
Postscript: the mountains are empty and rainy. This kind of spectacle is often intoxicated. However, society must be clear and bright. Is it not the great misfortune of the country to do so? Three days before Xin Liqiu.
History
Missing topic
In the Han Dynasty, Emperor Xiandi was in the position of Emperor Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty.
But I have no control. I read books in a safe way.
In memory of the 360 anniversary of the birth of Badashanren
Crying is not a time to laugh, but also a time to wander for monks and Taoists.
Let him ink a thousand lines of tears, hard to wash home and country broken sorrow.
Changing pictures of smoke and clouds
one thousand nine hundred and ninety-one
It's not necessary to draw a picture. There are clouds and mists in the sky.
It's rare for me to sit under the pavilion and look at the world with a cold smile.
Picture of drunk man enjoying himself
one thousand nine hundred and ninety-three
Autumn is boundless and leaves are sparse. Polygonum hydropiper, red reed and white geese are rare.
It was when my husband was drunk that the boat turned with the wind.
The independent picture of hero
one thousand nine hundred and forty-seven
He borrowed two bottles from his neighbor on New Year's Eve.
Take plum blossoms with emerald cypresses, and teach spring to fill the cold court.
Narratives
Ink bamboo picture
one thousand nine hundred and forty-nine
Mr. Xiaoxiao likes to draw bamboo, and bamboo is also a breeze.
Splash ink dripping, no place to sell, a relative moon.
Double chrysanthemum picture
Two cold sweet lonely, a frost leaf is also quiet.
The lonely plateau is my family's property, which is written to the East fence full of autumn.
Title Chrysanthemum
It's too late to return from the moon, and the garden is full of chrysanthemums.
Cold fragrance cold, no confidant, empty memory of Mr. wine.
Book rage
In the past, we sought to die quickly every year, but today we hope to live forever.
Wipe your eyes high and look at the cruel and vicious people.
Picture of Eagle stone
one thousand nine hundred and forty-six
At the end of his life, he had to rely on the strange stones and felt sorry for himself.
In the past few years, it's hard to know yourself again.
Note: (1) in the 35th year of the Republic of China, it was made in addition to the sun. The inscription of Bo Wu.
Chrysanthemum and Narcissus
He painted in his early years and wrote poems in 1997
Daffodils are pure and yellow, and thin. They are as cold as ever.
But I blame my old friend for so many things. Why should I send them to me?
Note: 2. The old friend sent daffodils and chrysanthemums in reply with poems.
Photo of sunset at bridgehead
one thousand nine hundred and forty-six
It's not too late for a boat to be released, when the old geese come in autumn.
At the end of the bridge, I don't go back. I have a good poem for aiqingjiang.
Picture of my garden
one thousand nine hundred and forty-six
There is a deep shade in the garden.
Let him in the world full of smoke and dust, do day Dumen for bitter.
Picture of lazy monk leaning on stone
one thousand nine hundred and forty-seven
A few craggy rocks are exposed precipitously, and a few bamboo poles are covered with wind and smoke.
The lazy monk had nothing else to do for the rest of the day. When he got to the wooden fish, he fell asleep.
Bingxu was so hot that he could not return to his hometown
The house has been destroyed, and my garden is no garden.
It's hard to look back on my life experience. It's 50 years of vicissitudes in a flash.
A picture of strange and dangerous gully
Picture in 1968, supplement poem in 1981
There is no hiding place in the world. I can only forget the opportunity here.
It's hard to get to the ape standing on the wall of Shangfeng, but the cold monk has not returned.
A picture of Liu Yin's return to Taiwan
(1971, 1981)
On the top of kuanglu, the pines grow green, and on the top of Pengchu lake, there is an emergency liquid pile,
The mountains and rivers of the motherland are really beautiful, and the flowers of the motherland come back early.
A picture of cockroaches
(picture in 1972, poem in 1981)
Forget yourself when you splash ink, and sing madly when you are drunk.
You don't have to spend more money to buy a picture.
Picture of Gaoshan building
one thousand nine hundred and eighty-two
The snow capped Emei is not available, and the sound of the palace valve in the cloud is hard to be heard.
Half life dream like water, thousands of miles with people, only chaos mountain.
Search for plum blossom with children
one thousand nine hundred and eighty-two
The cypress leaves are green, the vegetation is yellow, and the mountain peaks rise into the sky.
Hu'er walks slowly to the village to enjoy the fragrance of plum blossom.
Reminiscence of Chibi
Three days before the Dragon Boat Festival in 1983
When Su Zi traveled in Chibi at night, he would always pay homage to the hero Xu.
Now Mr. Tong goes, sighing the endless period.
A picture of fishing flute on the Qiujiang River
one thousand nine hundred and eighty-three
The dream trace of Fu people's remote deer is gone, and the trace of northern Lu is gone.
Mr. xiansha has no worries, a fishing flute and an old beach.
Fisherman's picture
one thousand nine hundred and eighty-three
The broken net and the broken hook are collected at the end, and the road is forgotten when they return.
Occasionally drunk off the canopy, Lu Xiaoyue full stream.
Lyric works
Flowers and trees in my hometown
The flowers and trees in the hometown are gorgeous and elegant, with ancient and delicate fragrance
Chinese PinYin : Tao Bo Wu
Tao Bowu
