青花瓷,是青底白花的一阕词。望着案前的青花瓷瓶,像是在望着一个前尘的旧梦。青花绽放在瓷瓶上,像书页深处暗香浮动的宋词,古色古香。如蓝印花布,素朴绵密,不动声色,却寸寸花开,有一种境致与情怀。曾在一陈列馆内,见到一只细腰的青花瓷瓶,天青色的瓷胚上,勾勒着几笔素雅的青花,那么静,那么凉。静,如入了禅;凉,如暗夜里一缕白月光。有着一种来自岁月深处的苍茫的远意。我想 Blue and white porcelain, is a blunt end of the word. Looking at the case before the blue and white porcelain, like looking forward to a dusty old dream. Blue and white blooms in the porcelain bottle, like the subtle fragrance floating in the pages of the Song, antique. Such as blue printed cloth, simple and dense, quiet, but inch inch, there is a kind of context and feelings. Once in a display hall to see a thin waist blue and white porcelain, azure porcelain embryo, outlines a few elegant blue and white, so calm, so cool. Static, such as into the Zen; cool, such as dark night ray of white moonlight. Has a vast depth of life from the distant end. I think