Qiaolan smiled, one stroke by stroke on the paper to outline a fence farmhouse courtyard, surrounded by bamboo forests, the mountains in the distance undulating, the simple scene for no reason to make people feel a kind of tranquil and leisurely taste, the more Lingyu looked at this painting, the more I liked it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Miss, you are so beautiful, why am I not as good as you...... What does it smell? "Lingyu is actually very talented, and the flowers and plants she draws are very realistic, but for some reason she is rigid, and she can't find such a smart and vivid feeling.

Although she has been learning to paint for a short time, and she can't say anything, but she can understand the simplest and bad, her paintings have no soul, they are dead things, just like her purse, she didn't find that aura, and it was useless to paint like it.

"Hello, you have to practice more, observe more, I don't have a very good way, my grandmother told me back then, don't be afraid of hardship when you practice more, you can find the feeling if you practice more, and the opening is just a thin line. My calligraphy and painting are all years of practice, never stopped, so many years to have a little achievement, more I don't know how to tell you, everyone's approach is different. "Qiaolan doesn't have a very good knack.

This thing is also what the master said back then, the quantity becomes a qualitative change, first of all, the skills to learn practice makes perfect, in the slow attempt to walk the feeling together, this also has a process, just like practicing words, is to study hard, keep practicing, practice too much, see too familiar and slowly master its charm, maybe one day you suddenly open up, find the feeling, all the way.

Lingyu sighed, "I know, that means I haven't started yet." ”

"That's probably what it means, you can go and see the paintings and words I used to draw, and it's a different feeling from now, which means that I've improved, but it's not a poke, it's also exchanged for hard work, when you accumulate enough, you can get through it one day when you reach that point." Qiao Lan told the truth.

"I'll go find out." Lingyu heard it in a fog, and was unwilling to rush into the house to find Qiaolan's old work to see.

Qiaolan's things have been picked up since she came, and Qiaolan has marked the date when she practices calligraphy and painting every day, in order to observe whether her practice progress has improved in the future, etc., Lingyu will put it all away according to the date, and it is very convenient to find it.

Lingyu took out a large basket made by herself, took a futon and sat on the ground, and began to look for it slowly, putting it on the ground to compare and observe.

After looking at it for a while, he said, "Miss, really, when I first came, there was really a clear difference between your paintings and those now, and I hadn't noticed them before." "The time gap is a bit big, but it's obvious in comparison.

The charm has increased, and it seems that Qiaolan is more freewheeling, freer, and more aware of it. The artistic conception of the painting is even more outstanding, to the point that it can't be ignored, it wasn't so good before, at most it has a hint of taste, if you don't look closely, you may not be able to see it, but it's also top among girls, but now it's even better.

Even the word has made great progress, and there is more atmosphere and mellow feeling, although it can still be seen that it is a girl's word, but it is also worthy of praise, and the artistic conception is very sufficient.

"You still need to learn more and practice more, anyone's success is through hard work, no one can succeed in a day." Qiao Lan smiled as she painted.

"I understand, I'll try." Lingyu clenched her fists, her eyes resolute and persistent.

After drawing two pictures, Qiao Lan wrote a few more big characters, this is a daily routine, or early in the morning or afternoon, she must practice for a while, no less than one hour a day, this is the rule she set for herself.

"Miss, if you're tired, I'll bring you a cup of tea." Lingyu was also practicing calligraphy next to her, and her shoulder was a little sore after copying a calligraphy, so she moved her body and asked.

"Okay, I'm a little thirsty." Qiao Lan put down the pen and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss, what you wrote today is a plum blossom compilation." Lingyu couldn't understand but knew that Qiao Lan had introduced basic font knowledge to her.

"Well, I'm a little weaker in this area, I want to strengthen it, write a chapter every day, and count it as a normal practice." Qiao Lan looked at it and nodded slightly, and marked the date to keep it for observation.

"Miss, do you think I wrote well?" Lingyu showed her the handwriting she had copied.

Lingyu is still copying italics, this is Lingyu's own choice, I think the hairpin flower is very good-looking, so I chose this.

"Well, I'm writing seriously today, and this word is well written." Qiao Lan circled one of the words that was not badly written as a sign of encouragement.

"Really, I got a lap today. I'm here to stay. Lingyu also marked the date with Qiao Lanxue and stayed for observation.

"Well, stay and wait until you can take it out and observe it in the future, and see if you have improved or regressed." Qiao Lan smiled and nodded, sipping the tea gently.

"Let's make some fragrant tea in two days, this spring flowers are blooming, many flowers are also blooming one after another, we can make some fragrant tea to drink, get up early in the morning, collect some dew to make tea is also an elegant thing." The king of Qiaolan, this bamboo forest, thought that he should also get up early to pick some dew from the bamboo leaves to make tea, which is also good.

"Okay, I'll help Miss pick it." Lingyu jumped up happily, and every time she got to learn a lot of different things, she was delighted.

"Okay, then you can pick the dew on the bamboo leaves, no matter what you pick, you must store it separately in the jar, the bamboo leaf dew and the flower dew water can not be mixed, the taste will be mixed and you can't eat the fragrance, understand? I'll pick it with you, let's save an urn of dew to make tea and see if the taste is really different. Qiao Lan remembered the several kinds of water for making tea mentioned in the book, the dew and snow water should be the kind of flirtatious taste, but unfortunately she had not experienced it before, the modern air is really not flattering, but this ancient air quality, not said to be good.

You can try it, what is the difference between dew and snow?

Miss, didn't you collect snow from the pine trees last year? Otherwise, I'll get up at noon and let's try it, or wait for the uncle to come back and try it together. Lingyu suddenly remembered that when she got married, she brought a jar of snow water from pine needles.

Buried under the pear blossom tree at home, I forgot about it every day. At that time, when I sent the commonly used items, I specially dug them out and brought them over, and I told them to be buried under the pear blossom tree.

"Yes, I wanted to play this strange last year, how did I forget, but unfortunately the plum tree at home did not bloom, otherwise I wanted to pick the snow water on the plum blossom last year, this year we will continue to do it, you remember to remind me." I saw a fragrant tea recipe in the book, teaching the three friends of the year, using bamboo leaves, plum blossoms and chrysanthemums to make homemade dried tea, using one of the water, or dew, or snow water, there will be different tastes, we also get one to play. Qiao Lan clapped her hands and felt that she had found something interesting.

"Okay, I'll remember it for Miss. Let's pick the dew first. ”

"Okay, the pond at home will have lotus flowers in the summer, you can pick lotus leaves and dew on the lotus flowers, that tea has a different taste." Qiao Lan said with a light smile.

"Mm-hmm, I'll pick it up and save it when the time comes." Lingyu is also rare and has never played.