"Persistence and rebirth - Li Dehai's 40 years of art calligraphy and painting exhibition, held this Sunday in the high-tech zone of the Pioneer Park Art Zone, I hope you will come to visit, do not hesitate to teach, Li Dehai respectfully!"

As soon as "Brother Xian" finished answering Zhao Lina's call, he received such a text message, and wondered that Li Dehai, who had never held an exhibition, had held many art exhibitions and calligraphy exhibitions for others, and this was the first time he held an exhibition for himself.

The habit of waking up early since childhood, as Hal Elrod mentioned in "The Miracle of Getting Early": "Develop the habit of getting up early, you are the miracle itself". Every day, the body is like a good clockwork, and it naturally opens at the point. "Brother Xian" got up early, made breakfast, stood in front of Zhao Lina's dressing mirror, and admired the 18-year-old figure again. Zhao Lina and her two children are still asleep, and lazy sleep on weekends is the common expectation of adults and children. Bring the door, and "Brother Xian" will quietly go out.

After the frost falls, before the beginning of winter, the heaven and the earth are like two palms, in the morning when the two palms are closed, the slightest chill pours in from between the fingers, making people shrunk and unable to stretch out, all of them are people who shrink their heads and bow their waists;

On Sunday morning, there were relatively few motor vehicles for passers-by, but pedestrians, non-motorized vehicles, were still rushing on the streets. Arrived at the destination, parked the car, "Brother Xian" found the exhibition hall smoothly along the guide board, the red carpet was laid from the door to the background board, the road was densely packed with flower baskets, he did not forget to quickly look for his name in the many flower baskets, although it is a cliché, but etiquette can not be without. But I couldn't find a flower basket with my name written on it, so I touched my mobile phone in my pocket and wanted to find a secluded place to ask the flower shop.

At the door of the exhibition hall, Xiao Yang, Li Dehai's closed disciple, walked out, and just happened to see him, so he greeted him, and after greeting him, he led "Brother Xian" into the exhibition hall. This exhibition hall is familiar to "Brother Xian", how many four-foot and six-foot sheets can be hung on each section of the wall, and how many people can be accommodated at most, he is more familiar with this place than he is familiar with his own fingers. On the background board of the rostrum, the printed inkjet cloth is flat and smooth, with a Chinese-style border design, and the middle part is Li Dehai's handwriting, which is divided into three lines: the first line is a large block character with flowing water: persistence and rebirth; the second line is a broad and heavy Han Li, and the glyph is slightly smaller than the first line: Li Dehai's 40 years of calligraphy and painting; there is also a third line of font with the same paragraph as the second line, the glyph is smaller, and it is written carefully: dedicated to the young entrepreneur Liu Guixian; there is obviously a patch under the word "Gui", and the "expensive" below is faintly visible Below is the exhibition time, the organizer and so on.

Finally, I found a flower basket with my name on both sides of the rostrum, one on each side, which was given by him. I wanted to come early, I could do some work like setting up an exhibition, but I came in and took a look, and I was basically ready. The exhibition hall temporarily removed the exhibition hall staff and a few students of Li Dehai, and adjusted the position in front of the painting. Xiao Yang also went over to help, and he was left alone, feeling a little embarrassed. Then go along the aisle and go in, alone and quietly appreciate Li Dehai's paintings, the first part is mostly calligraphy works, full of atmosphere, vigorous and powerful; in the middle is a freehand landscape painting, quiet and beautiful, indifferent; the last is a sketch, or calligraphy fan, or doufang, or figures, delicate and smart, the artistic conception is ethereal; the end is a cursive calligraphy, sprinkled with joy, hearty - "Brother Xian" I feel that this arrangement seems to be very similar to Li Dehai's artistic experience and mental journey, from following the rules and following the rules to having everything in mind and Zen life, which makes him feel admiration.

Back at the entrance of the exhibition hall, Xiao Yang and several other students were already standing at the sign-in desk, guiding the guests to sign in and bringing corsages for the guests. There were suddenly more people in the exhibition hall, and "Brother Xian" wanted to retreat to the corner, unwilling to deliberately greet him, but there were still a few acquaintances of calligraphers and painters, and he called him out from the corner, so he embarrassedly walked to the crowd in front of the rostrum, shook hands with several teachers one by one, and humbly stood in front of everyone with silver hair or gray beards, chattering and chattering. Xiao Yang suddenly ran over and said, "Brother Xian, I've been looking for you for a while, this is what Teacher Li asked me to leave for you!" As he spoke, he handed him a red corsage printed with the word "guest" on it, and saw that he was twisting it and hesitating in his hand. Several teachers smiled and said: Guixian, wear it, you are the protagonist today, and Teacher Li is a drunkard who does not mean to drink! After listening to this, "Brother Xian" folded his hands and saluted the teachers one by one.

Li Dehai appeared, he came out of the lounge on the second floor, and walked down the stairs with Zhang Xuemei. I haven't seen him for more than a year, and his half-length hair has been completely white, and his forehead is deliberately combed back to reveal a broad forehead; his body is hard, his spirit is strong, and his gait is vigorous; he is wearing a monk's robe, and he is playing with a string of dark and shiny Buddha beads in his hand, which is even more immortal. When Li Dehai saw "Brother Xian," he walked towards him with tears in his eyes, grabbed his hand with both hands, looked at him from top to bottom, and said excitedly: The phoenix has been reborn from the ashes! After speaking, he slapped him twice on the shoulder. Zhang Xuemei stood behind her and smiled at him all the time, still charming.

Li Dehai pulled the "virtuous brother" to the rostrum, and the host began to speak, and after some thanks, invited Mr. Li Dehai to take the stage, he let go of the "virtuous brother", patted him on the shoulder, and walked on the stage. Zhang Xuemei quietly stood next to "Brother Xian", leaned close to her ear and whispered: It looks good, it's 18 years old again! "Brother Xian" smiled at her fakely-Li Dehai picked up the microphone and politely thanked the guests, and his voice was like a bell, sonorous and powerful. As he spoke, "Brother Xian" could tell that this exhibition was indeed as he expected, his 40 years of artistic journey, and he handed in a satisfactory answer.

In the end, he said: This exhibition is more important to dedicate to my year-old friends - Liu Guixian, the theme of this exhibition "persistence and rebirth" is also my life message to him, do not forget the original intention, you have to always, in the persistence and rebirth of the continuous rebirth, and in the process learn to enjoy the inner peace, learn to stimulate the height of thought; Because of the words of the monks in the bamboo courtyard, he stole half a day of leisure. "Follow the example of the ancients, temporarily abandon the ambition of having the universe in mind, crossing the north and south, conquering the four seas, and overlooking life with the benevolence of the mountain......

Everyone's eyes were on "Brother Xian", some applauded him and Li Dehai, some gave him a thumbs up, so that he couldn't help but burst into tears, Zhang Xuemei hid behind him and gently patted him on the back; the warm afternoon sun, through the gaps in the leaves, through the window, memory jumped in the spots.