Chapter 138 Thousands of miles of smoke and clouds, looking at the scroll and meeting the deceased
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Mo Fei, Zeng Yi and others stood in front of the booth of traditional calligraphy and painting art, taking a closer look at them one by one.
It can be said that each painting and calligraphy work embodies the author's painstaking efforts, showing the unique artistic charm of the ancient Chinese painting and calligraphy art, or thick ink outline, or light color rendering, a few brushstrokes of Danqing on the white Xuan, it outlines the unique artistic conception of birds, beasts, insects, fish, landscapes, figures, both concise and profound, forming a unique style of Chinese painting.
The viewers gathered in front of the booth were all amazed, and while immersed in an elegant and quiet ancient artistic conception, they had to sigh that Jinghua University is indeed a place where the dragon and the tiger are hidden. Even people like Mo Fei, who have a certain degree of research on traditional literature and art, are secretly admired in their hearts, and feel honored that their alma mater has so many outstanding talents.
A few people walked and stopped, looking at the works one by one, but they were also full of interest, because their favorite aspects were different, and unconsciously, several people scattered. Mo Fei stopped in front of an ink painting titled "Ten Thousand Miles of Smoke and Clouds".
This ink painting is unique and uses a deep brush. On the canvas, the first thing that catches your eye is the stone steps that inexplicably extend from the clouds, slowly upward. Surrounded by lush, unknown trees, winding their bodies, stretching in the direction of the sky and clouds. Where the leaves of the mountain stream are hidden, the ancient and rustic corners of the houses are faintly revealed, and the curling smoke of the cooking, leisurely spreading out from the gap between the leaves, is a mountain like a long eyebrow of the dark, the cloud swallows its feet, but it gladly allows itself to disappear into the dream-like smoke cloud.
Although Mo Fei is a cultivator, but he is quite proficient in writing and ink, not only has a family history, but also because he is often accompanied by Daoyin Zhenren in Tiantai Mountain, and Li Taibai, a Qinglian Sword Immortal, often talks about metaphysics and Taoism with Daoyin Zhenren.
At the same time, this painting uses the old way of the brush, contains a very light Taoist meaning, the unity of heaven and man advocated by the cultivators is highlighted in the painting, under the ink, not only the landscape, grass and trees, but also the cultivator's unrestrained, indifferent state of mind, into the rippling mountains and water, thousands of miles of sky smoke and clouds.
In Jinghua University, there is such a character, it is really extraordinary, Mo Fei was secretly surprised in his heart, the person who painted has such a state of mind, even if he is not a cultivator who can break through the red dust, he must also be a high-minded, free-spirited, comfortable, a group of smoke and clouds, almost immortal Wei and Jin style handsome characters.
Thinking of this, I can't help but be a little curious about the life of the painter, such a free and easy person, if it is placed in the previous life of the Li family in the Tang Dynasty is not surprising, the Tang Dynasty is quite popular, many poets and scholars are quite interested in metaphysics and Zen, poetry and painting will often write this kind of heart, every time there are good works in the world. However, in this era when traditional culture has fallen and people in the world are pursuing material enjoyment, it has to be said that it is a miracle that there are still such characters.
Since Mo Fei has a heart, he carefully looked at the place where the scroll was written, but it was made in a book, 6 Xiuyuan, who is this, but he has never heard of it, and he is doubting in his heart, I don't know when, leisurely, a white old man came.
The old man was wearing a moon-white Tang costume, with an elegant appearance, full of bookish air, and through the flow of people from afar, he saw Mo Fei stopping in front of the painting to watch carefully, and couldn't help but show a little surprise on his face, so he walked a few steps quickly, came to the front, and said with a light smile: "Mo Xiaoyou, I haven't seen you for a few months, it's always good?" ”
Mo Fei turned his head when he heard this, and he didn't feel smiling, but he met an acquaintance, it was the 6 old man surnamed who met when he made "Pine Crane Changchun Picture" for Zhou Lao in Gujing Village not long ago.
Mo Fei said with a smile: "It turned out to be 6 years old, I haven't seen him for a long time, and I still have the same demeanor." ”
The two of them exchanged a few words, but the elegant old man Bai changed his words: "Mo Xiaoyou, what do you think of this "Ten Thousand Miles of Smoke and Clouds"? ”
Mo Fei pondered for a moment, and said in dialect: "After washing away the lead and dust, blowing away the yellow sand, you can see gold, and the painting has reached this point, and it has been perfected." When I read the scroll, I felt that the rhyme was vivid, the air was compelling, and I spontaneously gave birth to a sense of being far away from the world. Unfortunately, I don't know who the author is. He shook his head and sighed.
Seeing that Mo Fei admired him so much, the old man couldn't help but look happy: "Don't hide it from Xiaoyou, it's really an old and clumsy work, which makes Xiaoyou smile." ”
Mo Fei looked at the painting and said with a smile: "I also want to be who can have such a state of mind, it turned out to be your old man, the former is goodbye, you give a painting of Mobao, it will show your mind and interest, today I see this masterpiece, but it is in line with the old Mobao." ”
For a while, the two of them laughed and laughed. One is a young man in plain clothes, with a handsome face and a graceful and straight figure, standing aside, he seems to be faintly angry and popular, and the light smile on his face turns into a leisurely charm like ink and blue, which is more diluted and ethereal.
And the elegant old man who came later, with a white childish face, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, the clearer and clearer his speech, and faintly out of the dust, as if it was a cloud that was indifferent and natural and leisurely, turned into a full of sky light and cloud shadows.
The two people stand in front of the ink painting, and they look very different from the bustling flow of people. (To be continued)
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