China, to some extent, can be called a 'soil' civilization. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Soil has been abstracted out in the hearts and minds of the Chinese people, and its endless meaning has long profoundly influenced the thinking and real life of the Chinese.

From the fanatical worship of the ancient ancestors to the Confucian idea of 'benevolence'.

From the reverence for life in the form of 'rites' to the endless ideological heritage internalized in the flow of life of the Chinese, all of them deeply reflect the significance of the endless thought of the native life to the Chinese cultural tradition.

Ancient Chinese art reflects the return to the essence of the endless inflow of thought, and 'vividness' is not only the highest realm and goal of Chinese painting art, but also one of the significant aesthetic standards of Chinese classical aesthetics.

There is a musical sense of rhythm and rhythm implied in art, which is 'rhyme', that is, the spirit of life.

However, after all, soil is still a plain thing, and the spirit of the world in Chinese culture is derived from the reality of soil.

Practical rationality is the characteristic of traditional Chinese thought in its own character. Therefore, the interpretation of soil is another way to understand the mystery of Chinese culture.

Many people have asked why the churches and palaces left in Europe can give people a heartfelt shock, but the ancient buildings in China are low-key and simple.

Of course, low-key and simple are a modest way to say here, and if you are welcome, you can replace them with ordinary, ordinary, and inconspicuous.

Some people also have to ask, is it true that the architecture of the Chinese ancestors is not comparable to the architecture of the Western ancestors?

Of course not!

This is fundamentally different.

The church and the building of the Westerners are not made for man, they are built for God.

Its benchmark is God.

China is not like this, the Chinese are more pragmatic, they are people-oriented, they are building more comfortable homes for themselves.

The whole aesthetic principle is also more emphasis on the artistic conception than on the situation.

Clay pottery has a long history and is known as the 'art of clay and fire'.

It took more than two days for He Biao to build the clay kiln.

After the completion of the construction, all the idle villagers gathered in front of He Biao's house, looking at the new kiln, their eyes full of envy.

The new kiln is built according to the old house, extending down, the height of the undulation, and the continuation of the sloping roof make the clay kiln and the house have an inexplicable unity and coordination.

For more than two days, the words that Jue Tong said in the house had been passed on by word of mouth, and the villagers of the whole village had heard about it.

"Designer Bai sent a hen that can lay golden eggs to He Biao's family!"

"He Biao's family is about to develop, and it is valued by the white designer."

"In the future, when people from the city come to our Banwan Village for tourism, He Biao's family will become the symbol of our village."

"Yes, then you have to go and have a good relationship with Lao He."

"Designer Bai's hand can turn stones into gold!"

"What kind of blessing did Lao He's family have cultivated in their previous life to be able to look forward to the white designer."

......

In the open space in front of He's house, He's father and mother took out the clothes that the two of them still wore when they got married, and their faces were shiny, and they were very happy and excited.

took out the melons and fruits bought in advance, and the smoke and water dispersed for the villagers.

followed Lao He and took out a bundle of firecrackers from the house, which I don't know if they were hundreds or thousands of sounds.

After spreading it out, he held the cigarette butt in his hand and lit it.

'Crackling...'

The piercing sound of firecrackers rang out, and the firecracker debris exploded all over the ground, turning red and red.

Jue Tong and Banxia stood beside He Father and He Mother.

At the moment when the firecrackers went off, Jue Tong sensitively noticed the change in Banxia's face.

The little face was a little pale, and his eyes didn't dare to look at it.

Even if you cover your ears with your hands, your body is trembling slightly every time a firecracker goes off.

Seeing this, I didn't think much about it.

Jue Tong took a step closer directly, half-hugging posture, stretched out his hand and gently covered the back of Banxia's hand, covering her ears.

Jue Tong could clearly feel that Banxia's body trembled violently at first, but then it seemed to regain its composure and become steady.

Banxia noticed the person behind him, felt the familiar temperature, and suddenly became afraid.

"Thank you."

It doesn't matter if Jue Tong hears it clearly or not, he whispers quietly.

She opened her eyes, and for the first time she had been injured by the explosion as a child, she looked straight at the firecrackers that were blazing.

Her face was dyed red, and her eyes were fascinated by the red firecrackers...

"This firecracker is a lot of money, this tobacco and alcohol, and this melon and fruit also cost a lot of money, and the old He family is bloody!"

"What is this, when their kiln is put into use, the money will not be much."

"Hey, not necessarily."

"Although Designer Bai gave his family such a good condition, if He Biao is not angry, he will not fold."

"Yes, if that's the case, it still won't work!"

"Haha, that's just the work of a blind designer, these cigarettes and alcohol, and thousands of firecrackers..."

The firecrackers went off for several minutes before they finally stopped.

The surrounding villagers opened their voices to discuss again, some hope for the good, of course, there are also those who hope for the bad, it is just human nature.

Many families were too envious of He Biao's opportunity, and their hearts were sour, so they naturally longed to watch the jokes.

"He Biao."

Jue Tong let go of the hand covering Banxia's ears and shouted to He Biao with a smile: "How are you preparing?" ”

"Hurry up and show your hand to the big guys!"

Jue Tong didn't notice that the moment he left Banxia, Banxia's good-looking eyebrows wrinkled inadvertently, and he felt empty in his heart.

"Brother Jingtong, you knock well!"

He Biao knew that Jue Tong was asking him to raise his eyebrows well, and he was not modest, his eyes were bright, and he responded.

As the words fell, he trotted back into the hall, and when he came out again, he was holding an old wooden box.

Clear a clearing from the firecracker crumbs on the ground, spread out the horse, and sit down.

Open the wooden box, there are pottery making tools, such as wheels, pottery carts, clay prepared in advance, etc...

He Biao's movements immediately attracted the attention of all the onlookers, no matter what kind of cool words were being said, but secretly they were all quietly concentrating.

I saw He Biao slowly exhale a breath, his expression became solemn, and he opened his posture.

Put mud in the prepared utensils and pour in the water.

Hands clapped or beaten, rhythmic clapping sounds.

"Heh, this kid has two hits."

When he saw it, his mouth opened and he said with satisfaction.

Seeing Banxia's puzzled eyes, he explained: "Pottery making is divided into six processes: mud, blank drawing, drying, glazing, yard kiln, and firing. ”

"He Biao, this is the first step, and mud."

"Of course, this mud is not anyone's favorite, there is something special in it."

"It is not enough to mix the mud with water, until the clay is soft, thick, and tough..."

"It's not good to lack a little, it will affect the quality of the final product."

Jue Tong is not only explaining to Banxia, but also to the villagers.

I saw that Jutong paused, and then continued: "You listen to the sound of slapping the soil, is it very rhythmic and rhythmic. ”

"This is the level, through the foundation."

"This kid, don't say anything else, just this posture, I dare to say that he has a bit of the momentum of a master!"

The words were overheard by the villagers, and the people who were about to watch the excitement were suddenly dumbfounded and quietly shrank their heads.

He Biao was very attentive and devoted, and he only had that lump of dirt in his eyes.

Repeated beating, like repetition, but not repetition.

Until you confirm that everything is correct, place the clay on the wheel.

This wheel is completely controlled by foot pedaling to control the speed of the turntable, not the electric blank drawing machine commonly used outside.

He Biao's feet moved on the wheel, and the turntable began to rotate, followed by a gentle slide of his fingers...

Under the gaze of everyone, the soil spread on the pottery cart began to gradually take shape.

The speed and time of He Biao's finger sliding are quietly changing, and he has his own set of things.

Over and over again, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not afraid.

His bearing made Juetong's eyes light up, and he felt that he had really dug up a treasure.

Although the villagers didn't see too much, they just looked at He Biao's momentum when making clay pottery, and they didn't dare to say more.

The first clay pottery made by He Biao was looked at by everyone, and it can be seen that it is a tea cup with its own unique texture.

Freshly formed still needs to be dried, glazing and other steps, and outsiders can't see whether it's good or bad for the time being.

At this point, today's presentation is basically over.

The nervous father and mother He on the side breathed a sigh of relief, not seeking to be amazed, but seeking to be safe.

But they didn't expect that He Biao didn't put the clay tea cup to dry, but took out something like a wooden stick from the box.

Holding the wooden strip in his right hand, he leaned over to look at the tea cup slightly.

Following everyone's astonishment, the wooden bar fell on the body of the tea cup.

The clay pottery that has not yet dried is just a trace with a slight stroke, and the craftsmen are often very careful.

He Biao was different, his eyes were shining, and the speed of his hand holding the wooden strip suddenly became faster.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he stopped, and put down the stick.

He Biao held the teacup in his hand and stood up.

There was no cover-up, and in order to show it to everyone, I deliberately got closer.

Under the sun, the tea cup is presented in front of everyone.

When everyone saw it clearly, they were shocked.

Ooh!

As the only college student in the village in recent years, this craft is simply amazing!

The small and delicate tea cup wall has a texture with ancient charm, and there are six small characters of vigorous and powerful, dragon flying and phoenix dancing, 'gift benefactor Bai Juetong'.

If it's just adobe, it's just a texture, and the villagers can't see the skills, but this engraved line of small characters can really show the craftsmanship.

From the strength of the kneading to the skill, it is a must.

Jue Tong also laughed.

He really excavated a great talent for the traditional clay pottery of the Buyi people!

"Brother Jingtong, this teacup will be given to you after it is finished."

He Biao said gratefully.

"Okay!"

"I'm looking forward to it."