Please wait for 24 hours and wait patiently.

However, today, this kind of painting technique is needed. I found the wine pot and wine glass that my parents used to drink, and then found the big girl named Huahua to ask about the appearance of the window in her parents' room when she was in Suzhou. She then took up her pen and painted with confidence.

It is not entirely realistic. It only records the real molan, wine utensils and moon cave windows in a camera-like way. The others are mainly imagination, with the flowers and branches full of dreams. The embellishment of a few small butterflies is also to make the picture vivid.

Without painting characters, there is such a feeling, this thing and this scene, which is enough.

Often, when we miss someone many years ago, we rarely recall his face clearly. The most common ones are the fragmentary memories of being with him: the light and shadow of street lights in a certain night, the fine raindrops in a certain morning, the long shots in a certain movie, the trembling ending sounds in an old song, the friendly taste of a bowl of tomato and egg noodles, the sound of waves that are endless at night...

I just collected the early spring of those years and took a piece of it for my father to show it.

Just find the exact entry point, a piece of debris is enough to make people feel pain and awake.

The vernal equinox gathering in my mother's mouth is particularly like what is said in a poem:

In the spring banquet, a cup of green wine is singed. I will pay homage to Chen Sanyou: one wishes for your husband to be a thousand years old, two wishes for you to be healthy, three wishes are like a swallow on the beam, meeting you every year.

Because the Yuan Dynasty, which was the official history before the Yuan Long Dynasty, it was all official history. It is not difficult for my father to see that this is the "Spring Banquet of the Long Life Girl" by Feng Yansi, a poet of the Five Dynasties.

At the spring banquet, the couple gave their wishes and said it in the tone of their wife, which was indeed very appropriate.

But somehow, Tang Xiaoxiao didn't like this poem.

Perhaps it is because of modern women that I always feel that the woman in the poem is quite low. What if I look at it from the perspective of my father? I should think that I have married a good wife, acted with her and lived together until old age, so good that I can't be better.

But what was wrong with my mother before? Isn’t she always a good wife and a good mother? If the mistress has appeared now, how could she easily recover a few toasts of virtue? This poem seems to be constantly reminding my father: You have a wife and a family, don’t think about it.

The more this happens, the more painful it is. If you can't get what you want, you will toss and turn.

It was like a long-distance runner running along a long track. When he ran to a fork, he felt that birds and flowers were singing on the other road, which attracted him very much, so he wanted to change the route. However, he knew that he should go along the established track, so he was full of contradictions: either run down the track boringly, or run towards the other road like a wild horse, or stayed at this fork, and was stunned with longing and frustration.

At this time, if you set up a sign in the direction of the specified track and draw a correct arrow to guide him, it will often backfire. He may feel that this is a bondage to himself, and may also arouse a rebellious mentality.

Thinking of this, Xiaoxiao tore off the written "Spring Banquet".

Furthermore, the painting was drawn by oneself, and it is not appropriate to write a toast to couples in the tone of their daughter.

Xiaoxiao had no intention of plagiarizing the poems after the Ming Dynasty, but he was not willing to be talented. In order to increase his popularity in the last life, he participated in a poetry competition program. He spent more than half a year memorizing several poems. Many good poems and lyrics were imprinted in his mind, and when needed, they would whirl out. Xiaoxiao thought about it and would never sign other people's works as his own. If you don't ask, he said that it was written by a poet named China overseas. The country was full of talents, Nalan Rongruo, Wu Zao, Wang Guozhen, Xi Murong...

Just use it after thinking about it.

Mr. Nalan, I'm sorry.

Xiaoxiao picked up his pen and wrote a line of small calligraphy on the side of the painting with great seriousness: remembering the weeping willow branches, flower branches, and butterflies in the garden at that time.

The last sentence of Nalan Rongruo's "The Legend of the River" is a bright and bleak sentence, as if he had a dream in early spring in late autumn: Do you still remember that in the early spring season a few years ago, you and I wore flowers and drank, enjoyed peaches and willows, and the east wind blew on my face and butterflies swept my temples.

The painting was painted by my daughter and the characters were written by my daughter. Even if it was Xiaoxiao's memory of the vernal equinox in childhood, it was not an exaggeration.

It only depends on where your heart is.

Xiaoxiao opened an oval seal box with sky-glazed glaze at hand, took out one of the golden nanmu square seals, and printed it under the inscription - "Mo Moxuan Little Master" in the insult text.

Since the name of Mo Moxuan's study was given by him, Tang Haikuo, the signature would be as he wished.

As he was admiring, he heard Ji Jin say at the door of the study: "Mrs. said that when the girl wakes up from a nap, she doesn't have much lunch."

Xiaoxiao stretched out and walked out of the study door. He saw Jijin put the candied snacks on the tray on the Huanghuali square table in the middle. Xiaoxiao looked at it and saw that it was the same as the horse's hoof roll, the rock candied amber cake, the candied kumquat, the same as the wind and rain plum, and the tea was still Sanyou Tea.

Zhijin said: "Mrs. Although the new Longjing has come down, the girl is weak at this time and should not drink green tea. After receiving the good almonds, the wife will make iced apricot tea for the girl to drink."

One of the Sanyou Tea is powdered with walnut kernels. Xiaoxiao feels like drinking six walnuts every time. After listening to Jijin’s introduction to ice apricot tea, it feels basically Lulu. Xiaoxiao took a sip of tea, leaned on the chair a little tired, and picked up a plum to eat.

Zhijin put a snack plate in front of Xiaoxiao: "This rock sugar amber cake is the most rare. The fresh persimmon cake has only been available in the past few months, and I am afraid that I will not be able to eat it next month."

This rock sugar amber cake is a dessert made of mashed persimmon cakes and kneaded glutinous rice rock sugar.

Ding Jin disagreed: "If you can taste such a fairy taste in the world, what if you are heartbroken?"

Seeing his smiling face, he was quite unrestrained and unruly.

Xiaoxiao scooped the begonia sugar into a glass cup, then mixed it with the flower dew of the begonia, and then rinsed it with warm spring water: "This is a cup of begonia drink."

I asked you about your tastes, and I served the fragrant fruit drinks in a transparent glass cup one by one - Ding Lu's rose drink, Cao Caiwei's white plum drink, Mrs. Fang's chamomile drink, mother's magnolia drink, and her own wild rose drink.

In the transparent cup, flowers bloom slowly in the water, and the dew spreads, dyeing the spring water into a faint color, as if slowly concentrating the apricot blossoms in February in this small cup.

After drinking the flower drink, Mrs. Fang smiled and said, "I got off the carriage today and went to this tea banquet. I haven't had to go out yet. Shan Niang, let's go with me, exercise my muscles and enjoy the flowers."

Gu Shanniang said, "I have the intention too." Then she ordered the hairpin to collect their tea sets, and then asked Ranbi to put a few small bottles of sugar-carved dew on it for Mrs. Fang to bring it with her.

Mrs. Fang smiled and said, "This trip is worth it, it's both eaten and taken."

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

After the elders left, this place became a veritable gathering for young people.

The four of them were eating tea and talking about the scenery of spring, and gradually speaking about painting.

Cao Caiwei said: "Miss Tang just talked about sketching when she was young, but Mr. Yuan taught me that meaning is the foundation of painting. Wang Wei, a master of poetry and painting, once mentioned: Whenever painting landscapes are painted, the meaning is based on the pen. "Linquan Gaozhi" written by Guo Si of the Song Dynasty also repeatedly mentioned the meaning of painting, saying: The ancients' beautiful poems have good thoughts and can be painted...Miss Tang mentioned that flowers, trees, birds, landscapes, animals, and walkers can all be painted by paintings with reality. I think it is not appropriate, but according to my opinion, only by establishing the idea first can you have a good work."

This is probably the difference between Chinese and Western art. The West attaches more importance to light and shadow, while the East pays more attention to form and meaning.

Xiaoxiao drank the sweet rose drink, clearing his throat and said, "What Miss Cao said is all the sayings of everyone. My 'seeing the reality from reality' means that children should learn to paint based on shape. In "Er Ya", "painting, shape" is said. If you can't even look like a shape, how can you call it a painting? Beginners who have not seen the shape and find it difficult to establish ideas. When we learn to paint, we also start from a line and an egg. At first, we only want to draw straight and round paintings, but we can't understand what artistic conception is. Even the great painter Wang Mian also gradually improved his painting skills from sketching lotus. Miss Cao just mentioned Wang Wei's "Theory of Landscape". Mr. Wang Wei also mentioned that "Stone looks at three sides, road looks at two ends, tree looks at the top, and water looks at the wind feet". This is also a painting method obtained by observing nature. In addition, "Lin Quangao"

As we all know, the book mainly talks about the paintings of the great painter Guo Xi. His landscape world is more poetic than the real mountains and rivers. However, the long pine and giant trees in the paintings are all derived from the real mountains and rivers. Mr. Guo Xi can recognize all the famous mountains and rivers of the Northern Song Dynasty. This is obtained from the basis of reality. Mr. Guo Xi has to paint tens of thousands of trees to become the "crab claw tree" praised by later generations. He has to paint tens of thousands of stones to achieve the "croll cloud texture" that everyone enjoys to talk about. He has to paint tens of thousands of clouds to paint the seemingly existence and nonsense in his paintings! Behind this, there are many ginseng trees, the days of watching the stones, watching the clouds, and the many sleepless practices of painting day and night to achieve a touch of painting!”

Ding Lu was a little stunned when Ding Jin looked at him with interest and smiled deeply. Cao Caiwei opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she didn't say it.

Xiaoxiao put on a flower drink for several people and continued: "Calligrapher Huang Tingjian once wrote "Postscript to Guo Xi's Landscape Paintings", which once reposted Su Che's words, 'Guo Xi's brushwork and ink have improved since then because Su Caiweng's six paintings of Li Cheng's "Sudden Rain Pictures" were copied by Su Cai's Weng family. Master Guo Xi also did the work of copying other people's paintings. How did Miss Cao view the copying of these famous masters? Where was their intention at that time?"

Cao Caiwei's face was a little red and said slightly: "Mr. Yuan, the most famous painter in the Yuanlong Dynasty, was taught by Bantu Shanren. The paintings of Bantu Shanren are all meaningful. Sometimes they are just a few pieces of ink, but they are infinitely enlightened."

I have never seen the paintings of the Shanren of the Half Pass, so I can't comment: "This Shanren of the Half Pass cannot only draw a few balls of ink. Only by painting thousands of mountains and rivers can we achieve the ravines in our hearts."

Cao Caiwei seemed to be unable to hear what others said, and she still said: "The Mi Yunshan created by Mi Fu is all picked up by you, and the smoke and clouds are hidden, making the world its own!"

Is there any original painting of Mi Fu in the Yuanlong Dynasty? I am so lucky that I only saw a fruitful "Coral Pen Holder Picture" in my previous life. Mi Shi Yunshan looked at Cao Caiwei with clear eyes: "Mi Fu's "History of Painting" says: 'If people today do not draw stories, they do not draw archaeological clothes and clothes, which makes people laugh'. What is ironic here is that the figure paintings at that time are not realistic. The Tang people wear Song clothes, which makes people laugh. If they don't seek truth, they might even make a joke of "Guan Gong Fighting Qin Qiong"!"
Chapter completed!