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南通崇川秦灶街道：活字印刷添魅力 非遗传承墨飘香
2022-12-16 13:09:41.0 来源：扬子晚报 责编：覃子喻
- 摘要：
- 文字，是人类用表义符号记录表达信息，以传之久远的方式和工具，延续着华夏文明的血脉，而被人们称为“文明之母”的印刷术，对文字生生不息的传承起到了巨大的促进作用。为了让社区青少年领略活字印刷术的魅力，近日，南通市崇川区秦灶街道秦北村新时代文明实践站开展“活字印刷添魅力 非遗传承墨飘香”活動。
【CPP114】訊：文字，是人类用表义符号记录表达信息，以传之久远的方式和工具，延续着华夏文明的血脉，而被人们称为“文明之母”的印刷术，对文字生生不息的传承起到了巨大的促进作用。为了让社区青少年领略活字印刷术的魅力，近日，南通市崇川区秦灶街道秦北村新时代文明实践站开展“活字印刷添魅力 非遗传承墨飘香”活動。
走进“绘本小课堂”，感受文字鲜活灵性
“日出东方正当空，照得山水热烘烘，一位农夫骑着马越过田野，穿过竹林，来到小河边，用刀砍了树造了船，捕鱼，落水......”绘本以字代画，又以图叙事，三十六个象形字讲述了一个生动而有趣的故事，每个字鲜活又有灵性。文明实践志愿者一边推进故事情节，一边展示象形字，孩子们自始自终保持着高度的探索力和强烈的好奇心，迫不及待地预测故事情节以及将要出现地象形字，认真地记录着每一个象形字以及相对应地现代汉字，真正地体会到中国汉字的魅力和“我们的祖先”的智慧。
體驗活字印刷術，體悟古人文明智慧
活字印刷术作为中国古代“四大发明”之一，是中国古代人民智慧的象征。志愿者向孩子们展示了如何使用字盘、字模、宣纸、墨刷等工具印刷处方方正正的汉字。认真学习后，孩子们也纷纷大显身手，开启了活字印刷的体验之旅。先用刷子蘸取墨水，在字模上涂刷，将文字、线条都刷均匀，然后将宣纸小心翼翼地覆盖住整个字模，一手按住宣纸，一手用压印海绵由轻到重按压，就刷制出一幅幅属于自己的作品。凹凸的压痕、润泽的墨迹，为作品增添了一份古韵。
品味书香非遗，传承千年文化印记
薄薄的纸张，承载着中华传统文化的点点滴滴。“我今天学会了活字印刷，还印刷了我最喜欢的古诗《江雪》，这次体验太神奇了！”丁思钰举着自己的作品，开心地说道。此次活動带动了青少年了解中华古老地历史和文化，让青少年体验传统技艺地同时，学习知识，发现美，牢记中华文化的根脉，明白“我”何以为“我”。
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